VEILED SISTERHOOD

The Veiled Sisterhood traces its origins to an ancient tribe of Amazons, a fierce all-woman order that once reigned over the Veilwood, the vast forest surrounding the mythic City-State of Anphitria.
Over time, they were assimilated into the Anphitrian Legion, becoming some of its most feared soldiers.

Yet, when corruption seeped into the city's legions, the Sisterhood refused to follow dishonorable commanders and chose exile in the forest rather than betray their code. Despite their departure, they remained bound by an ancient oath to protect the city's noble bloodline, ensuring its survival even from within the city's corruption.

Now, the Sisterhood dwells in the Veilwood, honoring the old goddesses and living by blade and bow. Any who dare threaten their domain face steel, not mercy.

 Veiled Panther Riders

"An enemy who hears our panther’s growl has already been marked for death."

To traverse the dense, hostile wilds outside Anphitria, the Sisterhood needed allies that could match their speed and silence. The great Pantheras of the Veilwood, black-furred predators with eyes like molten gold, became their companions, bound not by chains, but by a mutual hunger for the hunt. In battle, riders and beasts move as one, darting through the mist, their foes falling before a single whisper of a well-placed arrow.

  Leona Stygephonos, Sisterhood Warmaster

"The city cast us out, but we are no beggars. We take what is ours, and we carve our own path!"

The name Leona Stygephonos is spoken in hushed reverence among the Veiled Sisterhood. A warrior of unparalleled skill and unyielding resolve, she was once a highborn daughter of Anphitria, raised in luxury yet forged in hardship.
When her noble house was betrayed and cast down by political rivals, Leona did not weep: she took up the blade. Cast into exile with the remnants of her house’s sworn warriors, she turned their downfall into a new beginning, escalating the ranks in the Sisterhood, and finally becoming Warmaster after several years.

Under Leona’s command, the Veiled Sisterhood has become more than mere assassins or rogue mercenaries. they are a hidden army, trained in shadow and steel. Her presence on the battlefield is that of a storm; her enormous axe dances with impossible speed, cutting down foes before they can even react. With the agility of a panther and the cunning of a war tactician, she leads her warriors with ruthless precision.

Orphale, Sisterhood Seer

"To see what is to come is a gift only when the future is kind."

To the unknowing, Orphale is blind: her eyes clouded by the veil of prophecy. Yet, through the darkened mist of the future, she sees clearer than most. She speaks in riddles and visions, her words guiding the Sisterhood through betrayals yet to come and battles not yet fought. None doubt her wisdom, for those who ignored her warnings have long since perished. Yet, there is a weight upon her soul, a secret yet unspoken, a fate she dares not reveal.

The Devouring Hydra

"A beast does not make promises. It only knows hunger. And hunger does not forget."

Deep within the shadowed forests beyond Anphitria, where ancient roots coil like serpents and rivers run black with time, dwells a terror older than mortal memory. No one recalls when the Hydra first awoke, but for centuries, its many heads have feasted upon all who dared trespass in its domain.

The Bronzeclad Greatgoblins, in their arrogance, sought to drive the beast from the cavernous depths beneath the woods. But the Hydra is insatiable. Their armored corpses lie torn and forgotten among the bones of countless others. Goblin warlords whisper of warriors who marched into the caves to slay the beast, but none have returned.

The Veiled Sisterhood does not waste lives on the impossible. Their blades are for men, their arrows for foes who bleed like mortals. But for such creatures, a different weapon is needed: cunning, patience, tribute. Once a month, the Sisters drag the broken bodies of goblins and beasts to the edge of the Hydra’s lair and leave them to rot. A silent pact. A fragile balance. As long as the Sisters feed the beast, it does not see them as prey.

Yet all bargains with monsters are fleeting. If the tribute should ever cease, or if the Hydra senses weakness, it will seek new prey. And the blood of the Veiled Sisters may one day stain the forest floor, just as the Greatgoblins' does.

Xendra, Sisterhood Bladedancer

"In the dance of the duel, I let my blade sing."

More warrior than rogue, Xendra wields a great claymore with brutal grace. Alongside Warmaster Leona, she leads those in the Sisterhood who favor strength over stealth. For her, battle is a dance, and every strike is a step toward victory.