From beyond through veils sublime
Pass ghostly, o umbral shine
Illuminate in shadow, fade colors, so fallow
Dark dreaming does bidding thine
Is it liberation or conquest? Humane thought or wanton deicide?
A malicious ploy to make the divine starve?
Should you wish to pluck a rose, or to caress it, beware its thorns, its dangerous beauty.
Two young nobles, enmity between their families. Where have we seen this before?
Everyone hungers ... and must be fed. But what if the tastes suddenly change?
A land is reigned by a circle of powerful men who control every aspect of the citizen's life. This cabal changes members often. In reality, the spectres of a small necromantic covent possess and control the people in power. Since they simply possess the bodies, they can leave when old age overcomes their shells and possess a new up-and-coming noble.