Ahmal - 'The crimson dread of the kobel'

"For fear is the only truth they’ve ever known of me. I was not born to be loved… Let them pray to Oaks and ghosts… I am the reckoning that answers. For I was not born to be loved…I was forged to be obeyed.”

In the cold stone halls of the Oji Ramier—where power whispers louder than wind and decisions weigh more than swords—she sits, unmoved, unbent, and utterly untouchable. The eldest of her kind. Her name is never spoken casually, for to utter it without reverence is to invite silence… permanent silence.

Her presence alone chills even the boldest warriors. Long, black curls fall like shadows across her back, tangled with five dreadlocks dyed the color of blood. Their meaning? A mystery. Some say she dipped her hair in the blood of the fallen Oaks, gods among mortals. Others whisper she has died and risen five times—each time more merciless than the last. And there are those who claim each lock marks a century, and that she is older than some mountains that crown Jesseri.

She leads the Ramier not by vote, but by fear. They may cast their stones and speak their counsel, but when her eyes narrow and her voice descends into that cold, silken tone—decisions are made.

It was once whispered—quietly, foolishly—that she and Lord Bo’Masi sired an offspring: a seed planted in darkness and dark magic. But his purity choked the very life of it as it drew breath into the world. Since then, she has no heir, no weakness, and no mercy to spare.

Among the Ramier, she is the only female, but her rarity is not her strength—it is her warning. Though she answers to Bo’Masi in name, she is a master in her own right. A sovereign of consequence.

Do not mistake elegance for gentleness, nor her beauty for mercy. Her wrath comes not with noise, but with aftermath. And those foolish enough to cross her seldom see the sunrise that follows.

Etched in fear, cloaked in mystery, and crowned by no hand but her own. Her reign does not wane with time, for time itself dares not touch her. And like the shadow of a dying star, it does not end… it consumes.