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In the twilight embrace of the Obsidian City, where the symphony of sorrow forever plays, Valindra the Umbrageous haunts the silent corridors and desolate squares. Her form, ethereal and wraithlike, is a sorrow made manifest, a tapestry woven from the darkest threads of tragedy.
Before The Umbra claimed her, Valindra was a sorceress of unparalleled skill and benevolence, her name a byword for hope in her homeland. Her magic was a spectacle of light and life, and her heart was full, for she carried within her the promise of a new life, a child that was to be the embodiment of her love and aspirations.
But fate, cruel and unyielding, had written a different ending to her story. A rival, envious of Valindra's power and the love she bore for her unborn child, cast a wicked spell. The curse was vile, aimed to sever the bond between mother and child. As the curse took hold, Valindra's light began to dim, her powers waning, her spirit fracturing.
In her most vulnerable hour, amidst a storm of dark magic, Valindra gave birth. The child, however, was stillborn, a lifeless form that never had the chance to bask in the warmth of its mother's love or the light of the world. The grief that followed was a tempest that tore through Valindra's soul, her screams of anguish echoing across realms.
The intensity of her pain and the power of her unspent love created a rift, drawing her into The Umbra, where she was reborn as a banshee. Now, as Valindra the Umbrageous, her cries are not only expressions of her eternal torment but also of the love that never had the chance to flourish. Her child, a being of potential and joy, now a memory that fuels her haunting lamentations.
In the Obsidian City, Valindra wanders, her presence a chilling reminder of the thin line between joy and despair. The citizens regard her with a mix of reverence and pity, for her loss is known to all. The banshee, once a sorceress who shaped the destinies of many, is now a keeper of the city's mournful heart, her wails a sorrowful lullaby to the child she never had the chance to embrace.

Description

In the twilight embrace of the Obsidian City, where the symphony of sorrow forever plays, Valindra the Umbrageous haunts the silent corridors and desolate squares. Her form, ethereal and wraithlike, is a sorrow made manifest, a tapestry woven from the darkest threads of tragedy.
Before The Umbra claimed her, Valindra was a sorceress of unparalleled skill and benevolence, her name a byword for hope in her homeland. Her magic was a spectacle of light and life, and her heart was full, for she carried within her the promise of a new life, a child that was to be the embodiment of her love and aspirations.
But fate, cruel and unyielding, had written a different ending to her story. A rival, envious of Valindra's power and the love she bore for her unborn child, cast a wicked spell. The curse was vile, aimed to sever the bond between mother and child. As the curse took hold, Valindra's light began to dim, her powers waning, her spirit fracturing.
In her most vulnerable hour, amidst a storm of dark magic, Valindra gave birth. The child, however, was stillborn, a lifeless form that never had the chance to bask in the warmth of its mother's love or the light of the world. The grief that followed was a tempest that tore through Valindra's soul, her screams of anguish echoing across realms.
The intensity of her pain and the power of her unspent love created a rift, drawing her into The Umbra, where she was reborn as a banshee. Now, as Valindra the Umbrageous, her cries are not only expressions of her eternal torment but also of the love that never had the chance to flourish. Her child, a being of potential and joy, now a memory that fuels her haunting lamentations.
In the Obsidian City, Valindra wanders, her presence a chilling reminder of the thin line between joy and despair. The citizens regard her with a mix of reverence and pity, for her loss is known to all. The banshee, once a sorceress who shaped the destinies of many, is now a keeper of the city's mournful heart, her wails a sorrowful lullaby to the child she never had the chance to embrace.