Lady Jane
You see a woman in a gaudily decorated parlor. Although no antiquarian you do notice the knick-knacks and furnishings were chosen for flash not taste. The pieces clash and you can see many are cheap imitations of the real thing. The woman herself is overly primped and over-dressed. There is a palpable desperation to impress others with the grandeur of a station she has not truly attained, nor ever will.
“Oh, how lovely to see you again. Won’t you come in please?” Lady Jane begins to
usher you to a seat when her hands begin to tremble with fear. Her façade
quickly crumbles as tears stream down her cheeks, causing her rouge to run in
red rivulets.
“Forgive me…It’s just…I’m so afraid… It’s Krieg. He was always a worthless
bastard, and he supposedly is Dead after fighting the undead to seal the Death
Gate. Well yes I know he died the first time at the hands of that horrible
goblin. Oh you know the truth… well it doesn’t matter if I killed him or not
because now he’s changing into something, someone else, and his…its hunger for
me is almost tangible. He wants to destroy me, consume me, and I don’t know
where to go, where I can be safe.
“Its hopeless….”