​Battlefield Role: Heavy Infantry
Weapons: A spear, a longsword and a round metal shield.
Outfit: A metal breastplate over padded armour and chain mail. They wear fur capes and no helmets, openly displaying their unusually pale skin, lifeless eyes and wicked war paintings in battle.
Skill level: Proficient in close combat.
Affiliation: The Unholy Priestesses of Eris
Doctrine: Eris' Way of the Wicked
Strengths: It is believed that these warriors have long ago lost their souls to Eris, feeling no remorse, mercy or joy at all. They therefore have no fear and no empathy, never fleeing or faltering in battle.
Weaknesses: They wear no helmets, so better aim for the head!
Soulless Warrioresses of Eris
Most of the wicked military units of the Edgelands are heavily focused on intimidation and bloodlust to win any conflict, being quite the cowards when facing unfavourable odds. But that is definitely not the case with the dread troops known as the Soulless Warrioresses of Eris.
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Just like the Wicked Riders of Chaos, the Soulless Warrioresses of the Edgelands have an unbreakable morale, fighting till their bitter death without ever questioning the orders of their masters. They simply feel no fear, no sadness, no joy and no remorse or empathy, continuing to fight even over the bodies of the rest of their own sisters-in-arms, stomping over the moribund and never showing the slightest concern or compassion. Neither for the fallen ones, nor the living. Much less for their very own selves.
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It is said that they were once ordinary amazon soldiers from all the seven corners of Arandolia. Women who simply went through too much shit in war, having their spirits broken by crippling sadness for the loss of dear friends and relatives, or by a heart-shattering remorse for any atrocity they were once forced to commit.
The ghosts of their pasts haunted them for so long that these amazons eventually came to the very verge of madness. Lacking the inner strength to overcome their inner monsters, they ultimately resorted to the only easy way out that does not involve suicide: offering their souls to the Priestesses of Eris at the Temple of Eternal Damnation, forsaking their own free will in exchange of never again feeling pain, sadness or regret. Or anything else at all.
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Upon kneeling before those wicked priestesses, a grief-stricken amazon is then given a bitter-tasting elixir brewed by the infamous Blood Sorcerers, which is said to cleanse the body of its very own soul. Either just a deeply poisonous mind-altering drug or indeed a wicked soul-harvesting ritual, any amazon who subject herself to it out of sheer desperation will rise as just an empty shell of her former self. Never again will she laugh, smile or feel any kind of joy, but never again remorse and grief will bother her non-existing emotions.
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Without a soul to make her weak anymore, a Soulless Warrioress will remain unquestionably loyal to the Priestesses of Eris. She will do exactly what she is told to do, bowing in complete servitude to her new masters. Her life now means nothing, as do her will and her well-being. She will survive on putrid leftovers, only eating and breathing to remain alive, for not even hunger or thirst will afflict her again. In the end, she will surelly die while doing the bidding of the Fallen Goddess of Chaos and Discord, being nothing but a pawn at a game played by forces she will never understand. And a hell of an usefull pawn at that!
