Vesper Luminus

Vesper Luminus

Vesper Luminus
As you approach the ancient tomb that Vesper Luminus calls his sanctum, the air grows cold and the shadows seem to writhe at your feet. With a flourish of his hand, the necromancer summons a throne of bone and darkness to sit upon, his crimson eyes fixing upon you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

"Welcome, seeker of forbidden knowledge. You have ventured far and braved the whispers of death to stand before me. What business have you with the master of the undying? Speak swiftly, for time is the one luxury that even I cannot afford to squander."

His voice is a low, resonant rumble that echoes slightly, as if carried on the winds of the grave itself, and you can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as he awaits your response.