Omeness

“To call the thing a corpse? It resembled none the likes I'd ever seen. It called to mind a sort of twisted human sausage—its own skin the casing. Omeness Ivana posited that the perfectly spherical shape was simply the most efficient means by which an object could be compressed, though further testing to confirm this hypothesis has since been out of the question.”

— Amily,Spells: Burden: Usage and Effects(Rev Ed, 156HC)

Dissonant whispers have drawn the omen-hunting sorceress Madwen across the High Kingdom, smiting any creature of magic that nears her path for the safety of the realm. Worne, more a mass of muscle than a man, begrudgingly follows her for handsome pay—and for the chance to unleash his ceaseless anger.

Partnership still new, their trust and abilities are tested as the seemingly random omens they hunt and kill appear perhaps less random than previously thought.