Reasserted Ideals

Totema was very much a strange land, esoteric tomes floated about the realm, words wrote themselves in the sky, and inky seas created islands of pages. Halls were formed by books and shelves in random spots, and strange pedestals held mysterious black tomes that were rarely ever opened. In the black sea stood a tall spire of books and pages, leading up to the top was a black tome itself; it was here a few days ago that Seya had met Veda and crafted a deal, one that Seya would hold up to.

A portal formed, revealing Seya walking atop the spire alongside a small bodied ghost and an ebony haired woman wearing a purple coat. Oh to say that this group appeared to be not the amiable type was completely correct. One was a witch who had lost her body and was immortal, but an emissary of the Absolute Misery, the other was of a woman or royal heritage who held some close ideals with the witch herself. These two were known simply as Kerava and Maven, two Nazlar people of Thyria who desired to revive Misery.

"Why are we here and what is the point of this?" Kerava questioned, anger laced in her ghostly voice.