Dot Ravenflower

## Childhood

Dot was not one who grew up with a happy family, Her father was a gnome known as Chrome. A bleachling from one of the many gnomes who lived within the forests of Senfalas' territory. Her father was not known as a good gnome. His condition as a bleachling made him somber and dark witted. His gnome neighbors attempts to interact with him normally ending in sardonic comments and dark sarcasm that lead gnomes to fear talking to him would lead to their own bleaching progressing. As such he was left alone much of the time, something he didn't really mind. Needless to say, when a gnome child arrived at his door in the night with pale white skin and black hair beginning to sprout he looked upon them with a grimace. He knew the implications of what this meant. A meeting in the night with a woman as cruel and nihilistic as him had been a pleasant experience at the time. However, he thought with a bitter amusement, it would make sense that such an event would come with its own cruel reality. Regardless, he was not irresponsible. He took in the infant, knowing it was his own blood, and cared for her.

## Physical description

### Species

Gnome

He made his living as a painter. Known for his portraits that portrayed heroes and tales in darker lights it attracted the interest of like minded individuals. This meant he was rather well off as far as wealth went. He hired a wet-nurse to feed the infant and kept to himself for the most part. Content to leave the employee to her own devices. He had no idea how to interact with an infant and feared he would be a bad influence. Likely it was a lost cause already. Darker blood filled her veins then his own, hope was cruel mistress however. He hoped she could live a normal and happy life. And was willing to remove himself as much from it to make that a possibility.

Regardless, the gnome was a little too hopeful he found. As he found himself afflicted with a disease shortly after. His body weakening as time passed and his strength fading. Before he died he left a will to his daughter. She would claim his fortune as well as his name and be sent to the Cult of Lunar Whispers to be raised away from the nonsense of their race. He thought it likely that if she were to adopt their culture she would find herself estranged due to her appearance and isolated due to her blood. It was the best option to send her to people with more... grey views of the world. He had dealings with them in the past, designing some of the art that would be displayed in their Cathedral. And after doing so he closed his eyes, finally satisfied with having done something worthwhile.

After that the will was done as specified. The now orphaned Dot would be sent to the Cult of Lunar Whispers and raised as one of their own. As she grew up however, she found herself surrounded with children of similar circumstances. Drow, Tieflings, Dhampir. Dark raced children of all sizes, orphaned due to unfortunate circumstances, found the cult their home. Raised by the priests and bishops who did so in order to help the next generation. There were instances of unpleasantry for the gnome regardless. She grew into a rather androgynous body, her voice similarly so, and was teased endlessly by her fellow orphans for it. She grew bitter at the fact and decided gender was really not that important. She could correct them if they asked truly curious, but often found herself encouraging others to use They just to avoid any more of those problems.

Eventually the gnome grew more and more, and had begun to idolize the Cult she grew up with. She decided she would put herself forward into the program to become one of the Deacons of the Cult, and hopefully become a priest by the end of it. And so it was, that she joined the fold of children learning from their scriptures. She found the ideas promoted by the cult dark... but comforting. She knew that life wasn't all fun. Sometimes things went bad, and she found it nice that people could take happiness from life despite it. A rebellion against lifes nature for better words. It felt liberating to her. Every weekend she would help during the End of Poverty. Happily helping those less fortunate then herself. Giving them food and helping them find a place to sleep. Often others would find her in the kitchen, helping the cooks prepare the meals for the people who would gather that night. It was satisfying, spiritually and emotionally to the girl. Despite her blood people often found her with smiles plenty and laughter abound. A social butterfly in a crowd of withdrawn and uneasy children. Perhaps it was that charisma that drew the eye of her future teacher Archbishop Reek. And perhaps it was that happiness that doomed her to the pain that would follow.

## Reek Strangeflow

The Archbishops portrait in the cathedral.

