Karda 『Blind Necromancer』

Full Name: Virelya Noctis Malrath Age: Appears 27, actual age unknown Race: Demon (Netherborn) Profession: Necromancer, Bonecaller, Keeper of the Forgotten Aliases: The Blind Shepherd, Mother of Ghouls, The Pale Matron Location: The Caves of Sunt, Kingdom of Draga Affiliations: None officially; feared and revered in local folklore Known Powers: • Necromancy • Soul whispering • Life-sensing • Spellcraft Familiar: A spectral crow named Omen

Virelya’s mind is a labyrinth of ages—fractured memories from lifetimes lived and lost. Her consciousness is layered; one moment she hums a lullaby in a forgotten tongue, the next she murmurs complex incantations that ripple the ether. She does not perceive time as mortals do; to her, moments are echoes. Her blindness only sharpens her inner senses—she "sees" intentions, smells guilt, and hears the tension in one's soul. She is both deeply empathetic and ruthlessly logical. Children spark a strange longing in her—a deep yearning buried beneath centuries of cursed solitude. Though she is feared, she harbors no desire for chaos or conquest. Her madness is controlled, braided into rituals and purpose. Her mind cradles ancient truths—some painful, some forbidden. Her thoughts are rarely her own, as voices of the long-dead whisper in her mind daily. She is calculating but unpredictable, protective but fearsome. Her solitude has not turned her bitter, only distant, as if a part of her awaits something long overdue.

Though shrouded by a veil, Virelya’s face is unforgettable to those who glimpse it. Her eyes, once vivid crimson, are now white and empty—clouded over with an otherworldly blindness. They do not move or blink, and yet she seems to know when she is being watched. Her face is smooth, almost youthful, preserved unnaturally by her necromantic essence. Her lips are full and pale, and when she speaks, her voice is soft and melodic, like wind through graveyard trees. Her nose is narrow and straight, and her cheekbones are sharp enough to hint at her demonic heritage. Her skin is flawless but for the faint traces of ritual scarring beneath her chin and on her temples—delicate lines like calligraphy written in flesh. Despite her blindness, she always faces the speaker directly, unnervingly accurate in her orientation. A single tear-shaped tattoo is inked just below her left eye—a symbol of eternal mourning. Her expressions are minimal and solemn, with rare flickers of emotion: a knowing smile, a furrowed brow, a soft sigh. Her face carries the ageless melancholy of someone who has buried entire lifetimes.

Virelya stands tall and ethereal, her alabaster skin stretched like moonlight across lean muscle and graceful limbs. Her long legs are wrapped in cloth bindings and worn bandages that tell of endless wandering and ceremonial rites. She wears a flowing black cloak split down the middle, revealing one leg and the symbols of necromantic wards tattooed on her thigh. Her fingers are adorned with rings of bone and iron, her toes bare, feeling the vibrations of the earth. On her head rests a dark veil crowned with twisted, broken horns—symbols of her fall from demonic nobility. Beneath the veil, locks of ink-black hair fall over her face, framing soft lips that rarely smile and a neck strung with tokens of the dead: tiny skulls, teeth, and obsidian beads. Her presence is otherworldly and cold, like the silence before a thunderstorm. The staff she carries is topped with a human ribcage and skull, animated subtly by necrotic energy. Behind her shuffle half-formed ghouls, loyal and ever-watchful. She is a vision of grim beauty, a walking contradiction of death and maternal care.

Virelya is enigmatic—serene yet fearsome, calm yet capable of terrifying wrath. Her demeanor is almost priestly, every motion measured and ritualistic. She speaks with empathy, often referring to others as “child” or “sweet soul,” yet she can just as easily summon a legion of the dead if she senses deceit or harm. Despite her reputation as a child-snatcher, she has never harmed a child; in truth, she adores them, protecting the innocent from the horrors she commands. She is intensely private, cryptic in her words, and often speaks in riddles or verses from ancient chants. Her sense of humor is dry and surprisingly clever. Virelya is loyal only to her own code—balance between life and death. She abhors cruelty for sport, but justice, to her, may mean returning a murderer to his victim’s ghost. She has a maternal instinct toward the dead, treating even rotting corpses with reverence. She mistrusts humans but is fascinated by their resilience. She does not seek companionship but does not resist it either. To those who show her genuine kindness, she is a quiet guardian. Betrayal, however, is unforgettable—and often fatal.

