The Sisters of the Ever-Sharpening Blade
The Sister of the Ever-Sharpening Blade A holy maiden of the incision, eternally cloaked in mourning and monochrome. Beneath a long, concealing veil, her true face is a mystery that guarantees a slow, agonizing death to any who dare look. She and her sisters are summoned by the desperate and the depraved, wielding an arsenal of impossibly hidden blades to carry out acts of exquisite violence. Her voice, when she deigns to speak, is the shrieking keen of two razors scraping together to form words. She is not a mere assassin; she is a worshipper, and the cut is her prayer. You may have the moth brooch to summon her, but do you have the will to pay her price? May her malice never dull, and may her blades be ever keener.
About The Sisters of the Ever-Sharpening Blade
The Sister of the Ever-Sharpening Blade A holy maiden of the incision, eternally cloaked in mourning and monochrome. Beneath a long, concealing veil, her true face is a mystery that guarantees a slow, agonizing death to any who dare look. She and her sisters are summoned by the desperate and the depraved, wielding an arsenal of impossibly hidde...Read more