Meiora

Of the The Seven Lords of Avarice, few evoke as much visceral fear and psychological revulsion as Meiora, the infamous Sixth Lord. Though much of her reign remains shrouded in horror-touched legend, enough evidence survives in scattered ruins, oral traditions, and the fractured memories of undead spirits to confirm her presence as a sadist without equal, both in life and death.  

Personality and Legacy

Meiora was not a conqueror in the traditional sense. She ruled through cruelty, not ambition—motivated not by dominion, but by the pleasure of agony. Her sadism was said to be so refined that she could orchestrate a siege purely to watch the emotional disintegration of a city's defenders. Unlike other Lords who sought power or territory, Meiora sought screams, silence, and despair.   She was infamous for turning the battlefield into a theatre, where suffering became art. Victims who died at her hands rarely found peace; death marked the beginning, not the end. She would resurrect their corpses through forbidden necromantic rites, only to subject their souls to cycles of torment, degradation, and mutilation, all while they were trapped in their own reanimated flesh.   Some believe Meiora crafted an entire army of suffering, not to win wars, but to display their agony like living sculptures in the charnel halls of Shadegate. Entire bloodlines were cursed to serve her will posthumously, chained to relics imbued with her venomous brand of black necromancy.  

Combat and Magic

Meiora wielded a weapon as unique and unsettling as she was—a half-scythe, forged of obsidian and bone, curved like a crescent moon and serrated with necrotic runes. Designed for deliberate mutilation, the weapon allowed her to slice, hook, and flay, rather than cleave outright. She never killed quickly.   Her magic was a dark evolution of necromancy, often called Soul-Stain Magic by arcane scholars. Unlike traditional necromancers who raise the dead as puppets, Meiora bound fragments of a soul to each part of its former body, allowing her to resurrect limbs, torsos, even heads independently, each piece in pain and aware. Her rituals could split consciousness, make the dead feel emotion, and curse memories, ensuring that even death was a prison.   In her presence, wounds refused to close, tears burned, and even laughter warped into sobs. The very air trembled with whispered pleas—either echoes of those long dead or fresh agonies born anew.  

Appearance and Psychological Warfare

Appearance and Psychological Warfare Meiora's beauty was as intentional and weaponized as any blade. She appeared as a slender, ethereal figure with white-blonde hair, flowing like fine silk soaked in ash. Her eyes, deep violet and rimmed with smoky lashes, were said to glow faintly in the dark, reflecting back the pain she inflicted with cold delight.   She wore only a minimal amount of clothing—a deliberate, calculated choice to disarm, distract, and distort the emotional responses of her enemies. Her wardrobe blended seduction and horror: delicate chains, bone-crafted piercings, and translucent silks stained with ritual blood. To some, she was the embodiment of forbidden desire, a walking contradiction of lust and fear; to others, she was simply death draped in beauty.   She invoked a feeling of profound sense of guilt, shame, or longing—not from magic, but from her predatory manipulation of intimacy and fear, which she wielded like another blade.  

Aftermath and Mythic Traces

No complete ruins of Meiora's domain have been found, only scattered torture gardens, black crypts, and blood-sealed altars deep in the roots of cursed forests. In some regions, nightmares are said to be signs of her lingering presence, and there are whispers among necromancers that she speaks through cursed mirrors, guiding the hands of dark spellcasters who resemble her too closely.   Though her fate is officially unknown, most legends agree that she was among the first Lords to turn on her kin, believing herself unbound by loyalty, love, or law. Some say she bled laughter as she died, others that she escaped into the afterlife, her soul now a parasite waiting for a body or Guild Heart strong enough to sustain her rebirth.