Seasaidh was born into a life of servitude; as daughter of a noble household’s favored maid she was expected to follow in her mother’s footsteps. Her first years, she learned to tidy and clean, to be unnoticed and to notice everything, just as her mother did. When a girl was born to the matron’s youngest daughter, Seasaidh became her caretaker, her personal maid who went everywhere she did, and so she learned to read and write, to recite the holy scriptures and understand Relan history alongside Deoiridh, demonstrating a remarkable intelligence which manifested itself in the asking of questions many of the tutors found challenging to answer, but which showed great promise to others. More than one requested the transfer of her services and eventually, as Deoiridh reached adulthood and must stand on her own two feet the matron relented. A generous gift of gold helped expedite the process, despite Deoiridh’s objections. 

Seasaidh was brought to a secluded convent in the Reign Mountains, a few weeks’ travel from where she had been born, and was inducted as a novice. Life at the convent was structured around prayer, chores and research, all dedicated to the glory of Atros and Reluir. Artifacts would be brought in for study, and the skilled sages of the Sisterhood would pick them apart, sometimes they would be invited to journey to dig sites or other locations to study a spell in situ. Over the next two centuries, Seasaidh followed their path, becoming a highly skilled sage and researcher herself, happily delving into the past to the exclusion of the present. 

The first sign that something was wrong was the unexpected arrival of her mother, Beileag, to the convent. A Queen’s Assassin, she had finally cast off her disguise as a maid in order to commandeer the Sisters in the name of the Queen. War was coming, and Reluir needed their expertise on the battlefield, not stored away in libraries and reading halls. Some Sisters were excited about applying their skills in real-life situations. Those who had seen combat before were not. The training was harsh, but no more so than their usual fare, and when the Queen launched her assault on Iadlain, they were well prepared to fight. 

War was as horrifying as the veterans had made it out to be, and once the Iadlish became desperate it took a turn for the worse, with Wispwood itself joining the fray. What had been a swift and efficient foray became a prolonged campaign of small skirmishes and desperate strikes where neither side gained anything but scars for long months on end. 

To the west, the storm engulfing the Reign Mountains grew uncontrollably and a boundless ravine split open the ground between Reluir and Iadlain. The colossal, headless being rising from the abyss threatened both sides, and they withdrew only to be ordered back in to fight the wraiths in its shadow and collect crystals for the Queen, an effort which ultimately failed. 

Narrowly escaping the collapsing being, an injured Seasaidh and what remained of her fellow Sisters were released from their duties to the crown. They returned to the convent and, seeing the destruction which had been wrought everywhere began preparations for conserving their most precious artifacts and knowledge in the safety of their inner sanctum. Frightened novices inquired about the war, and there was little the Sisters could offer to alleviate their fear except to say that faith would guide them to victory. Words which felt hollow considering the things they had seen. 

Outside, rebellion was brewing against the Queen, and they closed themselves off from it, taking in refugees and wounded who sought sanctuary in their seclusion. Supplies were scarce, and while the Red Torcs gathered their courage, the Sisters sowed crops on every scrap of land they possessed, praying for a bountiful harvest.

In the holy sanctum, Seasaidh and those few of her Sisters who were skilled with it practiced the casting of Sanctuary, praying that they would not need it but fearing the worst. Whomever won this conflict, they might seek retribution for their failure to join the winning side, and they now had many civilians to protect, in addition to their precious, lifeless things. Constantly cold after her experiences in the shadow of the colossus, Seasaidh drove herself to exhaustion amongst the sacred artifacts and records where she might practice uninterrupted for a day which would never come, and eventually passed out. 

When the world ended, it did so without warning. 

Seasaidh came to in the utter silence of an abandoned sanctum. Reaching the ruins of the great hall, she found the first bodies, refugees and Sisters crushed by heavy stone. Outside, the land was shattered, and while she searched for survivors the dead began to move. 

Devastated, she watched as her Sisters and the civilians they had tried to save joined the procession of Risen and Ascended congregating around His holy being, and recognized others already among them. Her mother, who had died on a suicide mission into Iadlain. Deoiridh and her family. Once all was quiet again, she began taking notes, trying to make sense of them. Of all of this. 

In the end, that was what saved her. She didn’t want to die, with so much to learn about the new state of the world. Even as the death toll kept rising, she could only have faith that there were others who had survived as well, others who had been found unworthy of being at His side. Her life had been dedicated to His worship, and even that had not been enough to redeem her for her sins, after all. 

Sealing the sanctum, she began a long trek through the torn lands. With her supplies having perished during the lost time, she eventually stumbled into Tir Torclann a shadow of her former self, on the edge of starvation, and was welcomed with open arms. Slowly, she regained her former strength and began to look outward once more.