Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

Liliana stumbled as they stepped through the portal and onto Shandalar. Lush trees encircled them, soft loam cradled their feet, the pungent smell of rotting humus sank deep into their noses. The air was sweltering and sticky, though Liliana took no more notice of that than she did in Baltimore. Perhaps there was sound—the call of birds startled by her arrival, the tromp of a baloth in the distance - but as soon as she stepped through, all of her senses were bound up by the cacophony of the Veil.

"...nurtured the root...strong enough...the vessel..."

Different voices rose and fell over each other in a constant susurrus that gnawed at the edges of her mind. Usually, it was worst right after she used magic; the rest of the time she could ignore them or drown them out with her own thoughts. But with her first step onto Shandalar, the rules had apparently changed. If she'd known it was going to be like this, she might not have been so impatient during the two month delay on their portal.

"Pipe down, boys," she said aloud, leaning against a tree to steady herself and barely aware she was speaking aloud.

"...hallowed earth...the void's first breath..."

"I said shut up!"

Silence. The voices stopped. If birds had been calling, they quieted at the sound of her outburst.

"Don't talk to me about the void," she snapped. "Now where in this cursed world am I?"

( Root. Vessel. Veil. )

[Adapted, torn apart, and stitched together from The Veil of Deceit, written by James Wyatt and preplayed with the amazingly talented chef_chocobro. Followed by this.]