The Hungering Bracer of Rhivan: By Nadija"Escape, my lords, is all I ask; Respite from my husband’s ire. When morning comes, should I remain, My fate lies within the pyre.”
This, the pleading of witch Rhivan while locked within her chamber, made to the beings dark and fel who always sought to claim her. As the witching hour descended, reality distorted, and from the tattered veil came forth the dreadlord she’d cavorted. “Your despair has drawn me to thee, And I do not doubt thy need; But anything of this power, Witch, requires someone bleed. For you I’ll craft a piece to hide Yourself from all mortal sight As if the morning never came, And you walked in deepest night.” Her mortal fear won in the end, and she let him break her soul. He shattered deep all that she was, and took some for his control. And thus was her unholy pact; she witnessed his creation of a twisted piece of jewelry that could be her salvation. Folding her hunger, hate, and pain betwixt the sheets of felsteel, he mounted there an amethyst with the power to conceal. “This bracer I now give to you, Must be used just sparingly, For should you deplete its power, It shall seek it soon from thee.” The demon then departed her, and left her to her own fate. Now armed with enshrouding power, she would put it on and wait. And when the morning finally broke, husband came for wicked bride. But when opened up her door, horror greeted him inside. For such power drew upon her, and deep drank the greedy stone; the witch escaped her funeral pyre to become but skin and bone. Her soul was but the starting price; all which hungers has to feed. For anything of such power will require someone to bleed.
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