Bogwhisperer Virellae Duskwither

Slim and agile; prefers soft movement over strength. In peak health, though she fasts frequently during spiritual alignment periods.

• Fur patterns shift subtly under moonlight, appearing to ripple like shadowed water
• Dew often collects in her fur during rituals — seen as a sign of spirit favor

• Signature multitone fur — red, rust, coal-black
• Her silent steps — even apprentices claim they’ve never heard her paws touch ground
• Always wears a woven ring of crimson moss during healing rites

• Remove Curse and Misty Step (1/long rest each)
• Knows greater restoration, and other healing spells.
• Dreammerge — can enter another’s mind to share memories or excise haunting visions
• Spirit Reading — divines omens from bog fog, root patterns, and frog calls
• Ghostbinding — creates spiritual wards to repel or contain incorporeal beings

Carries a satchel woven of reeds and spider-silk, filled with swamp herbs, memory stones, and glowpetal ink.

Virellae was born under a Bloodleaf Moon — a rare event tied to heightened spiritual sensitivity. She was marked early for the healer’s path after calming a cursed fox with only a touch. Her family, the Duskwither line, has long served as memory keepers. Her mother disappeared into the Glowing Bog and never returned — an event that shaped her future visions.

Trained under Bogwhisperer Hollowglen; also undertook dream communion with the last five generations of healers through memory rituals.

Current Bogwhisperer; former herbal apprentice

• Healed an entire apprentice patrol from fogsickness during the Vaporscourge
• Sealed a Riftroot Tear that threatened to awaken a slumbering spirit-crocodile
• Recovered and preserved one of the oldest spirit chants in Mistthorn history

• Failed to save her mentor, Hollowglen, from spectral drowning — still haunted by it
• Her silence during a past prophecy may have led to a warrior’s untimely death

Still dreams of the day she watched her mother fade into the bog, whispering “follow only when called.” She fears being too late — or too early — ever since.

Incredibly observant, deeply intuitive. Listens more than speaks. Highly spiritual, but pragmatic when necessary. Keeps a codex of remembered scents and sounds.

Believes healing includes remembering — wounds untended in the mind will rot. Seeks balance between flesh and fog. Will bend the rules of clan hierarchy when the spirits demand it.

• Will never harvest from the same patch of root twice in a moon
• Never touches a corpse before blessing it
• Refuses to speak a name erased by exile — she honors the memory, not the name

To serve as the Velvetmire’s voice among the living — to preserve memory, prevent spiritual corrosion, and guide Mistthorn through shadows unseen.

• Savvies
• Healing arts
• Dream magic
• Curse work
• Herbalism
• Ineptitudes
• Physical combat
• Humor
• Fast decision-making in panic

Likes: frog song at dusk, fog-thick mornings, reading spirit trails in dew
Dislikes: fire, disrespect of rituals, interruptions during memory rites

Graceful, enigmatic, deeply patient. Inspires awe and reverence from young cats.

Overly cryptic, emotionally closed-off, prone to silence when speech is needed

• Always stirs her herbal brews counterclockwise
• Hums old spirit hymns in her sleep
• Taps her tail rhythmically when deep in thought

Elusive and soft-spoken, yet respected — even feared — by some. She walks through silence like it’s her true home. In times of crisis, her presence is grounding.

• Tilts her head slowly when questioned
• Grooms her left shoulder before every ceremony
• Avoids eye contact when delivering hard truths, instead looking through the mist or into water