Lisbeth grew up along with the nobility of Talingarde. Not because she was noble herself, but because her family were revered paladins of Mitra. Before she was born, her mother had a revelation that unfortunate and disastrous changes would happen when her sole daughter came of age. Afraid to tell her husband, she went to the church that she had trusted so much and confided in them. They assured her that her secret was safe. Not long after childbirth, Lisbeth's mother passed away, unable to bear the burden any longer.
Raised solely by her father, Lisbeth grew up learning the tenets of Mitra, and held them dearly. But she had visions, visions that ran through her mother's side. She saw horrible things in the future. And the proponent of these awful changes was always brought forth by the Monarch of Talingarde — the beloved King Markadian V.
Passing her religious studies, Lisbeth graduated from the Church of Mitra and became a full fledged paladin. Assigned to the court, she began to look into how to prevent the disastrous future that she witnessed every night she lay down to sleep. But the Church did not listen to her. None believed in her visions, just as they did not believe in her mothers, and tried to assure her that it was nothing more than the Fallen one's influence, trying to test her faith.
But she believed, and she began to plot. If only the Brave of House Darius were no longer in power, perhaps the lands might be saved. She sought others that were like minded. Others that could help her destroy the current rule. Plans were put into motion to discredit the legitimacy of the throne. Secret taxes were enforced without the monarchs knowledge. Heralds seeking to cause sedition were found in the streets nearly every day.
But something went wrong. There were royal spies in the midst of her conspiracy. They quickly found the source, and confronted Lisbeth. She was tried by the courts and convicted of High Treason. The Church, her only pillar of strength, turned their backs on her. She was frightened, but more than that, she was angered. How could they!? Would they not listen to reason?
But she found another rock in the turbulent storm of chaos, a dark voice deep inside her. The Fallen One's words were soothing, and stoked her anger. It spoke to her of future deeds, and how she could destroy the hated Church, and cease the line of the monarchy forever. She would have her revenge. The iron bars she found herself behind now, awaiting her execution, could not contain her wrath. She would find a way. The Church would burn. A new rule would be established. The lands would be washed in cleansing darkness.
