Her black hair swayed in the wind, a cloak of dark blue waving behind her. She held a staff, taller than herself, and the sound of her voice was like a whisper of the breeze, dark and soothing.

"Greetings, mere mortals," she said, her voice dripping with power. "I am Kasli, the Bane, Daughter of Chaos itself."

Her heart was like the deepest ocean, a bottomless well of wisdom, and her words were like pearls of wisdom, each one more valuable than the last.