The Bells Toll

[voyd]

Word quickly spreads upon Meranthe.

Of the death of the rising Tal, Villaus.

The Aphrosian military successful in their strike upon Perdition. The approach of a golden era cut short by the efforts of Hadrian Dominic and Solomon Equisol. The death of many lie in the wake of such a battle, many Undead strungle in an effort to re-tether their consciousness to this realm, students of the Tal mostly fleeing in the further pursuit of reconsile, anonymity.  

A terrible day for rain.

Still in his final moments, to those who paid enough attention, the Tal died with a cheeky smile upon his countenance. A smile, for he knew that he was only a pebble which would demand the rippling effect for his cause. His students still lurking about, his teachings and will still demanding to be known. Villaus Tal was only the beginning, the sight of a glimmer of hope for those who seek to rise above death and life itself. He had come so far, so close to truly understanding what it meant to be alive. In his pursuit however he did learn many things, most importantly that of an unbound loyalty the likes of which mortality without these arts could never fathom. His decrees were always known. The will of the Tal would live on, he'd certainly seen to that. His efforts paving the path to establish a foothold for any who would dare practice this taboo art. Some reconsile, and a small army would remain for any who would pursue the mantle of Tal in his absence.

This was far from over.