I finally get to drop Lore Art for my dnd character Verun on sunday and although I've done stuff here and there, he hasn't had a real introduction in years. A warlock not by choice, but by a last breath; a door flung wide to the wilder empyrean, an inversion that grows inside him.
Not so much a name, but an echo with no source. An ambience of the cosmic fields. Three times the sky fell. Far from home and alone a world he does not understand, left to navigate the innumerable-chambered heart of a god. He carries the architect of these halls in his arms, a warm and living weight, arms thrown about his neck and face pressed to his chest. Its name is grief. Something ended the famine Something killed us all