## Physical description

### Species

Drow

While most who opted to join the cult at a young age would succeed. Most were trained by the various bishops of the Cult. Often the Bishop of Black or the Bishop of Love who actively pursued these young children's desire to help and helped them blossom into worthy members of the Cult. Hoping the new generation would help change the negative stigma their god and name held. Archbishop Reek was also known to train the younger people. However while the Bishop of Black was known for being strict yet a wonderful teacher, and the Bishop of Love would actively encourage and help the kids pursue their interests, the archbishop took only the most promising and talented of children to be trained into elites. He had a record that stood out within the cult. Every Deacon he trained ascended to Bishop at least with no Priests within his students. One day he approached dot with a smile, an apple offered in his hands. As Dot reached for the apple, thankful for the snack, it seemed to burst into butterflies, each of them that brushed past her skin leaving a feeling of euphoria the gnome had never felt before. Amazed by the display of magic she looked to the Archbishop and paid attention to his words. "Child... would you like to learn magic as wonderous as this? Would you like to be one of the greatest helps to this cult that we have ever seen?" Naïve innocent dot agreed immediately and from that day forward never returned to the Childrens wing of the Cathedral. Formally entering the Archbishops land for specialized training.

## Training

Unfortunately for the child, the training was not as she expected. Immediately she was forced into fierce physical training. Working tirelessly from dawn to dusk in a variety of exercises from swordsmanship, cross country running, weight lifting, and stamina training. Despite this, the girl pushed through. She was determined to help the people who had cared for her most of her life. While difficult, she believed in the Archbishop's words that she could become powerful and of great help to the Cult. This belief was proven true as over months her body began to develop. With her body maturing, and the training she had taken part in, her muscles developed quickly. While by no means a great warrior it could be said that the basics had been taken care of. What was once a gentle girl had turned into a well meaning warriors apprentice. The gratitude she felt to the Archbishop was great and she often brought him flowers she found in the forest to display this fact. While she had never known her father, she imagined this was what he would have been like from what she knew of him. Strict yet caring, dark yet warm, scary but loving. He gave her encouragement when she succeeded, and tips when she failed. He was everything she could have asked for. It was at this point... he began to train her in magic.

Archbishop Reek was known for his control over peoples minds and the illusions he used to help this. He held the title of Archbishop of Secrets from his ability to make his enemies dance in a realm of his creation until they fell. The secrets kept until such transpired. However, the training was not as Dot expected. One day he sat her down in a room empty save for the pale flame chandelier that hung above them and said only this "The mind is a powerful thing. It can convince you something false is true, or that truth is false. And it is easily broken if you know where weakness lies. In order to use this magic, we will have to prepare you against such events. If you fall to these false truths the cults secrets will be expose. And you will expose everyone you love to danger."

