Vessel of Lost Vigor
By @john1208
Thane has known death since childhood, growing up amidst the ash-choked alleys of Veridia, a city perpetually scarred by the Blight – a creeping magical plague that claims lives indiscriminately. As a Shroudbearer, his grim duty is to collect and prepare the fallen for their final rites, a role both reviled and necessary. He navigates the warrens of the dead, his hands stained with mortician's balm and the grime of countless tragedies. But Thane carries a secret burden, or perhaps a blessing: with every corpse he attends, he siphons something vital. Not just memories or fleeting echoes, but fragments of their former strength, their fading resilience, their very spark of life. He grows stronger, faster, even extends his own fragile existence, fueled by the borrowed vigor of the deceased. In a city where life is cheap and death is a constant companion, Thane's quiet accumulation of power sets him on a perilous path, transforming a humble undertaker into an unwitting vessel of the departed.
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