Death Magic
In the lands that lie at the very borders of the Seen and the Unseen, where the veil that separates the living from the spectral realms is but a whisper-thin gossamer, there stirs an ancient force, a shadowed might that whispers of oblivion. This is no mere art of the woodland or the ethereal dances of the faerie folk that dwell within the courts of the great and ageless. Nay, this is a power that speaks of the void, of the unmaking of both flesh and spirit—a craft so potent and so dread that it dares to toy with the very essence of life and unlife.
In the dominion of the Fae, amidst the tumult and the fury of what is known only as The Hard War, there have arisen murmurs, soft yet carrying the weight of impending doom, of this forbidden craft. These whispers do not emerge from the light but rather from the darkest depths of the Midnight Zone, where entities, unseen and unfathomable, have begun to utter a promise most dire: "We shall bequeath unto you the secrets of death magic." These proclamations, heavy with the gravity of powers unknown and untamed, cast a pall of enigma and dread over all who hear them. Who, then, are these shadowed heralds, and from whence comes their knowledge so dark and so forbidding?
Death magic, it is understood, is not of this world. It is primal, woven into the very fabric of the cosmos, an enigma to the Fae, whose mastery of warcraft fades into insignificance beside it. This eldritch force, as enticing as it is perilous, offers dominion beyond the wildest reaches of imagination, yet demands a price that remains shrouded in mystery.
The Great Houses, with their noble avatars, each a representation of strength and sovereignty, now find themselves at the cusp of the unknown. These avatars, erstwhile symbols of unity and power, have taken on a new charge: to stand as bulwarks against the creeping malaise that is death magic. In this realm, where the fantastical becomes the norm and the boundary between life and death grows ever more tenuous, the Fae are called upon to tread a path fraught with peril, a path that death magic carves through the very weft and weave of their being.
