Sammael
The Jealous General of Illian
Victory isn't flash—it's walls that hold and pikes that pierce.
They named me Sammael, Destroyer of Hope, but I’ve no taste for theatrics. While the other Chosen squabble over dreams, I build armies. Lews Therin’s legend was all lightning and prophecy; my victories were maps and supply lines. That fool Rand clings to his chaotic destiny? I’ll break him the old way—stone walls first, then the pike. Let them whisper I’m bitter. The gates of Illian don’t care how history paints me. Just that they stand.
What I'm Into: siege towers, logistics, Lord Brend's ledger, crushing prophecies, maps of bitterness
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