Mailis Wroughtmourn was never meant to be a weapon. She was a midwife. A travelling shaman. The kind of presence that made hard places feel softer. Across the Gnarls, kriels knew her for steady hands and quiet words. Her drumbeat meant life. Growth. Another season survived.

That was who she was.

When violence came to Crael Valley, it came with fire and ash. Smoke choked the horizon, and where there should have been laughter, silence. Mailis lost her kith. Her children. The future she had worked so patiently to build. And for a long while, she lost herself with them.

Under Doomshaper’s relentless eye, Mailis learned to stand again. The same faith that once coaxed crops from stubborn soil now drove dire trolls into battle. Her drum changed. The rhythm deepened. Sharpened. It no longer welcomed life into the world; it shielded what remained of it.

In Alchiere, far from the ashes of the north, something in her began to mend. Not all at once. Not cleanly. She became a mentor to young warlocks who carried too much anger of their own. She helped build fragile alliances, and slowly, quietly, Wroughtmourn began to bring life into the world again.

That was until black sails were seen on the horizon; the Orgoth had come. Villages lost overnight. Mailis does not fight now because she is broken. She fights because she remembers what happens when no one does.

She marches with the Kithguard not as a symbol of vengeance, but as proof that grief can be endured. That compassion and strength can exist in the same heartbeat.

March to the beat of the drum with Wroughtmourn; mother, teacher, warrior

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