Dot took his words to heart. It was reasonable of course. So she wholeheartedly agreed with this statement. So the mental training began. The training comprised of several distinct categories. Mental training, vision training, pain training, illusion training, inference training, religious training, and resistance training. This was where the hell of Dots adolescent years began. Mental training comprised of the archbishop attempting to break her will. Subjecting her to various forms of curses and alchemical supplies that made her weak and easy to influence. Every time she would fail her mind would be assaulted with headaches bad enough to make her cry, often making her pass out from the pain. Vision training involved looking upon an illusory scene and figuring out what was important and what had changed as time went by. If she failed to notice the subtle details she would be locked within pitch black darkness for a day with no sound. Doomed to lose two of her most important senses until her punishment was served. As time went on and the training got harder this time extended to days, and then to weeks. Pain training was simple but still extremely difficult to endure. Archbishop would simply hurt the girl. With a variety of tools ranging from small switches to wicked torture tools to get her used to having her body broken. At a certain point she became used to it but her feeling seemed dull ever after that point. Simply disassociating from her body to keep the pain at arms distance. Illusion training involved being able to doubt and disbelieve illusions. Horrific creatures and spells being flung in her direction. If she did not manage to realize them fake they would tear, bludgeon, pierce, burn, freeze, or any other modicum of damage her body. The monsters and spells only becoming more grandiose and painful as they progressed as well as difficult to avoid or see through. Inference training involved simply sitting with the Archbishop and talking to him. Words stacked on subtle meanings as various illusory people joined in to add information. It was her job to understand the scenario and figure out the implications taking place from the speech around her. If she failed, she would be sentenced to a realm of lies. Where her mind was forced to relive fantasy experiences of people being disappointed, angry, or downright spiteful to the girl for her inability to understand them. Religious training was perhaps the one solace Dot took during her weeks of hell. A simple time spent learning about their great god and the different ways one could interpret his domains. It was the only safe time as there was no failing it. The only time she had done so when she questioned some of the inconsistencies in the cults desire to have people live happily and the gods apathetic nature. As punishment, the archbishop walked over and touched her head. Filling her with images of these same people she knew during her charity work withering and dying. She... never felt quite as positive after that day. Her positive memories having been tainted with this image. It would happen after all, over decades or centuries but... it was unavoidable. It hurt her heart, so... she simply decided to accept it. It was cruel but realistic. She swallowed the pain with the determination to pass this trial. Bottling the feelings as they would not help her move forward without regrets. Finally... Resistance training. This one was the most grueling and the one which she dreaded every time it appeared in the curriculum. Resistance training involved hurting her in as many ways as possible. Not like the Pain training however. This was emotional Pain. The amount of scenario's she experienced in the Archbishops illusionary world where she would meet old friends, make new ones, find love, or make new family were countless. Each time they ended just as tragically however. Beaten and spit on by her friends before they would take her things and leave her broken in an alley. New friends betraying her to slavers for a quick coin, turning their backs on her and leaving with laughs under their breath. Lovers spurning her and picking a new more beautiful girl or boy only to take all the gifts she had showered them with and leaving remarks that rang true so that they would hurt more. Family abandoning her, disappointment on their face as they explained in simple terms that they had just tired of her. That her voice was annoying, her face ugly, her feelings gross. Eventually the training worked. She stopped feeling surprised or hurt when these things happened. She hardened her heart and moved forward for her group. The Cult would not betray her or hurt her unless they needed her too. Her pain would be appreciated though, and that was enough for her. Even through all this training another thing assaulted her mind. The Calling she learned later. It made it even more difficult as her mind itched driving her to travel north. Her body and will was not her own however. It was the Archbishops. It would not be allowed. So she ignored it despite its insistence, enduring through the irritation it brought.

Every once in a while the Archbishop would take the girl to his office. Offering her some solace in the form of soothing and pleasurable emotions forced onto her mind. They felt duller then they used too, but they were nice none the less. Now Dot did not smile unless it would help someone listen to her. Didn't laugh except to blend in with the group. Didn't joke unless it gained the trust of someone new. In her time alone and with the bishop she was an empty mask. Ready to take on whatever role needed to achieve their goals. Sometimes her memories the next day would be fuzzy, but regardless it was ok. She trusted the Archbishop. He hurt her to make her strong. So that she wouldn't be hurt by others who certainly would if she showed weakness.

Finally the day came. Dot had passed her training. She was granted the rank of Bishop of Apathy and granted a mansion near the Cults land. Her god even gave her a blessing in the form of his whisper in her ears. She couldn't hear anymore, but he had responded. A greater response then others had gotten.Having finally achieved her goal she thought she would be happy. However did it really matter? It would eventually happen if she continued down her path. It was time to enact the next move and begin to spread the cults influence. As such she prepared to step out of Tamalon and into the world proper. Deciding to take on the role of adventurer to gain new information to help the Cult.

## Results

The first adventure Dot went on was at the behest of the Adventurers guild. She joined a small group and while not able to use her abilities of the mind her strength managed to help her defeat the obstacles with the others. There was a variety there. People of all shapes, sizes, and inclinations. She analyzed them. Deciding how best to interact with them as she took on a friendly face. By the end of it some of them had taken a liking to her. It had gone as planned. A feast waited at the end of the obstacle course and the various adventures took part happily. The test was not over however as they assembled the group to fight against veteran adventurers working for the guild. Dot moved as she had been trained. Surrounding them with her allies and ripping their minds apart even as her blade carved flesh. There were magical items in place to prevent lethal damage but it did not effect the damage she did to their minds. Some seemed concerned at that fact. It was simply proof of their weakness. Their will was not firm enough. Having accomplished her first mission she left. Gold bouncing in her pouch and new experiences fresh in her mind.

