"A complete tragedy! Oh people, my friends! Not a single one, not even one, not even half of one! None of the heroes of yore I have visited in their tombs answered my call for help, or worse, they had answered the call from beyond instead!
Argh, is it too much to ask for a hero worthy of their title?!" a certain raving lunatic of a prophet was currently singing his laments inside of a tavern, where he had stopped whilst on his way back to visit the king of Tamaris.
"Can you believe this, heroes entombed in personal graves, their coffins exquisitely carved and frescoes of their supposedly great deeds painted upon the walls, won't even bother to rise from the dead to fight again, absolute bums I am telling you!" by this point, no one was really listening to him any longer.
Except for the person that was sitting across from him, who wasn't really appreciating him going into rants and chants in the middle of a discussion.
"Quideos! Sit back down for goodness sakes, I only agreed to meet up because we used to be good friends, just go to the point, please" it was a fairly young-looking woman, dressed in pristine white robes with hints of a booming green, a golden necklace around her neck depicting a some sort of plant with a face, staring straight ahead right at Quideos.
"Used to?" the madman settled down and suddenly looked very sad.
"I can't believe it, alright, we are still friends, you are just a bit unhinged now, don't get depressed and explain" she urged him, rubbing both her temples.
"Oh my, thanks Joala, you know, it's a shame we don't speak more often, you are like the sister I never had, which is to say a lot because I never had much familial bonds, despite my best efforts to connect with parents-" he fiddled with his fingers.
"Quideos"
"So, a veritable army of the dead is set to rise in the near future? Far future? You can't tell? But the problem is that few are willing to believe in that, otherwise, we might be able to rally and unite against the only great undead we know the location of..."
"Gravelord" corrected Quideos.
"That is a term that hasn't been used since forever, I only ever saw it in decrepit old books and archives, times so far back it might as well be fiction as no one can truly attest to them, but if the impaler is one of those 'gravelords', then don't you think it would be beneficial if we struck him down before everything starts going poorly?" Joala shook her head, knowing that there was already a reason why no one had bothered even attempting to dislodge the impaler despite him encroaching on the territory of multiple kingdoms.
It simply wasn't worth it, and it wasn't going to be Quideos's vision, or Joala's word that would change anything about it.
"If I must be completely transparent, I don't believe it can be prevented, so if anything, I would want you to make sure the greatest forces of lifekind don't get taken out, with your status, I am certain that you could do it, somehow..."
"Gather and maintain our best assets for what is to come huh?" the archbishop stood up from her seat, ready to go back to her church and begin the preparations.
"Joala? It was pretty nice seeing you again, by the way, can I come by the church?"
"Of course you can Quideos, no one is going to stop you, it was good seeing you as well, you seem to have gotten better since your last mad ramblings, be careful" she bid her goodbyes to him.
"Oh, if only convincing the king of Starkefolten was as easy as that..." he complained in a low tone, reinforcing the security of Bourgliotte would certainly be much simpler if the big man in charge of the country was willing to hear him out.