|Associates:||Carnovasch, Amiss, Penelope|
She has cat-slitted amber eyes, cropped amber hair, and copper skin.
She is in her prime for a Human.
She is wearing a worn hooded cloak, a worn satchel, some leather hunts inscribed with fluid silver runes that shimmer as if being constantly woven and rewoven, a mirror wraith talon, some form-fitting leather breeches and a black velvet sash trimmed with jingling silver bells.
Very old figure in the Moon Mage guild. Her brother, Andraethu, wanted to kill her for personal reasons. First and last guildmistress of Leth Deriel. Member of Fortune's Path. Very old (older than Lasarhhtha). Her mentor was Carnovasch.
Friend of Penelope and Amiss. Amiss was one of her first and best students from the short-lived Leth guildhall. When Penelope was killed by Kellior, Demosel avenged her and relayed the news to the Moon Mage Council.
Demosel developed spidersilk and has made lots of money from her various merchant activities.
Soft grey mist fills the air and you find yourself facing an ancient human, her cropped hair whited by age but her cat-slitted eyes remain alert.
Addressing the mist she says, "I have no fear of you, but I am tired. Do what you've come to do, it is my time. On that we agree." As if in afterthought she adds, "And give her my regards."
The mists ignite and as the woman slumps lifelessly.
- Demosel's fate has unravelled.
It has been 413 years, 161 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer. (Aug 01, 11:53 PM EST)