Al-Tawam - The Two Who Seek

After her sister’s death and the tally of wounds carved deep into the machinery of her body, Sakina the Calm found her will to wage holy war spent at last. The tinctures that once steadied her hands could no longer silence the tremor in her spirit. When the warband slept beneath the smoke-blotted stars, she slipped away without ceremony, leaving only a sealed directive naming a successor to command in her stead.

She took no banners, no blessings—only the weight of her failure. Beyond the Wall she now walks in quiet exile, shrouded in the shame that clings to all who abandon the Front.

Her path leads toward New Antioch, the battered refuge where scholars, mendicants, and half-broken devotees gather. Perhaps there, among cold brass retorts and the restless hiss of chem-engines, she can wring from the remnants of her strength some final service to the war—if not with blade or relic, then with the alchemy that once made her feared across the blasted trenches.

Whether she seeks redemption or mere oblivion, none can say. But Sakina has laid her weapons down, and the Front will not see her like again.