The next venture she took upon herself was not what she expected. A astronomical event was taking place as stars fell in the lands of Lightreach. She decided to

## Dot Ravenflower

### Aliases

Queen of Spires, Queen of Ravens, Queen of Oculuanes

## Biographical information

### Date of birth

Unknown (Nameday celebrated on Lamashtu 22nd)

## Physical description

### Eye color

Red and Purple (Herochromia)

investigate sure interesting people would come who she could make connections with. And in fact there were. She met a girl named Liana who was a fortune teller. A rather ridiculous one at that. She was the weakest person Dot had ever seen. Her every action nonsensical and mad. She had no need to be cautious of her and so she lowered her guard towards her. The other a young man by the name of Alpine. He seemed more normal. A simple adventurer with a bow. His thoughts were simple and traditional. She would keep her eye on him but did not expect much. And as she made meaningless conversation with them the one known as Liana continued to bother her. She offered all the responses that would make her harbor positive feelings to herself. She feigned anger when she teased her, she feigned embarrassment at compliments and attempts to change her appearance. She feigned interest in the stars that fell around her and the sight they gave. By the end of the event she left with a small gem and some dust from when it fell. She was curious at its properties but aside from that, it was simply a shiny rock. Somewhere in her heart however unknown to her, a small hope of meeting them again came forward.

The next time she met Alpine he was talking with a young man known as Ulysses. She offered some witty intro she came up with on the spot and acted the part of the mischievous girl. Ulysess offered a rudimentary sign language. Pitiful, it barely could be understood. She feigned surprise and interest at the event happily signing back at him with a fake smile. She promised to teach him the language, it was good to keep connections available. However Alpine made a comment that seemed to dig into her. He made fun of her inability. Honestly it went in one ear and out the other as unimportant as it was. A part of her heart took a dark satisfaction in it however. Her training proved true. As soon as she showed some small amount of weakness someone poked at it trying to weaken her. So in response she took the upper hand, reading his mind for something to hurt him and spitting it back at him sardonically. It seemed to work, as the man became offended and left. She had done well. Those who would try and hurt her needed not be around. Yet despite that something rose from her heart quietly. A small twinge of guilt. It was possible he hadn't meant to strike at her. She couldn't believe that however. People hurt other people. That was a fact. She couldn't be naïve.

Eventually she was invited to see a building Liana had built. It was surprising. How the girl had managed to write and fill out paperwork to build a building was lost to her. She barely seemed able to tie her own shoe. However her job was to appear the good friend and as such she showed up. Giving some idle conversation as she showed her around. There were some rat creatures working in the back. it was disgusting. She had no idea how Liana thought this was a reasonable Idea. She felt disgust at the girls inability to do anything properly but at the same time her guard lowered slightly. No one this idiotic could be a threat to her. Therefore when Liana brought out a small item she called a seed and described it as having Psionic abilities dot thought nothing of it. Liana spoke how she shouldn't try and read its mind, that it would hurt her. Those words struck at her heart yet again. She was being looked down on. After all the things she had sacrificed in her training to get to where she was they were still looking down on her. She decided to prove something and linked minds with the thing. Her mind immediately coming into contact with something dark, old, and alien. It seemed surprised at her contact, unable to protect its thoughts in time as she caught a glimpse of its plans. Immediately after however magic went back through the connection and attacked her mind, spreading through her body. It went all the way back to her source of magic, the eyes through which she used her hypnotism, and began to corrupt them. Moments later Dot stood changed. Her eyes turned fishlike and horrifying even as the damage done to her head made blood pour from her ears, nose, and eyes. She felt irritation. She should have known better. It was arrogance. She had done it to herself. Now Liana was showing concern. Disgusting. Don't pretend you care. You'll turn around and use this as soon as it benefits you. The girl left and the Zoogs decided to throw some barbed comments her ways. She decided to let them know that they would regret it if they made an enemy of her. Liana returned with goggles and Dot put them on. Now that her eyes were like this her goal of connecting with people would be more difficult. Frustrating. She left with that feeling burning in her heart.

