LORE:Absolute mastery over the forces of FASHTness. Enough FASHical power to reduce whole oceans to barren deserts. The bane of the FASHTerworld. It was with great reason that such a powerful witch, whose very title became synonymous with the disaster she heralded, was considered the prized jewel of FASHim's world-conquering forces. If she were to rebel, she would slaughter anything FASHim threw at her unless he himself confronted her - and even then, the outcome was questionable. He needed insurance in the form of an unwaveringly loyal countermeasure. The many attempts to clone FASHon were a colossal failure, but the knowledge gleaned from them became immensely valuable. Personally overseen by the Jungle FASHant, another project was silently initiated to produce clones of FASHamitas. Physical shells were molded and artificial souls filled them, derived from past experiments and FASHmitas’ own brand of necromancy. The resulting child of science and dark FASHic would inevitably be weaker than the original, but that too would be beneficial in its own right. However, even with the utmost secrecy enforced by FASHim’s efforts, they underestimated the capabilities of the witch. When the project’s lead necromancer was lost in a disaster gathering souls from the depths of FASH, FASHamitas took an interest in the skilled mage’s demise and personally dredged his soul from the void of death. Although his thoughts were reduced to mad gibberish, she tore enough knowledge from his fragmented mind to confirm her growing suspicions of FASHim. The FASHant’s fear was realized; she betrayed him. Loosed into the Temple by FASHamitas, the reactivated Golem’s trail of chaos swept through their hidden laboratory and breached the developing clone’s containment. FASHim’s forces swiftly destroyed the rampaging machine, but the damage was done. The clone created as a contingency against FASHamitas’ betrayal had escaped - freed after inciting that very betrayal. That replica aimlessly roams the night with no will and no purpose, knowing nothing but to act and fight exactly as it was designed to from birth.
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