#illaria

Illaria, discovered how to paint and proceeded to immediatly discover how to bring them to life.

Which would be fun if she wasn't painting this:

“Lower your voice,” Nymstryx cut in sharply. “The whole clan will hear you that way. That’s the last thing we need.” Brigade gave a sigh, squeezing her eyes shut and then back open again in a slump of defeat. “Pehir and Pandanharr have enough bees in their brain they won’t just take his position away. We have to get him-...wait.” A wicked grin split Brigade’s face, and they rose back up again, slowly. “Denora. We could ask Denora. She ought to know...” Nymstryx raised an eyebrow, but her expression didn’t change.

UKRAINE (Ukrainian)

In a song whose title translates as ‘Witch’, Illaria sings of being a woman enchanting and lying to her lover. There’s the metaphor of her being a spider tangling her helpless lover into a web, leading them away into a field and making them forget. The song ends with her asking her former lover to remember her, and all her lies.

Illaria tries to resume her necromancy practice; a certain paladin gets in the way.

This was supposed to be a simple ritual, one that she could perform without adverse effects on her health or drawing the attention of her less permissive peers. The perfect way to resume her necromancy practice.

She’d found a nice clearing not far from the Temple, but far enough that she didn’t need to worry about intrusion. The altar had been set up, the skull sitting carefully atop of it. Its emerald eyes gleamed in the midday sunlight.

All that was left to do was to energise the skull. She didn’t need to worry about a rejected summoning. The skull belonged to a friend of Caoimhe, a necromancer who had chosen to spend his afterlife this way so that he might continue to mentor future generations.

Having recently learned that Song's birthday is approaching, Mi gathers help as they try to plan the best possible birthday for their beloved sister.