Next thing she knew she gathered word of Liana having been taken to court and exiled. This wasn't surprising. She was stupid enough to do it after all. What she was surprised however was how in some harebrained attempt to make nice with herself she dropped her name even as she lost the trial. Anger filled her heart, and then hatred. She was trying to be respected, trying to not be looked down on, and now she was directly tying her moronic actions with her name? Disgusting. Disgusting disgusting disgusting. Before she could think it over she took leave from her mansion. Tracking the girl down and forcing her onto the floor where she belonged. She made it quite well known to the girl just what is was she had done and how much it had set Dot back. Determined to throw the girl away finally and be done with the idiocy she made it known that she would force the girl to be gone from her life. After this she returned home still feeling quite irritated.

Later a similar thing happened. Apparently due to Lianas uncaring relegation of those same seeds that had corrupted her an abomination had risen in darkwall. While she didn't care what happened to the city it seemed Liana was being used as a scapegoat. Served her right for being so trusting. This just went to prove exactly what Dot knew. That leaving things to chance would fuck you over. However, she thought this an opportunity. It wasn't because she felt bad for the girl. It wasn't because she wanted to prove that maybe things could be different. No, it would be... convenient to have her around in case she needed a scapegoat herself. Of course. So she went to find the girl. Meeting a few new people at the same time. Of course she made it abundantly clear her terms still stood with the girl but Liana continued to be filled with hope. Disgusting. The innocence of the girl sickened Dot. Regardless she came here with a goal and it would be dealt with. She created a plan from the information she was offered. One with a multitude of birds stoned as the metaphor goes. A mage appeared by the name of Edward. Apparently he held one of the Crowns that were key to this whole Murky Gate scenario. However when questioned about it he dodged. Dot knew better. If there was any suspicion when things were so important social niceties were useless. She tried to read his mind and he resisted, feigning being offended. He was lying. She could feel it. She pressured him harder and with the help of the Drake Rider Bolverk she pried the crown from his hands. It came away from him rather easily even if he put up quite the fuss. He seemed so... reluctant before. Thankfully it seemed real. She had made an enemy that day but... It needed to be done. It left her irritated however and when she returned home that feeling only persisted. Eventually her thoughts turned to Liana and Dot realized something. She enjoyed the girls presence. Despite her being harmful, irritating, and against everything she ever learned that fact remained. It was unacceptable. In a rage Dot flung the stargem into the Pale Flame. Determined to end things with Liana forever after this. Unknown to her... that gem held the power to make that possible. Even to the point of it being against her will. That same night Dot forgot everything she knew about Liana. And everytime she thought about the girl after that, she felt nothing. It was a stranger. She could not feel anything else towards the girl. She quickly faded from the Gnomes mind in its entirety.

Her memories were gone after that event. By the time it was fixed the time between was already great. Apparently from the recount of Liana and Bolverk the drake rider had managed to pull information from her bit by bit with theoretical scenarios. Skirting the magic that kept her from dealing with it. Crafty. He needed to be watched. If anyone could be a threat it was him. He was strong not only in body but in mind. She would have to make contingencies to deal with him. Regardless it seemed she had missed the pretrial meeting. Liana having solidified her failure by bringing in a multi-national criminal as her lawyer. Dot felt something rise from her chest. Rage. After all the work she had put in, all the sleepless nights. It had been ruined by one action by herself. The self hatred she felt was immeasurable. Everything she had done to move forward ever so slightly undone with one unknown mistake. By the time she came too she had smashed her chair to bits in front of Bolverk. She needed some time. She asked him to leave and once he did. Let herself go. She cried. It was frustrating. Even after overcoming those tests and trials she still couldn't make a difference. She still couldn't do anything. She hadn't changed. The pain had not let her grow. It had stopped her from growing. She realized this intrinsically but she couldn't accept it. To accept it would break her. She buried it. Bottling it and putting it away to be never thought of again. She was right. She had to be. This was the only way forward now.

