Nethergloom
The Nethergloom is all that remains of a once-thriving forest spirit, now twisted by war and grief. Long ago, its sanctuary was a realm of emerald canopies and crystalline streams, a place where the earth whispered secrets and life thrived in symphony. But war is a cruel invader. The soldiers came with fire and steel, their blood soaking into the soil, their hatred poisoning the roots. The forest fell silent, its vibrant heart suffocated beneath the weight of corpses.
Bereft and desperate, the spirit fed upon the fallen—drinking their anguish, their despair, their rage. It changed, darkened, and swelled into a formless haze of shadow and malice. The bog that emerged from the ruin is a mire of decay, shrouded in a creeping mist that devours all it touches. Living or dead, none are spared the Nethergloom’s hunger. This set contains a fragment of that consuming mist—a relic of a spirit’s sorrow turned to wrath.
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The Nethergloom is all that remains of a once-thriving forest spirit, now twisted by war and grief. Long ago, its sanctuary was a realm of emerald canopies and crystalline streams, a place where the earth whispered secrets and life thrived in symphony. But war is a cruel invader. The soldiers came with fire and steel, their blood soaking into the soil, their hatred poisoning the roots. The forest fell silent, its vibrant heart suffocated beneath the weight of corpses.
Bereft and desperate, the spirit fed upon the fallen—drinking their anguish, their despair, their rage. It changed, darkened, and swelled into a formless haze of shadow and malice. The bog that emerged from the ruin is a mire of decay, shrouded in a creeping mist that devours all it touches. Living or dead, none are spared the Nethergloom’s hunger. This set contains a fragment of that consuming mist—a relic of a spirit’s sorrow turned to wrath.
Check FAQ for a list of makers flaws likely present in all creations.
The Nethergloom is all that remains of a once-thriving forest spirit, now twisted by war and grief. Long ago, its sanctuary was a realm of emerald canopies and crystalline streams, a place where the earth whispered secrets and life thrived in symphony. But war is a cruel invader. The soldiers came with fire and steel, their blood soaking into the soil, their hatred poisoning the roots. The forest fell silent, its vibrant heart suffocated beneath the weight of corpses.
Bereft and desperate, the spirit fed upon the fallen—drinking their anguish, their despair, their rage. It changed, darkened, and swelled into a formless haze of shadow and malice. The bog that emerged from the ruin is a mire of decay, shrouded in a creeping mist that devours all it touches. Living or dead, none are spared the Nethergloom’s hunger. This set contains a fragment of that consuming mist—a relic of a spirit’s sorrow turned to wrath.
Check FAQ for a list of makers flaws likely present in all creations.