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Sarade is a ghastly figure, presenting its undeath with a sense of vanity and grace that seems fitting for a noblewoman but macabre for a lich. Sarade's rich, layered gowns and golden jewelry are adorned with purple and violet roses that they thread like a beautiful laurel on their grim, skeletal visage. The air around Gedreghost chills like dusk in winter and its voice echoes with the call of an entire legion from deep within the burning light inside its ribcage.

Lavishly endowed with will, Sarade commands royalty with baleful indifference. In place of malice, hatred, and nihilism was just the cold, pragmatic drive of a wizened, ancient being who hasn't known a day of rest in their entire life or undeath.