[He laughs, painfully, a single little 'heh' of sound.]
The beginning is that, once upon a time, there was a civilization called Solheim that angered a god, and was destroyed for it. And after there was a blight left upon the land, a disease that turned men into monsters that stalked the darkest places of the night, to kill and infect yet more. We called it the Starscourge.
And it was spoken in prophecy that a king of light would come and do battle with the darkness, and after ten years of eternal night, would restore dawn to Eos. At twenty years old, my brother manifested what we believed was the ability to heal the Scourge, and was heralded as the Chosen King.
...As you can likely guess, he wasn't. Was never meant to be any such thing. Exactly the opposite, for his 'healing' power healed nothing, only gathering the Scourge within his body to make of him its vessel.
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The beginning is that, once upon a time, there was a civilization called Solheim that angered a god, and was destroyed for it. And after there was a blight left upon the land, a disease that turned men into monsters that stalked the darkest places of the night, to kill and infect yet more. We called it the Starscourge.
And it was spoken in prophecy that a king of light would come and do battle with the darkness, and after ten years of eternal night, would restore dawn to Eos. At twenty years old, my brother manifested what we believed was the ability to heal the Scourge, and was heralded as the Chosen King.
...As you can likely guess, he wasn't. Was never meant to be any such thing. Exactly the opposite, for his 'healing' power healed nothing, only gathering the Scourge within his body to make of him its vessel.