Kayla Sockum/Nimbus

Long Term Nimbus: The things lost through death resurface slowly, plant grows over graves, reminding people of the lost, haunting whispers of untold secrets from beyond the grave. Materials, tools, writings withstand the rigors of events around them easier.

Immediate Nimbus: The World Remembers, Truth blooms around the mage in cloud of greenery that feeds on the old spilled blood, turn the poison of lies into a shocking truth like plants cleaning the air, water whispers of the sins it washed away as it dances like an aura. [+1 Wits, 8 again on Investigation & Empathy, no 10 again on Subterfuge]

Signature Nimbus: Where blood once was, moss now grows, the sensation that truth is strong here and that looking it in the face might be terrifying.