Lore / Defenders of Her Visage

There almost nothing is known of Her Gorgeousness south of the Necklace Sea. No Feetic ship can disembark on its beaches, and no Tumish Sky fleet can withstand the unnatural winds. It is the land forbidden to the rest of Meority as much as to the Jealous Beastiary who steer clear from its shores in fear.

It is Her Visage, and it seems we are not yet worthy to witness it. Only the Aspects traverse the border freely, while any other being will confront those who patrol them. Umbral Horrors and Heretics are butchered like the insects, and their bodies turned to dust. But those children faithful to Meora will face lone figures in a white skull-shaped mask without left eyes. They will order you to leave and never return, or face the consequences. They warn you only once, and that warning is forever – never dare to come back ever again, be that a year, a decade or century – you will be remembered, and your bones will become ash.

They do not speak to us, nor leave their homeland. Only through the Aspect of Prudence we know the geography of this land. Whoever these people are, we call them the Defenders of her Visage. They are feared, but also revered. One old story is that a barbarian clan decided to conquer these unknown lands. Led by a fearsome chieftain, their foremost warriors were the ferocious Engifted, dreaded by many south of the Meora Mountains. Yet, they were all slain by a figure who emerged from the blizzard. Only the servants were unharmed and survived to tell the tale, for they fled when the chieftain and her warriors were no more.

Many generations later the Bosomian Platinum Generals came to witness the truth for themselves. They felt the terror crawling down their spine before a blizzard arose and a figure emerged, commanding them to leave and never return – which they did. So much so they abdicated their duty as Platinum Generals and left the Kingdom of Bosom forever. Of the soldiers present that day, none remembered who that figure was, but all remembered its mask – a memory that continued to terrify them as they spoke.

These masks inspire equal terror and admiration among the Knights of Creation and Herquisition, to such an extend that it became a symbol of worship – Her Deathly Visage. But it is doubted that even an army of the mightiest Knight of Creation will be on par with the Defenders of Her Visage.

In the end, only a few dare to enter the land of Her Visage these days, and none of them are sane.