Aganar Mildt (32mm,75mm)
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Aganar Mildt, an elven executioner clad in shadowy leather armor, walked a path few dared to tread. Her two-handed axe, towering and cruel, shimmered faintly with the ethereal glow of the souls it consumed. Once a protector of her woodland kin, she had been exiled for embracing forbidden magics, channeling strength through the lives she took. Each swing of her blade was not just an end but a beginning; the essence of the fallen flowed into her, fortifying her body and sharpening her senses. Aganar's amber eyes glowed faintly in the dark, a sign of the power she carried—and the price she paid for it.
One moonlit night, she entered a cursed valley overrun by spectral marauders, the restless dead that terrorized nearby villages. Alone, she faced the horde, her axe cleaving through incorporeal forms, each strike growing heavier and more forceful as their fading spirits filled her veins. By dawn, the valley lay silent, save for the hum of her axe now pulsing with newfound strength. As Aganar emerged from the mist, villagers cautiously approached, seeing in her both salvation and a reminder of the darkness she wielded. Without a word, she vanished into the forest, her path guided by the hunger of her cursed blade and the unrelenting burden of her power.
