Born a woman of striking beauty, she now rules the Demi-Plane of Torment, a hot, damp and uncomfortable place with few flat surfaces on which to walk, behind a mask of iron some say has been welded onto her face. There is no ground, just endless oceans formed by blood that rains constantly from the sky, with obsidian buildings hanging mysteriously from chains that vanish into the red clouds above serving as the only terrain upon which to travel. Saryrn busies herself by spending personal time with those cursed enough to live in her realm. She captures and torments her subjects mentally and physically and completely at random. The length of their torment before she releases them again, is also completely random - based mainly upon her whims. Those who fall into her hands may suffer but a few moments or for months at a time. All live with the fear that at any time, she may choose them as a partner.