Vistigial had their eye on the land, Kereth saw the curruption at hand, Taking measures to protect her kin, She gave up life to shield the sin. Mordrenath laughed viscous and black, Suns refused to rise, darkenss attacked, Land lost it's little queen, Erlithane died, Nethrial was born. Evil in it's eyes. The Dead Stir That night, beneath a cold and starless sky, the first corpse rose. A farmer’s wife, long buried, clawed her way from the grave with nails blackened by soil. Her mouth moved as though praying, but no sound came only the rush of wind drawn inward. When morning came, the villagers’ homes stood empty, doors ajar, candles burned to stubs. The graveyard stirred like a sea in storm. The sickness had become something far worse. Mordrenath laughed viscous and black, Suns refused to rise, darkenss attacked, Land lost it's little queen, Erlithane died, Nethrial was born. Evil in it's eyes. The Necromancers Arrive When Kareth returned to Vaelrun the next evening, she was not alone. Figures in dark robes already stood among the dead, chanting in low tones. Their torches burned blue, their hands tracing sigils into the air that shimmered with smoke. They did not look surprised to see her only amused. One of them spoke her name before she gave it. “The Lady of Life,” he called her, “come to watch death perfected.” Her guards charged, but the shadows themselves struck back, swallowing steel and bone alike. That was the first time Kareth saw the symbol that would haunt her dreams a spiral eye weeping black tears. Mordrenath laughed viscous and black, Suns refused to rise, darkenss attacked, Land lost it's little queen, Erlithane died, Nethrial was born. Evil in it's eyes. In her despair, Kareth sought to break his curse by turning his own power upon itself. In the catacombs beneath her keep, surrounded by the bones of her slain enemies, she prepared the forbidden rite. She drew her own blood into an obsidian chalice, mixed with the ashes of her people, and tore her living heart from her chest to sever the tie between life and death. But the curse twisted the ritual. Her heart shattered into four black pieces, scattering across the realm. Mordrenath vanished into the Mists, concealing the fragments in places sacred to her memory the chapel, the fortress, the marsh, and the city. Mordrenath laughed viscous and black, Suns refused to rise, darkenss attacked, Land lost it's little queen, Erlithane died, Nethrial was born. Evil in it's eyes. Mordrenath laughed viscous and black, Suns refused to rise, darkenss attacked, Land lost it's little queen, Erlithane died, Nethrial was born. Evil in it's eyes.
