From a small village near Palanthas, Aisa didn’t have much going for her until she became part of the Seekers. Her new-found faith that there were Gods out there, modern Gods that she would help find, made her feel special, blessed – and just somehow better than those around her.

So it came as a bit of a shock when she heard the old ones had suddenly came back.

She left the place she had lived all her life and found her way to Palanthas, where she learned people were turning in droves to the new-old religions and abandoning the Seeker creed. Aisa took her loss of stature and power hard. Over the coming weeks she became a horrifying mockery of the mature and sensible woman she once was. She made it her mission to defy every law she had once lived by and told others to follow. Why shouldn’t she? Everything in her life before was a lie. She drank, she stole, she drank, she prostituted herself, she drank more, she killed, and she drank even more. She spends most of her time haranguing and harassing the new clerics in Palanthas; she dresses as a mockery of them in filthy white robes and around her neck is what looks like a medallion of faith for Paladine – except the platinum dragon on it is covered in deep scratches, and the eyes have been gouged out with something sharp.