Somn

"They say power corrupts. I say I don't need help."

Somn infected his brother Tigue and left him to die at the Wyrmwound.




Disease Necrotober 2020

Masters of Disease. Necromancers and their ilk. But they don’t see sickness when they birth it or when they take it in. Because they don’t see me for what I am. No, but our glorious Plaguemother saw. I am the truth of her left hand. The hidden sickness that cannot be stopped. I am her truest son.

I remember my brother was overjoyed to take the trials with me. He always was an over-excited little puppy. He wanted so much to follow in our mother’s footsteps and become a perfectly devout paladin. I said I did too. But I didn’t, I wanted her power. I want Plaguebringer’s divine blessing to spread her illness far and wide. I wanted to see her illness sweep through clans and know it was in my power to stop it - or not.

I don’t think Tigue knew it was me who infected him. He was already sick. At first, I meant to take it back. He was so weak I thought he’d die if I didn’t take the sicknesses away. I watched him, feverish and rambling with it for a whole day. I kept thinking I would enjoy it just a little bit longer. As I watched the light fade and the long shadows stretch I knew I wouldn’t take the sickness away. Instead, I left my brother to die. The thought still makes me smile.

Necromancer Specialties: Assassin, Duelist
Necromancer Faction: Praeceptors

In this Moment: Sick like Me



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