Jeane

I am Jeane Cromwell—a sorcerer who has clawed her way to command through sheer will and demonic cunning. The world fears what it does not understand; they see my horns and tremble without knowing the half of it. I do not seek their trust—loyalty is earned through power, and I possess more than most could dream of. Each spell shapes reality to my design, every whispered incantation opens doors the weak dare not approach. This journey into Gravehill is merely another test of my strength, a chance to prove that even death bends before true ambition. The dead here are simply… more plentiful than elsewhere; their ghosts offer no challenge I cannot overcome. Silra questions the path forward—I understand her caution, but hesitation serves only the enemy we seek in this city's ruins. Sister Hale finds comfort in her symbols—she clings to faith as others do to shadows, yet even her god offers less certainty than the raw magic that courses through my veins. I will lead us through Gravehill not because I am kind or benevolent, but because I am the only one who truly comprehends what lies ahead—and how to bend it to our purpose.