Meet the next duellist, the deadly vampire Mi’lady Carmilla! Painted by Grimdark Compendium, sculpted by Paul Hicks!

GUARDIANESS OF THE DEEPS Mi’lady Carmilla
“You bleat of my beauty as if it was a bauble you can possess with your cloying words. You would risk the protection of my beloved city for the sake of your ego and lust? For this insult I will unleash upon you the full terror of the Night! EN GARDE!”

Height: 6’ Age: 143 years
Weight: 160 lbs Favourite weapon: Rapier and wheellock pistol

For many centuries creatures known as the Drowned Ones have plagued Therae. Infiltrating the cisterns and lower levels through waterlogged tunnels of the city, they have abducted countless unwary youths and maidens to their doom, injected with parasites that keep them alive underneath the waves and dragged into the horrid cities under the waves to become ritual sacrifices, food consumed alive, or worse. Over the centuries this threat has grown ever greater, despite the efforts of the City Watch, who are no match for these monstrous creatures of the deep.

In the year 1645, seven mighty warriors of Therae who had dedicated their lives to the defense of their home city against this seaborne menace took a fateful decision to drink from the Cup of Sorrows. This relic is held in the great catheredral of St. Maurius. This cup is said to hold the blood of the last vampire slain by the founder of the city, and drinking from it has been strictly forbidden by both the Doge and the Arch-priest.

Despite the ban, and out of a sense of duty and for the love of their city, the seven cast aside their mortal lives in order to forever defend their people. Despite being doomed to live apart from their own kin forever and cursed to thirst for human blood, none hesitated. Claimed by ghastly power of undeath they became one of the undying Myrmidons and to this day they hold their eternal vigil in the crypts and catacombs that overlook the entrances to the city’s lagoon. Their prowess was greatly enhanced: strong, tireless and possessed with strange powers the city had gained formidable undying vampiric guardians.

The swords of the seven soon made the nights of the city much safer, and their legend reached far and wide. Amongst the seven, none are as deeply revered as Mi’lady Carmilla. On the rare occasions when she emerges from the dark corridors beneath the city, citizens flock to her, willingly offering her cups of their blood as nourishment, grateful for all the lives she has saved.

But not all approach her with gratitude. Others seek her out, lured by the tales of her cold beauty, hoping to win Mi’Lady’s unbeating heart with bravado and swagger. Others hope to make a name of themselves by challenging her to a duel and defeating her to gain great fame and wealth from the priceless jewllery her grateful wards have bestowed upon her.

Little do they know that Mi’lady has no time for fools and waxes most wrathful when her duties are disturbed. On such occasions she recites the words of duelling challenge and descends upon her hapless opponent like one of the furies of legend. Those whose unwanted overtures Mi'Lady finds particularly uncouth she reserves the terrible punishment of the Slaveblood, a bizarre and ill understood excruciation whereby the victim is rendered into a lesser form of undeath, receiving only the vilest traits of living death.

Mi’Lady is master of both the rapier and wheellock pistol, and possesses many strange powers: her mere gaze can gain control over weaker minds, she can dissolve into blood-red mist to avoid enemy blows, and if she is seriously challenged she will remove her mask and bring her vampiric fangs to play. One taste of blood will unleash her dreaded Blood Fury, a berserk trance enhancing her already supernatural speed and strength. Few have seen Mi’Lady in her true majesty and savage beauty and lived to tell the tale.