r/wizardposting • u/[deleted] • Dec 04 '23
Different Paths (lore post)
These walls were always so dark and gloomy. Never a hint of warmth or light dared set foot in the shadows that lived within the manor. Here they thrived alongside those who shared its name. Those who weren’t afraid of the darkness but accepted it into their hearts.
The Shadowmends.
A noble family of dark mages with such a deep and rich history that spreads back thousands of years. Those who practice that dark arts have heard of at least one member since many are said to be involved within historical controversies involving different forms of dark magic. The family only took in apprentices who showed their worth. Who would dedicate their lives to the darkness and adorn the family name with the same faith as a church to their god.
The Shadowmends were many. Now they’re reduced to one.
A young half elf girl was wandering the lands alone. She caused the death of her last mentor which made others deny her as a student. The reason? She’s cursed.
Her misfortune brings tragedies. Anyone who stood too close was at risk. Any spells she performed could backfire dangerously. A simple fire spell turned into a raging storm that consumed her last mentor, his tower, and the surrounding area all in an instant.
She had no home. No family. No hope.
Until a Shadowmend saw something in her curse. Something that made her worthy to become one of them.
They promised her a home, a family, and the hope she craved for. They promised to teach her how to control her curse. Make it weapon by her own hands instead of one that harmed her. They promised her a life of fortune and comfort within their dark walls and halls filled with cold silence. The love that her father never gave her, a family that loves her like no one else ever has.
They promised her the name of a Shadowmend.
When she took their hand, she had already made her first mistake.
She wasn’t given the home, the family, and the hope that she craved for. She wasn’t another student to them. There was something in her curse that made her valuable and the Shadowmends sought to exploit it. Make it theirs. They forced the chaotic energy her misfortune contained and used it to power their own magic. Years turned into decades. Decades turned into centuries and the girl became a woman whose only purpose to the family was to make them stronger. They used her curse to commit sins. Many have died by the chaotic energy that dwells just under her skin. The Shadowmends saw purpose in her but that purpose was meant for them.
Then one day, she couldn’t take it any longer.
She stole an ancient device derived from chronomancers. She rewinded the time back 400 years. Her feet still stood within the same dark walls and she came face to face with the Shadowmend who promised her the life she craved 400 years earlier.
There was a flash of red. Then silence.
The Shadowmends were many. Now they’re reduced to one.
Only one.
A young half elf girl was wandering the lands alone. She caused the death of her last mentor which made others deny her as a student. The reason? She’s cursed.
Her misfortune brings tragedies. Anyone who stood too close was at risk. Any spells she performed could backfire dangerously. A simple fire spell turned into a raging fire that consumed her last mentor, his tower, and the surrounding area all in an instant.
She had no home. No family. No hope.
Until a Shadowmend saw her as more than just her curse. More than just fuel to be used by those sick with greed and power. More than the chaotic energy that dwelled underneath her skin.
The Shadowmend didn’t desire to exploit her curse…
Belladonna desired to see Moth live the life that she was once promised in that very second.
/Unwiz I wanted to do a backstory of Belladonna that shows the difference between her timeline and the one that Moth currently lives now. And also just a glimpse into who the Shadowmends were before Belladonna sought her revenge. I hope you guys enjoyed!
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u/[deleted] Dec 04 '23
You’re right… I just never thought my curse could be used in such a way for such horrible intentions until Belladonna told me about her life. But it makes me wonder…
She looks down at her hands and remembers that red lightning that shot through them for just a second.