Neverwinter Forest warden

it does not take long for the haze to creep over his eyes; to his mind, a flowing magic that sparked with energy and shadows like the sky bleeding starshine and spilling ink upon the earth; consuming. ingram's seaglass gaze darts around the spirits as they take shape in the midst, pale shadows compared to the starshine that appeared to glow from within trikova.

her voice lilts to him as she circles; her words seeping into his soul, into his bones.

among the shadows of his ancestors he looks for praimfaya ...but her spirit is gone. reincarnated as it was foretold.

fragheda, fragheda, fragheda —

they whisper like an eerie chant, their voices dying out as trikova's rises.

stay at her side. kill. lie. keep. sacrifice.

wanlida. bringer of death.

wankepa. keeper of death.

i will. ingram rasps. yes, it was what he was built for. trikova's circling around him keeps the piercing gazes of his ancestors at bay...but he bristled at their judging, the weight of his oath settling comfortably on his shoulders. i will be by your side in this life and in death. i will keep the secrets and kill and sacrifice and lie. whatever you ask of me. whatever the unnamed god asks of me.