Tiaden Starwhisper

A melodist of the night who strums the secrets of the cosmos.

"Tell me, Master Starwhisper, why I shouldn't kill you, for spying on my affairs here." Deathrose Pot-pourri, chosen of the Lover clad in the raiment of tears's voice was acid. "Death is so final, and worth so much less than good conversation. I can't imagine these poor dead have any..." Miribadi glared at Deathrose, who'd let out a chuckle. Deathrose went back to considering her options, she was surrounded by undead sworn to her liege, the Chivalry of Death didn't bind them as they did her, and she spoke for the Lover in all things, in these lands. With her was Miribadi, a Spectre, Fruckles Tipperary,a Nephrack, Souljin-who-climbed-Ksundang, a Nemissary, Tithe-of-blood, a Deathprior and Sibyllon-wrath-of-the-scabbard, a War Ghost. "Attend!" she barked at them, not an ounce of respect, just the total expecation of obedience. "Cover the ritual area in Fae Blood and prepare to depart!" Soon the five ghosts were writhing in pain, as she poured the Lover's hatred of all soft feelings into her ghosts, wracking them for their past mistakes, their past weaknesses, memories as cutting as a blade running through their minds, they'd need days to heal... The bard had fallen silent, having had no purchase on the strange Exalt, it had to be an exalt, no mere mortal had resisted his wiles before...
— Dreamflower's recollections of the spell cast in Miribadi's Antiquities, before the principals left.

"Where did the criminal go?"

"South-by-south-west, 5050 miles."

A nearby map consulted provided that this likely led to the city of Kamthahar, capital of the Empire of Prasad.

— Dreamflower's casting of Meditations in Rivalry, following the previous, corrected.

Repatriator of Souls, visiting Anavi's island, and Anavi himself, in that time, was reviewing the latter's demon-infused warriors' drill and exact precision, even as they glowed green like the Green Sun of Hell, under the yellow sun of creation. The teleportation was of such power, the nearby Dragon Lines, concentrated upon the island, flickered, and were noticed, driving Anavi and RoS to investigation, as such was not common, and usually a portent of great deeds or disaster.
— Notes from Anavi and Repatriator of Soul to the Burning Scale.