Oracle dedicated to eradicating undead
I never wanted to be anything other than what I am; there had never been either choice or question. I was born to follow this path. I heard the celestial voices from my first memory. Their words were irrelevant; I knew what they asked. I was destined for nothing but this task: to destroy that which offended the balance between life and death. It was not for me to ask who must die or who must live. It was not for me to protect the weak or kill the wrongdoers. My life belonged only to the fight to eradicate that which should be dead from our world. Any other goal had been discarded, unwanted. The affairs of the living, therefore, often pass me by. Whether I want them to or not.
My parents understood. From the beginning, they trusted my word, believed in me when others mocked. I was trained both intellectually and physically by devotees of Pharasma, but I could not walk my path within the confines of their orders. I serve the Lady of Graves, but my cause is singular in scope. And total in its requirement. I have not been back to my home in many years; deviation is a luxury.
Once I was able, I left home. It was both the easiest and hardest thing I have ever done. The road was lonely, but I had never expected to have company where I was headed. I carried with me the utter surety of my destiny; there could be no other life for me. Yet, leaving also meant the beginning of that destiny. The thought of failure never crossed my mind. I do not regret what I am, what I set out to become when I left. There never was an innocent little girl for me to regret losing in my past. Instead, I regret only that my parents were entrusted with a servant of Pharasma rather than given a daughter of their own.
Sometimes, I regret that for my husband as well. He married that servant, not a woman, and he died in my quest. I cannot even wish that he would return to me because even that is contrary to my nature. I met Thaddeus Blackmoore and his younger brother Murdoc in my wanderings. My travels seemed primarily a trail from graveyard to graveyard with forays to Pharasman temples my only reprieve from the gray, dreary scenery of my black and white world. I do not recall why I went to Thaddeus’ laboratory rather than the local temple for the supplies I needed, but I ended up there nonetheless. And, if only for a short while, I deviated from the solitude I’d previously thought necessary. For a time, the Blackmoore brothers made me believe I didn’t need to be alone to successfully stem the flow of undead into our world. Thaddeus stood by my side in that fight, followed me from town to town, spoke to me where before there had only been the sounds of the celestials in my mind.
For a while, I believed I could be both the dedicated instrument I had always been and the woman Thaddeus saw. When he asked me to marry him, I thought I could honor my destiny and make promises to a man who loved me. A man who loved me enough to walk my path with me, to accept my destiny as his own. It cost him his life. He died in one of the unending series of graveyards that made up my life. The undead poured from their graves, and… well, they were stronger that day than we were. Thaddeus was dead before I could reach him to heal his wounds. In a way, I am glad I did not have a chance to say good bye. I will never have to know if I could have been just his wife in that moment. The woman I am can lock away that moment because it is not relevant to the path I walk. If I had needed to face his death as his wife instead, I don’t know that I would have been able to move past that moment.
As it was, I did continue past that moment into the next and the next until the moments began to move normally again. Murdoc had been a monster hunter before I’d met the brothers. After Thaddeus’ death, he simply kept traveling with me. I was the only person left who could understand his loss, who remembered his brother and best friend. Well, the only person with whom he was on speaking terms, particularly after Thaddeus’ funeral. Neither of the two older Blackmoore brothers attended the service.