The Shroud Banshee

🕯️ The Shroud Banshee In the deadest zones of No Man’s Land — where even ghosts dare not linger — something worse remains: a scream stretched thin with time. Some say she was a field nurse. Others, a trench priestess. Whatever she was, death found her tangled in barbed wire, and her final cry never truly ended. Twisted by the same curse that birthed the Forgotten Host, she returned as a vessel of unending sorrow — wrapped in tattered vestments, her limbs bound in rusted wire, her mouth frozen in