That same night her mansion was attacked. A follower she had left in her bed due to a lack of rooms, she wasn't going to be sleeping much that night anyways as she cried herself to sleep, had been attacked and killed. A guard had managed to see the intruder and confront them but despite this managed to escape. Nothing was easy. The trials kept coming. She was used to this though. She had been trained to be able to deal with obstacles. She calmly set in motion a plan to have bolverk investigate the main suspect and upped her security. Bolverk was handy to have around. He had saved her from her mistake and thought she didn't want to, she felt some gratitude to him for that, she tried not to let it taint her decisions but... it was there. She couldn't show weakness however. He was too powerful. If she thanked him he would think he was needed to fix it. He had been, but to do that would be too dangerous. She couldn't trust him. How could she? Everyone was capable of betrayal.

Bolverks connection proved useful. His group had managed to discover a way to cleanse the corruption that had plagued her. She was sick of hiding her eyes. Sick of the blurry vision every time she awoke every day. Sick of the morning ritual of filling it with inky water to hide her eyes behind the goggles. She decided to take up his offer to cleanse the corruption and went through the ritual with his leader Claude. She didn't like Claude. He proved too rigid in a recent adventure. Unable to fluidly adapt to circumstances. Regardless he had proven capable. And it was through his magic the corruption was burned from her blood. However a side effect occurred. Due to her blood being boiled in such a magical manner the Calling returned. Irritation and frustration raged in the gnome. She had already dealt with this hadn't she? Why did she have to again? Why couldn't she catch a break? All these adventurers around her seemed to be fine. Seemed to be having the time of their lives actually. So why was she constantly kept from being happy? Bolverk as clever as he was caught onto this. He pressured Dot. Trying to get her to tell him what was wrong and... she did. Too many things had been weighing on her recently. Even though she didn't want too in a moment of weakness she did. And he consoled her. She felt.. something. It was warm. It was nice. And it was terrifying. She didn't know what this was. Which means she didn't know how to control it. She would have to be careful moving forward. She had trusted him despite not wanting too. And only time would prove whether her fears would be realized.

And they were. As Dot came to the seers room after cleanings the man known as Edward, He had indeed been her attempted assassin and corrupted by the Sleeper after turning to its side, he had revealed her secret accidently. As she realized this pain hit her. She knew it would happen. She did. So why did it hurt? She had seen this scene constantly in her training. So why did it hurt so bad. She had tried to show mercy to Edward as a favor to her student Ulysses who had wanted her to try things his way but it had proven folly. Bolverk chased after her. Wanting to explain himself. How dare he. After hurting her this much he wanted forgiveness? He said he wouldn't. He *Promised* he wouldn't. But he still did. She decided to give it one more try for Ulysses. She would tell him to leave and not lash out at him in revenge. He persisted however. Her mind shattered. The audacity. THE AUDACITY! After everything he did to her he wouldn't even step back and let her pass? He could not respect her even that much? Her mind was overcome with a pain filled rage. She lashed out at him with her magic. It didn't even faze him. She tried to use the environment and he fought back against that too. She had been right. He was too strong. She couldn't fight back against him. She didn't have control over anything around her. There was only on thing that she did have control over. Herself. So she threatened that. At some point Xalia, had appeared. A naïve girl with a golden heart. She was interfering though. He kept pushing. At a certain point the feelings disappeared and Dot felt something new. Exhaustion. The Pain and the tired feeling she felt mixed together. Everyone would die one day anyways. It wasn't worth it anymore. She was a Failure. She just wanted to embrace the end and be done with it. And she tried. Xalia took the blow from her, the claws she had grown from her blood piercing the girls heart. She stood despite this. Dot felt more pain at this sight. She hadn't meant to do that. The girl didn't deserve that. Bolverk through a punch as she was distracted and clocked her in the head trying to knock her unconcious. How could he? He was trying to take everything from her! Even the last bit of control she had. Xalia was yelling at Bolverk about something. She didn't know what. Her mind had chilled and her training took over as her mind entered a haze. Eventually Xalia seemed to have won out as she took her home. Liana seemed mad or something. She didn't care enough to think about it. Friends would just hurt her so she cut her off. She was just so tired.