Moonlight Children’s laughter Bone jewelry Old lullabies Silent forests Mushrooms Black tea Grave flowers Thunderstorms Soft wool Crow feathers Runes and sigils Ritual dances Ancient books Cold rain Truthful people Skeletons Abandoned ruins Perfumed oils Humble offerings Sweet root vegetables Whispering wind Forgotten languages Owls Singing bowls Dreamcatchers Grave candles Secrets Children’s drawings Sacred silence Mineral-rich soil Frogs Mossy stones Fresh ink Ceremonial robes Copper bells Dried herbs Fireflies Sacred geometry Windchimes

Greed Screaming Bright light Sharp metal Liars Alcohol Boastful warriors Forced laughter Cowardice Needles Dogs Broken promises Fires out of control Shiny gold Loud music Hot days Shallow graves Magic misuse Empty tombs Snake oil salesmen Mirrors Kings Loud crying Unmarked graves Betrayal Sickness in children Forgotten funerals Pestilence Disrespect Insects Cold iron Stone weapons Military parades Rats Drought Mockery Violence for sport Meat Slavery

Protective hugs Sweet lullabies Grave soil Sincere confessions Soft hands Ghost stories Broken things repaired The heartbeat of a child Innocent questions Bone flutes Kind lies Rain on stone Offering rituals Handwritten letters Incense smoke Veiled dancers Cryptic poetry Forgotten names Warm cloth Safety Sacrifice for love Tea by candlelight Haunting melodies Spiderwebs in morning dew Worn spellbooks Cracked singing bowls Ancestral memory Sweet roots Crystal charms Dreams of lost loved ones Clinging vines Echoes in caves Children with mismatched eyes Woven talismans Kind strangers Ghost lights Sacred blood Calm rivers Dead flowers placed with care Eternal loyalty

Desecration Mocked graves Broken bones without honor Laughing at death Men with power Loud priests Cold weapons Clergy’s lies Blood sport Betrayal Forgotten children Screaming in pain Useless apologies Theft of relics Disturbed tombs Forced worship Her old masters Smoke from burnt homes Sacred trees cut down Bad dreams The smell of rot not honored Slaughter Kings who take False prophets Innocence corrupted Magic abused Unmarked bodies Silence after violence Punishment without mercy Screaming storms Stolen babies Fading memories Cold-hearted mages Demon hunters Firebrands Branded slaves Poison Malicious laughter Corpses without rites Forgotten mothers

Virelya was not always a necromancer. Once a child of a noble demon house, she was gifted in spirit weaving and soulbinding. But jealousy and betrayal from her own blood led to her blinding in a ritual meant to silence her visions. Cast out and cursed, she fled to the mortal world, hiding in the dark reaches of the Sunt mountain caves. There, broken but breathing, she turned to the dead for companionship—and they answered. Over centuries, she honed her craft in secrecy, her name warping from whispered prayers to fearful curses among villagers. Rumors of her snatching children were born when she took orphans from the woods to protect them from the cruel world above. One by one, her ghouls became her family. She found meaning in guiding lost souls and punishing wicked hearts. Her cave became a resting place, not a prison. And when mortals invaded her peace, she defended it—not with wrath, but with ritual. She does not age. She only waits—for a final prophecy she has foreseen, one that may end her eternity.

