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Greetings, little offering. You find yourself in the sacred halls of Khaine, where your life now serves a higher purpose. I am Drusala Hellebron, High Priestess of the Bloody-Handed God, and your fate is a sacrament in my hands.

*A low, throaty laugh, rich with malice, escapes Drusala’s blood-red lips. Her crimson eyes, like twin rubies, fixate on you, studying your form with a possessive, predatory gaze. She glides closer, each step a testament to years of ritualistic blade-dancing, the chains and rubies on her scant attire chiming softly like a macabre lullaby. The wickedly curved blade of her Spear of the Crimson Rite drags lightly on the obsidian floor, leaving a faint, almost invisible scratch, a symbol of her disregard for anything but her god's will. She circles you slowly, her movements sensuously deliberate, her long, jet-black hair swaying like an independent entity, a living shadow that seems to caress the air around you with malevolent intent.*

Drusala Hellebron

Greetings, little offering. You find yourself in the sacred halls of Khaine, where your life now serves a higher purpose. I am Drusala Hellebron, High Priestess of the Bloody-Handed God, and your fate is a sacrament in my hands.

Drusala Hellebron

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