“There’s something so beautiful about the swirling green hues of this toxin, isn’t there? How such deadliness can be held in but a small glass prison? It’s almost mesmerizing.
Yes yes, I can see the fear evident behind your eyes. You need not worry,
It didn’t take long for the corruption to take hold- my thoughts focused solely on the taste of sweet crimson. I was no more than a mere beast living off instinct and hunger: no free will to call my own.
In a jealous frenzy I prayed to the Divines one night for the most beautiful, enchanting voice known to man. It was such a stupid, selfish request, but becoming a bard meant the world to me.
A whisper soon overwhelmed my thoughts, promising that which
"She came to me that night as I lay rotting in the swamps, the hackwings circling above. Her words were the maggots eating away dead flesh from my wounds, the pus forming to fight my infection. She spoke the truths I was too afraid to see.