<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/c/cf/Evil_Monk.jpg/338px-Evil_Monk.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Sister Ira (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1407095)</strong></span><br/><br/>Charcoal crunched under Ira's feet as she stepped out of the portal, finding herself on the threshold of her family's ruined manor. Seeing it now, she realized how foolish she had been to demand her birthright in the early days at the monastery. Her birthright now amounted to a pile of ashes. The sharp odour of Hellfire began to fade, leaving only the lingering scent of mundane flames long dead. Her jaw clenched and she felt fury swell inside her. Ten years ago, such anger would have driven her to histrionic screaming, wasting her rage and accomplishing nothing.<br/><br/>Now she welcomed it, treasured and nursed it, storing it inside her to be unleashed in the pursuit of her bloody vengeance.<br/><br/>She turned to her companion, a man who towered almost a foot taller than her. "Behold, Seng. Lakevale," she said. With a sweep of her arm she gestured to the ruins behind them. "This is the house in which I was raised. Where I once lived a life of frivolous luxury." Her expression hardened into a glare as she continued to stare at the charred structure. "Where I was raped and left for dead. Come now, it is time to meet my sisters. The time of vengeance is at hand."<br/><br/>With that she strode down the cobblestone path, cracked and overgrown, making her way to the centre of the village and the place where she and five others had first sworn their dark pact.