The Whispering Dead

Jeria Warstalker would do anything to hear his wife's voice again. There is nothing else that matters to him. Not his Grandchildren. Not his Daughter. The entirety of Rals can Burn for all he cares, just so long as he could be with her. To feel her hand on his face just one more time. He should be with her now. He was struck down in battle and passed on after languishing in his bed. Their souls reunited in death. Jeria is not in the afterlife, but in a place 'outside the view of Gods,' where Elandra is not only absent but trapped on Rals. Jeria has to get to her. He has to save Elandra. What is standing in his way? Rebels and Darkscales seeking vengeance for the death of their Lord. An Army of Undead Nightmares from the depraved imagination of a Necromancer. And the Master of the Pantheon of Darkness, The Black Lord, Magus of Plague