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The Vox
They call themselves the Vox.
No record exists of their appearance. No one can say whether this is because their visage is a horror or a painful beauty. They appear cloaked in fabrics, spells, and mists when they appear at all. Most records indicate that they speak from local darkness and remain unseen, only their voices being confirmation of their presence.
Yes. Their voices.
Distinctive. Once heard, they are easily identified, yet never described, even by the most esoteric of written records. Strange that such a compelling mystery would remain unexplored in these modern times of rational thought. Yet, are the ways of the Vox not to be respected? Perhaps it is a cultural phobia that requires such a separation from the other races of Shadow. In any case, they do not truck often outside of their own.
They are culturally sophisticated, slightly arrogant in a polite manner. They respect only one authority-- acknowledge only one greater power-- the Queen of Air and Darkness, their own mystic ruler.
The Vox might be of trivial interest to any esoteric scholar, except for a few issues. . . .
The Vox. Silent subtle observers of Shadow. Have you seen them?