The group's flight through the woods had seemingly gone well. Albedo still pulled at the Miller, the undead man having nearly tripped a few times on roots and other debris that littered their path. She has talked very little for the rest of their journey, the occasional ghoul poking its head around the trees they his behind when they smelled Voraak but left them alone otherwise.
She turned the group towards a gathering of sticks and branches, in a mock arrangement of a door frame that jutted from the earth itself. As they drew near it, a low hum began to emit from the construct with a slight shimmer of pale blue forming in the entirety of the frame.
Both undead passed through the frame without hesitation and Albedo turned to Voraak as she began to speak.
"This cleanses any magic that the master deems unfit. Any spells that can lead others to us, I think he said glam...glamour?" She looked confused at the word, but shook her head. "If it tracks us, or hides what someone looks like, it goes away."
She would watch the man until he passed through the frame, tension evident in her features as her feet shifted to be ready to bolt.
Voraak Tyrethian
She turned the group towards a gathering of sticks and branches, in a mock arrangement of a door frame that jutted from the earth itself. As they drew near it, a low hum began to emit from the construct with a slight shimmer of pale blue forming in the entirety of the frame.
Both undead passed through the frame without hesitation and Albedo turned to Voraak as she began to speak.
"This cleanses any magic that the master deems unfit. Any spells that can lead others to us, I think he said glam...glamour?" She looked confused at the word, but shook her head. "If it tracks us, or hides what someone looks like, it goes away."
She would watch the man until he passed through the frame, tension evident in her features as her feet shifted to be ready to bolt.
Voraak Tyrethian