Neverwinter Forest warden

you get my 100th post! <3

even in the haze of the high that takes ingram on a journey unlike any he has ever had before, he hears trikova ...even if her voice sounds distorted, coming at him from all sides though he can feel her presence on one side of him. he shudders at her first words, a low growl of contentment rumbling in his throat. he is her's in and and every way that she and the unnamed god demanded of him.

his heart stutters out an even rhythm at the kiss he feels placed upon his brow; a touch that feels more heightened to ingram because of the adrenaline and hallucinogen already coursing through his veins.

fragheda. killer of commanders. though this comes as no surprise to him. they'd been whispering it to him in his dreams since he'd committed matricide. he is unfazed. it might've been a slight of his ancestors but he bore it with pride. maybe praimfaya was a better commander than she was a mother — ingram didn't know and hadn't cared.

wanlida. bringer of death. he'd uttered it once to the bear — no the face of the god — but there was something else with that title. something about it that fit into a piece of his soul; a rightfulness that he cannot explain. like it had belonged to him in another life perhaps, despite that that this is the only life he knows. but it wasn't uncommon for the belief that spirits of the commander(s) were reborn it was possible, he manages to think even if the thoughts are jumbled and incoherent and do not connect with a conciseness that they normally would.

wankepa. for him, he decides. keeper of death. his ancestors do not speak to him anymore than those three titles; flitting about like bodiless will o' wisps; their ghostly gazes boring into his soul, betraying nothing but what he perceives them to show.