Dreadwrought Decay
Forged from the withered essence of a decaying necropolis, these relics are steeped in the remnants of a dying curse that once ravaged the living and the dead alike. Encased within are orbs of gold-flecked decay, shimmering with an eerie vitality—a cruel mockery of life. The faint hum of entropy emanates from the artifact, and when cast, whispers of the necromantic plague echo faintly, invoking the memories of lives consumed. These relics are not inert but vessels of corrosion, imbued with the power to unmake, a harbinger of inevitable ruin.
Forged from the withered essence of a decaying necropolis, these relics are steeped in the remnants of a dying curse that once ravaged the living and the dead alike. Encased within are orbs of gold-flecked decay, shimmering with an eerie vitality—a cruel mockery of life. The faint hum of entropy emanates from the artifact, and when cast, whispers of the necromantic plague echo faintly, invoking the memories of lives consumed. These relics are not inert but vessels of corrosion, imbued with the power to unmake, a harbinger of inevitable ruin.
Forged from the withered essence of a decaying necropolis, these relics are steeped in the remnants of a dying curse that once ravaged the living and the dead alike. Encased within are orbs of gold-flecked decay, shimmering with an eerie vitality—a cruel mockery of life. The faint hum of entropy emanates from the artifact, and when cast, whispers of the necromantic plague echo faintly, invoking the memories of lives consumed. These relics are not inert but vessels of corrosion, imbued with the power to unmake, a harbinger of inevitable ruin.
