Gilded Ruin
The empire of Xareth rose on the backs of the conquered, its opulence forged in the suffering of those beneath its gilded rule. At its height, the tyrant-king Vashtar the Everbound wielded an artifact said to hold the souls of a thousand slain warlords, their agony feeding his dominion. But power invites rebellion. When the uprising came, the golden palace burned, its splendor reduced to blackened ruin.
Yet Vashtar did not perish. As his empire crumbled, he wove a final curse upon his throne—a binding of molten gold and seething hatred. His spirit clung to the wreckage, twisting the remnants of his reign into something wretched. The once-lustrous relics of Xareth, infused with his essence, now seethe with ruinous magic. Those who claim them hear the whispers of a king who refuses to be forgotten, his vengeance waiting to be fulfilled.
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The empire of Xareth rose on the backs of the conquered, its opulence forged in the suffering of those beneath its gilded rule. At its height, the tyrant-king Vashtar the Everbound wielded an artifact said to hold the souls of a thousand slain warlords, their agony feeding his dominion. But power invites rebellion. When the uprising came, the golden palace burned, its splendor reduced to blackened ruin.
Yet Vashtar did not perish. As his empire crumbled, he wove a final curse upon his throne—a binding of molten gold and seething hatred. His spirit clung to the wreckage, twisting the remnants of his reign into something wretched. The once-lustrous relics of Xareth, infused with his essence, now seethe with ruinous magic. Those who claim them hear the whispers of a king who refuses to be forgotten, his vengeance waiting to be fulfilled.
Check FAQ for a list of makers flaws likely present in all creations.
The empire of Xareth rose on the backs of the conquered, its opulence forged in the suffering of those beneath its gilded rule. At its height, the tyrant-king Vashtar the Everbound wielded an artifact said to hold the souls of a thousand slain warlords, their agony feeding his dominion. But power invites rebellion. When the uprising came, the golden palace burned, its splendor reduced to blackened ruin.
Yet Vashtar did not perish. As his empire crumbled, he wove a final curse upon his throne—a binding of molten gold and seething hatred. His spirit clung to the wreckage, twisting the remnants of his reign into something wretched. The once-lustrous relics of Xareth, infused with his essence, now seethe with ruinous magic. Those who claim them hear the whispers of a king who refuses to be forgotten, his vengeance waiting to be fulfilled.
Check FAQ for a list of makers flaws likely present in all creations.