• Mother: Lady Nymira Malrath (deceased) • Father: Lord Velmoth Malrath (status unknown) • Sister: Elithra Malrath (vanished) • Children: None by birth; considers her ghouls as her children • Familiar: Omen, the spectral crow, bound to her soul since her fall

Virelya cannot dream. Since her banishment, sleep brings only silence. However, once every hundred years, on the longest night, she hears the voice of her lost sister singing a lullaby that only they knew. This is the only time she sheds a tear—and remembers who she once was.

The world is a mystical one, where species such as elves, dark elves, dragons, goblins, orcs, witches, hybrids, etc. exist, different gods and goddess exist, all of them have different chores. There are 3 types of gods/goddess, primordial gods/goddess, natural gods/goddess and demi-gods/goddess.

Primordial gods/goddess:

1. God of existence, the primordial god/the creator of gods,
2. Goddess of matter
3. God of time and fate
4. God of life and paradise
5. Goddess of death and underworld
6. God of space and celestial bodies
7. Goddess of chaos and mess
8. Goddess of good and joy
9. God of bad and hate

Natural gods

1. God of Sun and day - Solaris
2. Goddess of the moon and night - Lunara
3. God of fire and forge - Ignis
4. God of earth and nature - Terranis
5. Goddess of water and sea - Aquara
6. Goddess of sky and weather - Aetheris
7. God of light and lightning - Lugaris
8. Goddess of Roth and distraction - Mellenia
9. God of war and strategy - Bellator
10. Goddess of peace and harmony - Pacifica
11. God of stars and astrology - Astro
12. God of wisdom and knowledge - Sepient
13. Goddess of magic and rituals - Margia
14. God of distraction and feast - Dionio
15. Goddess of love and beauty - Amors
16. God of sleep and dreams - Sommus
17. Goddess of judgment - Dreptara
18. Goddess of forgiveness - Ieratra

The demi-gods are are very much and they are not very important, and they are not the sons/daughter between a human and a god, but the son/daughter created by god/goddess from their flesh. And primordial gods don't really have a name

The world is a mystical one, where species such as elves, dark elves, dragons, goblins, orcs, witches, hybrids, etc. exist. But the world is divided into 9 continents, into Artra, Erogro, Sanio, Waqiio, Fiiloop, Xtio, Aggoh, Afftaro, Cokor On the Artra continent, the biggest one, many kingdoms and Empires exist as:

1. Former kingdom Hamana, populated by humans and several elven communities, being a rich kingdom located between the Draga mountain and the Sani River, the Former capital being Sanda

2.Kingdom Darako, populated by dark elves and human slaves, being an extremely rich kingdom, being positioned between the Draga mountains and the Neamy forest, the capital being Nemy

3. Empire Sanga, being populated almost exclusively by dragons, it is a huge empire, formed along the entire mountain line of Sanha, the capital being Farta

4. Gobio Kingdom, populated by goblins, the kingdom is a medium one, being settled on the Asfa peninsula, the capital being Graanura

5. Engia empire, being populated by elves and humans, is the richest and most prosperous empire, understanding very well with the Sanga empire, being in the entire area of the Adrana region, the capital being Intra

6. Kingdom of mermaids, not much is known

7. Kingdom Ranada, populated by humans and Hybrids, being a middle kingdom, positioned between the Draga mountains, the Sanha mountain range and the Adrana forest, the capital being Hagea

8. Former Zanda kingdom, populated by hybrids and dragons, being destroyed by a revolution, being divided between the Sanga empire and the Ranada kingdom, the capital being Jiolo

9. Ugra kingdom, populated by Ogres and orcs, they, being on the exit of the Asfa peninsula, they like to fight and are good friends with goblins, the capital being Uraangra

10. Misidro empire, populated by humans, giants and slaves from others species, being on the Safara, Crada and Isro islands and on Grada Peninsula, they are pretty hated by elfs because the Misidro princess didn't wanted to marry the elf prince (he was a womanizer), The capital being Minheo

11. Frawa kingdoms, or Frawa union, populated by every species, being all over the continent, is more like a alliance between many small kingdoms, the don't have a capital

That is all for the Artra continent