Hemocurse
Long ago, two warlocks swore a blood pact, binding their power and lives to one another. One wielded infernal fire, the other abyssal shadow. Their magic was potent, but their ambitions clashed—one sought dominion, the other vengeance. When their paths diverged, the pact remained, forcing their fates together.
In a final confrontation, they unleashed their strongest spells, their magic colliding in a violent rupture. Their bodies were torn asunder, but their blood, infused with eldritch power, refused to fade. It soaked into the fabric of reality, congealing into these twin relics—fragments of their souls, forever cursed to seek a master worthy of their boundless hatred.
When wielded, Hemocurse whispers in the mind, tempting the bearer with forbidden knowledge and power. But be warned—should the dice ever roll in perfect unison, the pact may stir once more, demanding another soul to seal its hunger.
Long ago, two warlocks swore a blood pact, binding their power and lives to one another. One wielded infernal fire, the other abyssal shadow. Their magic was potent, but their ambitions clashed—one sought dominion, the other vengeance. When their paths diverged, the pact remained, forcing their fates together.
In a final confrontation, they unleashed their strongest spells, their magic colliding in a violent rupture. Their bodies were torn asunder, but their blood, infused with eldritch power, refused to fade. It soaked into the fabric of reality, congealing into these twin relics—fragments of their souls, forever cursed to seek a master worthy of their boundless hatred.
When wielded, Hemocurse whispers in the mind, tempting the bearer with forbidden knowledge and power. But be warned—should the dice ever roll in perfect unison, the pact may stir once more, demanding another soul to seal its hunger.
Long ago, two warlocks swore a blood pact, binding their power and lives to one another. One wielded infernal fire, the other abyssal shadow. Their magic was potent, but their ambitions clashed—one sought dominion, the other vengeance. When their paths diverged, the pact remained, forcing their fates together.
In a final confrontation, they unleashed their strongest spells, their magic colliding in a violent rupture. Their bodies were torn asunder, but their blood, infused with eldritch power, refused to fade. It soaked into the fabric of reality, congealing into these twin relics—fragments of their souls, forever cursed to seek a master worthy of their boundless hatred.
When wielded, Hemocurse whispers in the mind, tempting the bearer with forbidden knowledge and power. But be warned—should the dice ever roll in perfect unison, the pact may stir once more, demanding another soul to seal its hunger.
