They are trained from birth, so that when brought low, their faith will guide them... but nothing can prepare a man for how intoxicating true power feels
They couldn't fathom the kindness extended to them. Now they can return what they might have taken, this forest is ancient, her capacity for forgiveness is unlimited.
Blood magic is powerful, but it wasn't made for men, they were it's fuel. The old Sanguine Lords would have endless amusement at those now twisted by it
Crowds go wild when humans step into the pits. Carapesians can't fathom the risk of fighting without an exoskeleton and they'll pay good money for the spectacle.
Those who accompanied the knight into this forest left him to die... But these woods forgave him and rose him back onto his feet, where he has remained unbroken, for as long as anyone can remember
How many forgotten men were left to rot in fields to satisfy the greed and cruelty of Kings. They have not forgotten, they were all but willing to bend the knee in death, and let the world reap what was sowed.
No wizard has one has ever solved the puzzle of what haunts this forest, yet the old crow comes and goes, welcomed by the spirits, as if they're somehow kin.
Look, undoubtedly a very unsettling figure to stumble across in a dungeon, but I have it on good authority that they rarely make the corpses they scavange...
When a skilled tradesmen wonders into your necromantic lair, you could enslave them... But having a Butcher on staff can raise the quality of your zombies from shambling fools, to vicious ghouls
They say this Steppe is cursed, a centuries-old graveyard... And now every poor soul who is buried here is a precious resource for the dead who walk above
Smaller Knolls would dig deeper into the ruins, looking for lost artefacts to grant some advantage their stature didn't... But the deeper they delved, the stranger they became
My guess? the rising popularity of this opinion is likely connected to rising house prices, forcing people to watch media sitting next to their parents
The dwarves made worship of stone, and for the Goblins, who believed in all gods, drew strength from their destruction. Some even gain gifts, such as great cunning, and new senses, that rendered even sight meaningless
There is some vicious arrogance in a man that won't let him admit what he knows in his heart... and not even a thousand years could dull her enjoyment at cutting such men down
To the freshly annointed Sanguine Lords there was no greater sport, stripping their armour as an invitation for the foolhardy, and relishing in the ocean that now divides them
There is no rim world remote enough to exceed their reach, no sovereignty that supercedes that of their masters, no morality that shrouds their righteous resolve.
Knights of the archipelago are highly regarded, for to forge their armour they must slay a cruel and malicious beast, an abomination so evil that even God has forsaken them, in the island kingdoms they name this foul monster... (1/2)
You see a knight, post a knight!!
Come on down to the Knight imporium, we've got Lich Knights, Slime Knights, Wizard Knights, whatever that things is? we got em
Some would tell you the Folk are stringless puppets, bound by a namelss magic to this ancient forest. But no spell has ever broken one free, nor has any wizard learned by what means their minds and bodies are held captive...
It's armour is cobbled together from those who fall, but it'll trade you what it doesn't wear. Keep your gold though, it has no use for it down here...