Synopsis: Darishan

When the dead appeared in the harbor of Eduir, the city went into a panic. Everyone knew the dead of Alduan were tireless enemies of the living, seeking only to expand their borders and add to their numbers. But the dead remained in their boat, harming no-one, claiming to come in peace, seeking permission to berth and send a diplomatic party to the far-off city of Verdoon.

Eram the Liar, warlock by trade, rake by inclination, troublemaker by force of habit, wasn't aware of any of this. He'd been drinking the night before.

When the wizards from Cepir appeared in the harbor of Eduir, the city went into a panic. Ten years ago the armies of Cepir descended on the coast of Darish, occupying Eduir and the surrounding country until the Warlocks had driven the armies back across the ocean. Everyone was certain Cepir had plans to invade again. But the wizards remained in a small fishing-hut on the outskirts of the city, harming no-one, claiming to come in peace. They were also on a diplomatic mission to the far-off city of Verdoon.

Eram the Liar, warlock by trade, rake by inclination, troublemaker by force of habit, wasn't aware of any of this. But he did come within an inch of losing his life when he stumbled across them -- he was a warlock, after all, and the wizards of Cepir believe that warlocks have no souls.

When the god of death appeared in a graveyard on the outskirts of Eduir, the city didn't notice. He arrived quietly, observing all that was occuring, and when he made a decision -- a decision that would affect the living and the dead alike -- he chose a mortal to act in his stead.

Eram the Liar, warlock by trade, rake by inclination, troublemaker by force of habit, was painfully aware of this. He was in the wrong place, at the wrong time, and became, in more ways than one, a marked man.

That was the first day. The rest of the week would get significantly worse.