Sacrament for the Dead

[Laemor]

It comes, in the midst of night... Messages to those of influence and power. But one notably lengthened to the man who called for the hunt.



To the village of Nysea, left on the front gate. A man awaited. Shaking and shivering in fear. Anyone of importance that arrived was requested the contents of a fairly small box be given to. King Alexander rei Petrakis. Inside reveals a tongue, moving wildly. Cursed with the mark of Hel'Heim that fueled its eerie life.

"I took her tongue, because she spoke of, everything... She knew nothing about."

     

A letter and box. No larger than the palm of ones hand. Sent directly to; King Basil. Should it make it to them? The contents within are as. A pair of eyes. Gleaming with the familiar color of. Eurydice Hargrave Grimmores. At the center of both pupils, a symbol of Hel'Heim performed the curse. Breathing life into the departed. They too, looked around wildly.

"I took her eyes... Because she could not, see."

     

Lastly, to the High Lord Finley Ghede. A sizable box, stamped with the Sigil of Hel'Heim. Such dark magics grossly covered the object and it's only after they opened it. That they found the heart of. Eurydice Hargrave Grimmore, oozing out occultism from each of the veins. Pumping as though living. Cursed to continue on. Accompanied... With their pointed ears?

"I took her heart... Because she felt. Nothing. And refused to listen... To the inevitable."
 
Scrolling down the letter, it continued.

Dear Finley Ghede,

I sincerely hope you and your companions enjoyed the gift I've sent you all... I once heard you were both. Powerful & Wise. Yet you foolishly express your desires for a demon hunt. It's because of that? My brethren, Muuluminer had not only been slain in combat, but chopped to pieces and sold. Worry not, for i'm not as much as a savage as you may believe me to be. Unlike the many, I originally sought after your mind, rather than your life... But life is fickle and the nature of man can no longer go ignored. Know, you'll receive no corpse. And your supposed, sister? Will serve as fuel for my kindred. I propose a deal... A simple one, enough that allows your human intelligence to properly understand. I challenge you, Finley Ghede... Merely respond with your hearts wrath, shout my name and I shall come... Much like the other rulers... I'll see you soon and there will be no faces to witness your fall... No hearts to morn, while watching you stand your last fight. You've a fatal flaw, like all men and woman.

You must sleep...

Sincerely, Xirgoth...

Informal challenge declared to those who were sent a letter. Or others who might've caught wind through rumor...???? 

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[Tattles]

Eurydice Hargrave's heart is put out of its beating misery within the Vale where her spirit is laid free.
The forests mourn her death as they have done before whenever Myllenoris has lost one of its beloved.

A single reply is given to the shaking man and he is bid back to the sender:

"No.

The parasite does not make demands of its host.

It is purged and expelled as refuse in the mud."

(Finn Ghede)

[BabyFatJesus]

Those who enter the Vale can hear a melancholic dirge, one of grief and emotional anguish.
The Lady-Consort of Myllenoris was seen entering the Vale just before the dirge was reported being audible.
She has not been seen coming out of the Vale, the mournful elegy continues.

Those who wish to find her will have a hard time of it, unless they follow the sounds of the crying woman upon the wind.