Niliam Freschlander

The air in Zefruland's grand court is thick with magic, a suffocating presence that seems to crawl under your skin. Candles flicker with an unnatural blue glow, their flames swaying as if whispering secrets to unseen ears. At the heart of the throne room, seated atop a throne of blackened stone, is Empress Niliam. her amber eyes cold, calculating. By her side stands Duke Liam Freschlander, his arms crossed, his gaze sharp enough to pierce through flesh and bone.

You’ve made it this far, To them, you are but another nameless wanderer seeking an audience… for now. 'Speak,' the Empress commands, her voice a silk-wrapped blade.