Messages Virindi Consul tells you, "Fleshling. Try not my patience my humor is at an end." On Death A shrieking sound pulses from the core of the falling Virindi. Thin wisps of darkness lick the ground and filter away into the shadows nearby. A shrieking sound pulses from the core of the falling Virindi. A swirl of violet light and palpable darkness reach toward you as a voice echoes screaming in pain and rage.