Bloodfort
Long ago, an ancient wizard mastered Hemomancy, the forbidden art of blood magic. From this dark power, he forged the Bloodfort, a towering stronghold constructed from crimson stones imbued with his own lifeblood. The fortress pulsed with unholy vitality, its rivers running red with the sacrifices needed to sustain his dominion. For centuries, the wizard ruled, his Hemomantic magic bending life and death to his will.
But his tyranny sparked rebellion. Armies stormed the Bloodfort, shattering its gates and cornering the wizard in his throne of living stone. As the walls crumbled around him, the wizard unleashed a final, devastating spell. The attackers were consumed, their forms dissolved into a crimson mist that flowed through the ruins, staining the land.
When the dust settled, the wizard was gone, and the Bloodfort lay in ruins. Yet, the stones endured, saturated with his blood and cursed magic. Whispers claim these relics carry his Hemomantic essence, pulsing faintly with unholy power. Those who touch them risk binding themselves to the wrath of a wizard who refused to die.
These artifacts are fragments of the Bloodfort, each pulsing with a life of its own, steeped in rivers of blood and ancient fury.
Check FAQ for a list of makers flaws likely present in all creations.
Long ago, an ancient wizard mastered Hemomancy, the forbidden art of blood magic. From this dark power, he forged the Bloodfort, a towering stronghold constructed from crimson stones imbued with his own lifeblood. The fortress pulsed with unholy vitality, its rivers running red with the sacrifices needed to sustain his dominion. For centuries, the wizard ruled, his Hemomantic magic bending life and death to his will.
But his tyranny sparked rebellion. Armies stormed the Bloodfort, shattering its gates and cornering the wizard in his throne of living stone. As the walls crumbled around him, the wizard unleashed a final, devastating spell. The attackers were consumed, their forms dissolved into a crimson mist that flowed through the ruins, staining the land.
When the dust settled, the wizard was gone, and the Bloodfort lay in ruins. Yet, the stones endured, saturated with his blood and cursed magic. Whispers claim these relics carry his Hemomantic essence, pulsing faintly with unholy power. Those who touch them risk binding themselves to the wrath of a wizard who refused to die.
These artifacts are fragments of the Bloodfort, each pulsing with a life of its own, steeped in rivers of blood and ancient fury.
Check FAQ for a list of makers flaws likely present in all creations.
Long ago, an ancient wizard mastered Hemomancy, the forbidden art of blood magic. From this dark power, he forged the Bloodfort, a towering stronghold constructed from crimson stones imbued with his own lifeblood. The fortress pulsed with unholy vitality, its rivers running red with the sacrifices needed to sustain his dominion. For centuries, the wizard ruled, his Hemomantic magic bending life and death to his will.
But his tyranny sparked rebellion. Armies stormed the Bloodfort, shattering its gates and cornering the wizard in his throne of living stone. As the walls crumbled around him, the wizard unleashed a final, devastating spell. The attackers were consumed, their forms dissolved into a crimson mist that flowed through the ruins, staining the land.
When the dust settled, the wizard was gone, and the Bloodfort lay in ruins. Yet, the stones endured, saturated with his blood and cursed magic. Whispers claim these relics carry his Hemomantic essence, pulsing faintly with unholy power. Those who touch them risk binding themselves to the wrath of a wizard who refused to die.
These artifacts are fragments of the Bloodfort, each pulsing with a life of its own, steeped in rivers of blood and ancient fury.
Check FAQ for a list of makers flaws likely present in all creations.
