As it turned out, Everen, the Blightmonger was not Named, merely titled. As were all known undead who grasped a Truth. While Raveners were still relatively common, especially those with just a single Domain, those who had reached that great leap higher were so exceedingly rare there was no official name for them as a group. Instead, the Federation assigned each of them a title, and their name if it was known, or a monicker otherwise. Not that those were widely disclosed. Only those with Domain or an extraordinary background could expect access to those lists.“The former Duke of Cyan may well soon be known as the Stolen Prophet,” Wesuvian explained. “Or some such - I personally take no part in the titling. Once he is risen, though, there is no telling how soon that will be. At the very least it is not yet, otherwise the ambush here would not have been so successful.”“Hopefully, he will emerge much diminished,” Elizabeth nodded.“Yes, but there is only so much that oaths and passive prevention can accomplish agains millenia old necromancers. Hence why him being taken without a proper chance to proactively degrade his Soul before death has been cause for so much alarm.”“Yes, indeed,” Elizabeth simply nodded. Unlike Irwyn, it was likely not new information for her. “But may I ask why you and Calm are meeting us like this?”“Ezax had dispatched Calm to discuss certain arrangements after our ambush. As I cannot safely return to my planned schedule without a proper vessel, I can choose to take care of them myself. First of, Magelord Azalat!”“Yes?” The man gingerly stepped forward, all eyes shifting to him.“With my authority as High Inquisitor, I am going to apply censorship over many matters of this event.”“What?” He recoiled, seemingly shocked. His hesitation immediately turned to outrage. “On what grounds?!”“You misused the Rot as means to garner information on a political adversary. (...)