The Skum had started to attack. Dot decided it was a good idea to help defend lightreach. She had built a temple there to stage her employees for various missions and she didn't want any more losses. She took Liana and fought off hordes of scum with her and many others. A hydra appeared and was distracted with her abilities as she sent it after some adventurer that was teleporting around. The other two sides seemed to be holding well and after she dropped from the walls to help defeat the skum in the center a new person appeared. A merman who claimed himself king. He insulted her but it didn't really hurt. He didn't know anything. She tried to use her words, her most valuable weapon, to help lower his guard but words don't work on those who listen. Before she knew it she was bickering with Xalia. The girls positive feelings only made the pain come back. She lashed out sarcastically and the merman seemed to decide to grab them as some sort of joke. She couldn't escape. She wasn't powerful enough. Eventually... he hurt her. He blew her mind away with an attack and threw her in the water. Her mind scattered. She was saved by a mechanical creature but... not fully. Her arm had been parted from her body in exchange for her life. She had recently relearned her abilities to use a holy symbol so that people could not recognize her magic by her eyes but it had backfired. Now the tattoo she channeled her power through was gone and with it... the only thing she could rely on. Her mind shattered again. Irreparably this time. She fainted after seeing her arm gone and was taken by a worshipper of Brigh she had met in the past to be taken care of.

She eventually recovered enough from the shattered mind to go out adventuring again. However as she dealt with a group of bandits and their necromantic minions a massive undead monster decided to attack her nearly killing her instantly. The threat of death seemed to resurface the thoughts of her previous experience with the Skum King and her memories resurfaced. After being lost in her own mortality for a bit she struggled to return to normal life. She was revisited by Xalia and after an emotional confrontation the Sarian offered her free access to her thoughts. After verifying that Xalia's intentions were in fact purely innocent and kind they decided to move forward as friends. After that she confronted Pandora on not revealing her past and had to do a thorough look over her plans for the future.

Surprisingly, a great change in her relationships with others would surface with her venture on a rather out of character venture. A call had gone out for chosen to gather at a beach party of some sort by a gnome researching the chosen and how they were made and the effects they had. While there she met with Bolverk again and cleared the murky feelings that had risen between the two. While she had not truly forgiven him, she was willing to put her grudge aside in the interest of maintaining polite interaction with the man. As she did so she was approached by a woman she had not met before but who could quickly become a vital part of her life. That being Astrid the Serpent. She was quick witted and clever. A dark thought process running in her mind not dissimilar from dots own. While at first the girl irritated Dot with her insistence that she was cute, something she found demeaning and akin to likening her to a child, it was quickly resolved as dot spoke with Zeke another deaf chosen she had found and conversed with in Sign Language. As she was speaking to zeke, So to speak as it was sign language, of the insult she took at the insistence of her cuteness Astrid intervened and told her that no person who was intelligent would see her as such. It turned out they had vastly similar ideals and in fact Dot offered the girl a tour of the Cult of Lunar Whispers. After that she spoke off handedly to Ulysses about it and he suggested she change it to dinner. She didn't quite understood but she enjoyed the girls presence so she thought she might as well.

Afterwards there appeared to be a lull in the girls life for a while. She continued to grow her power both politically and business wise. Gathering teams to deal with minor problems not fitting of her time and continuing to bring about the word of the Cult of Lunar Whispers. Along with this she managed to continue to grow closer with Astrid. At a certain point she was approached by a sarian that told her she was actually her half sister from across the ocean. Skeptical at first Dot tested her and quickly found that this was the truth. After that she hired the girl on as her bodyguard and continued on with her time. Not much later Alice discovered her sisters birthday and together with Ulysses, Zeke, Astrid, and Liana they planned Dot's first birthday surprise party. Several hand made and sentimental presents were given to the changeling making her break down in tears and helping cement her feelings on those who had done that for her. Needless to say she was finally starting to form social relationships again even if she didn't trust them fully.

