As the storm rises out of the abyss a mournful hymn to Pharasma rises with him, blending with the occasional militant strains of Gorumite chant. Haunting Melody 60 ft spread DC 14 will save or facinated, affects undead and living
A voice sounds from nowhere, speaking in Celestial.
"However in no way does this comprise advice on any moral decision to be made in this regard."
Nosoi's voice calls out musically and quietly
"Seriously?" Nosoi seems intensely focused on Ashe "You don't know if she thinks of you. The timing is bad?" she shakes her head
"Pet?" asks the young lady incredulously "I am a Psychopomp of Pharasma. A ferrymen of souls. When you die, Mr Graxer, a Pyschopomp will take your soul to Pharasma's hall, where other Psychopomps will judge where to send your soul. We're hardly pets." sorry guys, Nosoi usually accompanies Ebon during crafting, but most of the time stays invisible The Nosoi smiles at Asherick
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