Magistrate Helena Voss

Magistrate Helena Voss is a woman who commands respect through presence alone. A seasoned enforcer of imperial law, she has spent decades upholding justice with an unflinching resolve, ensuring that order is maintained even in the most turbulent of times. At fifty-eight years of age, she has become a formidable figure in the empire’s legal and bureaucratic structures, feared by the corrupt and respected by those who seek true justice.     Helena Voss is not a woman of leniency. She believes in the letter of the law, and while some see her as inflexible, others know her as a rare bastion of incorruptible integrity. She has presided over trials involving nobles and commoners alike, making no distinction between rank or blood—only between guilt and innocence. It is this unwavering dedication to fairness that has made her both an invaluable asset to the empire and a target for those who operate in the shadows.     Her presence at Duke Samuel Greeve’s banquet was not for leisure, but for duty. With the conflict’s resolution, legal matters regarding governance, punishments, and restructuring had to be discussed, and no one was better suited to ensuring that the rule of law remained unbroken.     A Woman Carved from Stone   There is a severity to Magistrate Helena’s presence that makes her difficult to ignore. Though not an imposing woman by stature, she holds herself with an unyielding posture that speaks of discipline and authority. Her features are sharp—high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and piercing gray eyes that have scrutinized countless men from the judge’s seat. There is little warmth in her expression, only the quiet weight of experience and expectation.     Her once-dark hair has turned a proud steel-gray, a testament to the years she has devoted to the empire. She keeps it tied back in a tight bun, free of ornamentation, a practical choice that reflects her no-nonsense approach to life. There is no need for embellishment; she is known by her deeds, not by finery.     A Will of Iron   Helena Voss is not easily swayed by sentimentality or persuasion. She listens, considers, and then delivers her decisions with a cold certainty that few dare to challenge. Those who attempt to manipulate her quickly realize their mistake—she has spent a lifetime dismantling lies, dissecting arguments, and exposing the truths that men would rather keep buried.     Despite her stern nature, she is not without compassion. She believes in justice, not cruelty, and while she punishes wrongdoing with severity, she also ensures that mercy is granted where it is due. Her vision of law is not one of tyranny, but of stability. She sees herself as a necessary force, a shield against corruption and chaos, and she will not allow herself to be compromised in this mission.     Dressed for Office, Never for Vanity   Even at a grand celebration, Magistrate Helena dresses as an official, not as a guest. Her deep blue robe, adorned with white trim, is a symbol of her judicial position—a reminder to all that she stands apart from the political games of nobility. Beneath it, she wears a white undershirt, crisp and simple, a nod to the purity of justice that she seeks to uphold. A silver chain of office rests against her chest, a mark of her authority, and the only ornament she allows herself.     She does not fidget, does not adjust her attire, does not concern herself with the frivolities of fashion. Her presence alone is enough to make others sit straighter, choose their words carefully, and wonder whether their past actions would withstand her scrutiny.     The Massacre and the Kidnapping   The banquet was never meant to be a trial, but it became one nonetheless—a trial of survival.     When the assassins struck, Magistrate Helena did not panic. Even in chaos, her mind worked with methodical precision, analyzing the situation, identifying threats, and moving with decisive efficiency. She was no warrior, but she had witnessed enough violence in court and on the streets to recognize an execution when she saw one.     She tried to reach Duke Greeve, to assess the situation, but before she could act, a figure emerged from the fray—a man clad in dark armor, his face hidden behind a skull mask.     With unsettling speed, he closed the distance between them, brandishing not a blade, but a pendant that pulsed with an unnatural glow. Before she could react, before she could even cry out, a wave of sickly green light engulfed her.     The world twisted. The air was ripped from her lungs. The floor beneath her vanished.     In an instant, she was gone—her form drawn into the pendant like ink spilled into water, her consciousness swallowed by an unnatural force.     The masked assassin did not hesitate. With the precious artifact now containing one of the empire’s most formidable legal minds, he turned and ran, his speed unnaturally swift. The other assassins, as if following a preordained signal, abandoned their rampage and fled, vanishing into the chaos of the night.     The attack had been brutal, the loss of life immense—but in that moment, it became clear that the slaughter had been a distraction. The true objective had been her.     Her Fate: A Question of Law and Vengeance   Magistrate Helena Voss, the unshakable arbiter of law, was now a prisoner of unknown captors, trapped within a relic whose magic she could not understand. What plans they had for her, what secrets they sought to extract, or what fate awaited her within that pendant remained a mystery.     But those who knew her knew one thing for certain: she would not break easily.     Wherever she was, Helena Voss would endure. And if she survived, justice would come for those who had dared to take her.