Death. Life's end, and the seedbed from which new beginnings will one day blossom. It is an unremitting, uncompromising force that is all but inescapable, presided over by those the mortal races refer to as 'The Mirthless Hunters'.
A gentle melody upon a sea breeze, a soothing current wending through the river, a cleansing surge restoring that which once was, a bearer of insight found in distant dreams, and a terrible flood drowning the wicked and corrupt. Such describes Nymia well.