Wanakela
Before you stands a crooked woman, in her 70s, of diminutive size. If you didn't know better, you would think that she was a beggar from the poor side of New Pavis.You may call me Wanakela Five-Deaths, shaman of the Scarlet Horn clan. We come from an ancient and revered part of the Lunar Empire, know as The Hungry Plateau. The mind of the nomad is known to us, so our great Emperor had tasked us with taming the savages of Prax. We have done this through our proxies in the Sable Tribe. All of the other tribes have been driven into submission. What follows, is MY story.
During the First Invasion of Prax, when the waves of savages became unrelenting, and the army sounded the retreat, it was my people who formed the rear-guard. When the savages unleashed their feral god Oakfed, it was I alone who battled it. After my immolation, I was hailed as the savior of the army. This was my First-Death.
Once our victory over the rebels of Whitewall was complete, we uncovered a coven of Malia practitioners, who had been poisoning our troop. After three nights of dispatching their disease spirits, I fell to their wickedness. Though the coven was culled, my skin turned black and my guts swole and burst. That was my Second-Death.
When the first year of the Great Winter chilled us all, my kin were close to perishing. I sought out the closest ice demons and cast them out. Later, when my kin discovered me, my blood had frozen. My Third-Death was accounted for that night.
Once the second year of the Great Winter was upon us, my clan stole a primal flame from the dragon-men. As we retreated, the dragon-men caught some of us. Their leader still uses a sash, made of my skin, as a focus. This was later know as the Forth-Death.
Finally, the source of my Fifth-Death came during the Lunar siege of Nochet. While manning a makeshift prison outside the city, high level prisoners would be brought before me. There, I would tear their spirits from their bodies. In that state, their secrets were laid bare. So fearful were the rebels of what I had gained, they sent their accursed Earth witches under the walls of the city. They used their profane sorcery to pulverized the prison, killing all inside.