After this it was time to get serious with her business. She brought forth a proposal to the council of the Cult of Lunar Whispers cardinals asking to be made an archbishop skipping over the rank of bishop entirely. That way she could avoid the countermeasures her teacher had laid for her in case she attempted to go above him. Needless to say there was a long discussion where Dot promised a new era of growth for the Cult. Using her own efforts to spread the Cults influence beyond the borders of Senfalas as a fulcrum to move forward her points. They told her they would think about it and so the war in the shadows between her and Reek began. Using her teams of robbers and thieves to break into the Archbishops home she stole documents of his dealings and even mind controlled one of his servants to keep as a prisoner of war and source of information. When the Archbishop returned her teams let loose flaming arrows to burn down the previously oil soaked walls around the Archbishop though it appeared to be a distraction. Following the information given led her to a warehouse near her temple to the Cult in Shizukumura where she was promptly hit with a trap. A domination spell long implanted in her mind as a child triggered with an illusion of her teacher to attack the Cult and usurp the leadership. Thankfully she had taken her current girlfriend of the time Astrid with her who managed to break the spell with a bit of effort even as assassins teamed up with the controlled Dot to attack her.

When they returned to the cult a rebellion of sorts had started. Members of the cult had turned traitor and the halls of the Church of Finality were running with blood. Fighting her way to the Archbishops office with Astrid they quickly found him and engaged him in combat. He summoned shadowy undead to fight but thankfully with Dots mind magic and Astrid's vast array of spells they managed to wear him down close to death as a storm raged outside. As Dot was about to deliver the final blow however, the Archbishops trap activated as he fired a pistol at a barrel on the other side of the room filled with gunpowder, nearly blowing Dot out the window on the fourth floor and succeeding in blowing the Archbishop out where he was impaled on the wrought iron fence below. Raging and screaming out into the storm as her revenge was stolen from her she made her way to the ground floor with the help of Astrid. As they watched however lightning struck the body three times and a creature came out of his corpse. As Dot went to engage it however it proved weak until she stabbed it and it grew more powerful. Realizing that it was being made stronger by injuring it she forcibly wrestled it into submission and threw it into the Pale Flame to be utterly destroyed.

After that she was officially made a Cardinal on the council of Cult of Lunar Whispers and she spent much of her time strengthening her influence and fortifying Senfalas. Even as the Barbarian kingdoms began to skirmish with the nation of elves she was at the forefront of the battles making sure nothing of damage was dealt with her own influence. However with time her relationship seemed to sour with her partner Astrid over time and their relationship slowly became worse and worse. Struggling with the pressures of her responsibility and her relationship turning poor Dot took a solid year and a half seperating from everything. Leaving her businesses able to run without her and Astrid behind she began to wander the nations thinking and trying to figure out what she wanted now that she had made it to a certain level of success. After the year and a half was over she had come to a decision. She needed to become more serious about her business then she was before. Returning she promptly ended things with Astrid and began to get prepared to reenter the world of adventurers.

After that not much of note happened for quite a while, Dot saved money in preparations to build something greater even as others continued business as usual. At the same time the Kingdom of the Black sea began to launch a true assault upon the continents. This was the moment to make a change and be part of something greater. She joined the large amount of high ranked adventurers repelling the major assaults. Even dying once in the process before she and the others managed to tear down their fortress and kill their king and leading council. Exhausted after the events she returned and took a break. Taking the time to truly put into effect her plans. With the discovery of new continents she had a chance to build a kingdom with the support of others. Unfortunately her funds were only enough to fund half of a kingdom so she was forced to look for a sponsor. After much struggle gathering a reliable number of staff she spoke with the king of Senfalas. Needless to say the talks did not go well. He belittled and ridiculed her nearly the whole conversation eventually stating he would fund her simply because he wanted to see her self destruct and the kingdom collapse. Upset and humbled Dot vowed to make sure he ate his words one day in her heart and went home.

Eventually the time came and it was time to set off to the new continents. Already having investigated where she would like to start she chose a large island with plans to build a naval network between the surrounding islands. After she took the land things became complicated quickly. Dealing with her old peers of adventurers quickly proved difficult when nations were concerned and as she became increasingly frustrated it became increasingly difficult to come to consensus with the others. Currently there are tensions with the nation of Risovia as well as the threat of a giant settlement in the north. However only time can tell where these obstacles will end up. At the very least Dot has been much more calm and happy with the starting of a relationship with the elemental creation of Wildren Ayaax. Named Fulmine and labelled as his daughter she has been enamored with the girl and seems likely to continue to be.