V'hiled

There are many conflicting accounts of this myth, though the most widely accepted among them is by the modern goblins who know the history of the Ancient Forest. The goblins hold that the fog that clings to the canopy of the Ancient wood is sentient, this fog only appears in the cool night air and sings to them. The sound of wind through the branches, the whisper of leaves, the creak of the trucks is the voice by which they listen. Though, any goblin listening hard enough will hear what is known as "the song", unanimously described as a soft female voice.   The goblins often describe it as friendly, motherly even. As in nearly every instance that a child is lost in the woods, the fog both obscures the child from danger, silencing the movements and cries from outside ears. As well as guiding the clan to them, leaving an open path straight to their child. Whatever lives in that fog, appears to be aiding the goblins in this particular time of need.

Azorez "Twin Souls" Alverez met a being claiming to be the V'heild in the ruins of Skjalich. Ruins far older than even the Ancient forest, has long been plagued with shadows and ghosts, horrors and nightmares, as well as home to the Necropolis. This being was wise beyond it's limits, fully aware of the of the world around it, as well as knowing Azorez and why she came there. Apparently this being having convinced the Aldermen of the Ruins to send for the Necromancer to begin with.   This being was a corpse woman, a long dead goblin-like creature that still felt alive.   The Elsewhere has an interest in this being as well. Though, they are wrong about this entity being a Vestige. The Wayfare Guild identified this creature centuries ago and placed it in the list of these Shadow Touched Children. They were however very wrong, monumentally wrong. The V'heild is something they have been hunting for, for very different reasons.   For you see darlings, the forest is a graveyard. The home of the goblins, sit upon a brood of skulls. The Ruins that dot the forest are a familiar thing indeed. Foreign to the modern life that calls this place home, familiar to the original denizens of the this place; to those living in the now Elsewhere. Old maps would have placed a Citadel where the forest now rests. One of great power, one of unimaginable significance.   For this brood of skulls, this graveyard of ashy soil, this tomb encased in pyroclastic glass, is the corpse of a goddess. Her body lays far below the caves the goblins call home, unbeknownst to them, this Great Mother his buried with her children, and her children's children, and their children's children. Vilorlith never left, still watching over her children, over the goblins. Vilorlith unable to speak, unable to commune, unable to be seen or heard with that gash in her throat left by Bhal, can only shift through the fog...