Neverwinter Forest conduit

seconds passed. heat flared into feverish eyes and ears, under flushed skin. lips parted, tongue unfurled. the shadow stared unseeing with eyes all black, pupils blown, flesh hollow and half-abandoned for the next world. around them, the sparkle and wink of the merriment of the fae dancing all round. to meet the eyes of the fae was death, and so the shadow willed their own essence away, away, searching —

all around, the voice of @Morgana reverberated like the toll of a great bell. the shadow was enraptured, for it was she who had helped them to shed the mortal vessel like the shaking of dew drops from fur. let her be the guide then; she who had been sent by the unnamed god to ferry the prophet across the river of souls to the otherworld.

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