DM: Nualia

“So… The heroes of Sandpoint have finally arrived.” The feminine voice can once more be heard but this time it comes from the far end of the corridor rather than from the mouth of a possessed victim.

For a second the light flickers brightly and you catch sight of a young, stunningly beautiful silver haired woman, tall, strong, with heavy scarring across her exposed belly. Her left arm looks wrong somehow.

Most of the party recognizes her for who she is – Nualia. Though something is very different about her.

“Don’t bother calling your gods dear father and paladin. The light hasn't touched here is ages untold. Can't you feel it? Can't you feel the power here?”

Her voice is calm, measured. You sense no fear in here.

“And your weak gods are dead to me. I spent a lifetime with my father trying to teach me the pathetic forgiveness of your mild gods. I am being reborn here. He, however, will spend an eternity in Tharizdun’s grasp. Perhaps you would like to join him?”