starter for @eivorx.
where: silver lands or black rock, wherever dragon boi is
when: current timeline
note: howdy
Casimir was no Nightingale, but the rumors they filtered throughout the world were most prominently started and sourced in many circles of the Thieves Guild. Casimir had heard of the stain of blight in Southreach before he'd witnessed it with his own eyes, the sick did not entirely outweigh the living, but it would only be a matter of time. HIs cousin, Lirien, wished for them to flee, but Casimir had known that this would all only end in one way, and it would do little good to try and escape the blighted roots of the earth, for inevitably they would all be infested.
He wasted little time for introductions, for he had found that had never been Eivor's style, but Casimir had been grateful to find the prismatic. The Feywilds had become practically overrun with various elvhen traversing through and it was through them, Casimir had learned of the blight within Avalon; a full blown rot rather than the falling of a few leaves. "How many Old Gods are trying to crack through the surface?" It's pondered aloud but Casimir had known of Lusacan through the teachings of the Church of Night, and not all the taint that currently ravaged the world spoke his name. "It cannot be just Lusacan."
Basarab hissed at the very name, circling around the two of them as though she too was disturbed towards facing any solution of how to return these gods back to their infernal and crumbling prisons.