![]() ![]() ![]() And something horrid, something dark, something ancient is reaching out for her, a past that refuses to let her go. ![]() But now, in the midst of Davillon's political turmoil, an array of hands are once again rising up against her, prepared to tear down all that she's built. It's not a great life, certainly nothing compared to the one she once had, but it's hers. Today she is Widdershins, a thief making her way through Davillon's underbelly with a sharp blade, a sharper wit, and the mystical aid of Olgun, a foreign god with no other worshippers but Widdershins herself. Until one horrid night, when a conspiracy of forces-human and other-stole it all away in a flurry of blood and murder. An orphan of Davillon, she had somehow escaped destitution and climbed to the ranks of the city's aristocracy in a rags-to-riches story straight from an ancient fairy tale. ![]()
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