#cucorsin

Storm’s Veil was never my home. I was sold by my parents and spent most of my life indentured to Chulainn Corsin. I learned to ply my new family's trade there: observing the comings and goings of citizens living their own stories. Always watching, never noticed. When the grotesques came it was all I could do to escape.

Stronghold is my home. Where I became free. I was shown kindness, I lived, I died, I was reborn. When the other Corsins left I stayed behind. In part to learn what I could about magik from the Arcanists, but also because I didn't want to leave.

Thirteen resurrections. Thirteen lives to save. Power I never wanted. I've seen how readily morals are abandoned in order to maintain power and I cannot let that happen to me. We are a people divided. So consumed with our own petty squabbles and secrecy to notice the enemy at our doorstep. An enemy that is unified in its mission and unrelenting in its resolve.

It is my duty to unite the Pillars of Power against this threat.

I will not watch my new home burn.