It's a nice day for a... ghost wedding

Ashmedai was dead. Very dead. Dead and gone to the world which he had enjoyed so richly. Yet, there was still more to his story, no, not his story, but his daughter's. Her calls brought him to a vague awareness. A wedding. Her wedding. She was not dead, and yet she was here. There were others. Ash stretched himself for a long while- being dead sure does put knots in your back- and then headed to the ceremony.

He recognized the bride- well both of them. It was an interesting choice. Ashmedai had his own history with Recluse, who also seemed to be very dead. Pity. Ash rolled up to the pair. "One of the bloodline wasn't enough to chase you away?" he teased. "Well, all the more power to ya. Welcome to the family, and I guess the afterlife." She shot them a wink and then turned his attention to another familiar face, "Pyralis! Guess they just let anyone up here these days." It had been ages since they explored together. He settled next to the woman and allowed the procession to continue.