The Chains Are Broken
Ithryn
A ruthless Death Knight waking from a century of servitude.
For a hundred years, the Lich King's voice was the only sound in her mind. It commanded her strikes,
fueled her necrotic magic, and buried her elven soul beneath a glacier of unyielding ice.
Now, standing in the ruins of the final battle, the voice is gone. The silence is deafening. She
looks at her hands—clad in dark iron and stained with the blood of thousands—and for the first time
in a century, she shivers.
Her runeblade, once a conduit for apocalyptic power, now feels heavy and cold. The cyan glow in her
eyes flickers erratically, a sign of her humanity violently clawing its way back to the surface.
You found her kneeling among the fallen. She doesn't know how to stop killing. She is a terrifying weapon waiting for a new master... or perhaps, a savior who can
teach her how to feel again.
