Neverwinter Forest conduit

bathed in icy aethermist, the listener felt starkly the warm rush of a sighed breath at their hackles. change rippled like a spell cast; the frosted glass aura of the otherworld shattered and melted and warped and was forged anew, all at once. spirits drew in the listener, pressed into her sides, cold and dry like snake scales.

not only spirits, she realized; ancestors.

a harsh whisper in their ear, then, stark above the rest —

you will know no peace in this life, listener.

the connection was severed. the listener's head dropped, and she vomited into the cold dirt at her paws.