A Message to Sheol

[Shanal]

Past the beaches and into the shadowy forests that surround the lands of Sheol, an eerie and unsettling sight could be noted. Numerous pikes stand tall, firmly planted in the grounds underneath for all to see. And upon one of them, impaled, rested the severed head of a single individual; the scarlet ichor of their lifeforce trickling down the pole, staining the wooden stature in vivid tinges of crimson.

The face may strike a chord of recognition for the Witches and their allies; known to some as Deskari when concealed behind a mask, but to most- the Drakanite was simply known as Nerevar.

There are no other remnants of his body, no corpse left behind barring that head. Yet, the display remained, its purpose clear; it was a message, a warning, and a threat to those who shared allegiance with the Occultist. To the corrupted ones whom he called his family.

The routine patrols and foot soldiers of Sheol might've spotted a certain man as the one responsible for the act; a mage with hair as golden as the glow of holy ether that encased him, coupled with the crackles of lightning that would descend upon them, slaughtering most and leaving them with similar fates, while letting a handful retreat to their masters with a single name and affiliation to report:

Eivor of Aegis.

[PastaTM]

"Eivor, you dare to bring the death of one of my closest friends? You dare to think you have commited something that humanity could consider good? You are corrupted, you are a vile tain upon the lifestream.

You are no better than I.

And thus your death will reign in payment for the harm you have caused towards my family.

You took one of our own.

Now?

The Palecrest Family shall hunt you, your family, your wife, your children, and everything you hold dear until I have felt this pain in my heart fade away.

Run Eivor.

Because I'm going to kill you."

-Tentoria Palecrest

Upon the new knowledge of the death, of the one who served the family of the Palecrest name.

The Undead Champion Tentoria has seemingly returned from a slight pause in time, with newfound rage.

Sheol may not answer.

However...

Tentoria has.

[ACuriousGrey]

Indeed, there was not a single official statement from Sheol proper save for the outcry of one undead.
However, that was not to say that nothing was done in response...

Every night for two weeks straight, Eivor finds himself assaulted with nightmares. A familiar voice echoes within his mind, a familiar scene of helplessness from long ago replaying in his dream on repeat.

"You've caught my attention, boy.

Make sure not to bore me,

Because my brother won't be able to save you if you do."

She would be watching him.

[DragonDarklyDreaming]

A raven-masked figure has been seen stalking near Aphros even before this, hunting and scaring the locals. Before, she had always held back, never seeking to kill, so it was said.
That has now changed. Farmers go missing, their bodies found in grotesque positions, always with a raven's feather laid across them.
Nevermore has joined the hunt.

[KaneRage]

 Unintelligible chanting echoes around shadow covered corners.
words begins as the Haze lifts from the mind.
Nightmares begin to grow more intensely for Evior and for reasons completely Separate of Sheol's 
Eranath's spectral gaze now seems to follow him as well. 
Minor nightmares already projecting into his mind until it would eventually convey his message.

"I've taken the Sun away from one you care for Deeply,

 the taste of their Nightmares forever savored.

You will bare my nightmare next.

Come Champion let me devour your dreams as well. 

I have a Cursed Nightmare that would suit you perfectly."

The clamoring of Demonic Laughter echoes endlessly

Evior would continued to be watched for now

Giving Sheol sometime to take revenge,

but soon...

 The Nightmare would continue to feed.