Priestess of Ruin

For untold ages, she has watched the Keeper's unfathomable designs unfold. Waiting. Studying. Plotting. For her, this is all little more than a game, a vast chessboard spread out before her, its terrified pieces trembling in anticipation of her next wicked move. But the Keeper is a formidable opponent, capable of anticipating thousands of moves ahead, planning for every contingency. He has blocked her every attempt to sabotage his grand machine, accounted for every wrench she cast into the works. He is the perfect opponent.

But he isn't unbeatable.

Deep in the depths of her sprawling Ruin, she smiles a dreadful smile, for the pieces are falling into place one by one. The Keeper's dozen are scattered, lost and broken. Her own pawns have done their jobs well, spreading through the stoneworks like viruses, distracting and delaying, disorienting and deceiving, replacing the perfectly ordered mechanizations of the Faceless Ones with exquisite chaos. Everything is ready now.

The time has come for the Priestess of Ruin to come out and play.