svakkun

the sin-eater of hjaalmarch

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him

Born of Morthal, putrescent and clouded paranoia in his veins, Svakkun of the woods, hedge-witch of the superstitious. A fog-shrouded affinity thumping in the swamp, a heartbeat of bargains made by the townsfolk for salvation.Stagnant bog-water fills his veins; peat moss the scent of remedy.Shunned and feared; a visceral cost.The contract is sacrifice.Whisper His Name.

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them

Leave them at the tree line.The magic he uses—the thief of curses—it leaves a stain that cannot be removed.Make the bargain.Do not pass the marker of skull and fern.Wait three days.The darkness swallowed, the king of the bitter bog suffers for us.A cure written in sphagnum.Whisper His Name.

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sovereign

Hair golden, rays of sunlight pouring through the broken canopy of the bog. Eyes silver, masser and segunda rising above the horizon. A line of soot splits his lips in twain. Muscle sinewy and lean, chest marked by the triskelion, a guardian by bargain. Grim words and mien defy beauty, rot preserved in stagnant waters.He who walks the sinking earth.Purposeful hands mix herbs with bog water. Clever magics forgotten leak from a wooden hut hidden among stunted spruce and larch. The peat-crowned witchman mends the ailing within, pacts sealed in bone and blood.

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bind

Seek

All reagents hold power – Svakkun leaves the ensorcelled swamp for rarities and necessities. Stalk of death-bell, bloodthorn and petrified peat, glow-eel tallow and skull of slaughterfish fuel ritual. The pursuit of blood and bone brings the witchman across Tamriel.Paths often cross on roads traveled.

Curse

The ill, befouled and untethered, slog through fetid waters to the hut in the bog. Svakkun, the muskeg priest, brings them in and extricates them. A lifter of curses and healer of the unwell.The desperate deliver him malady for cure and cost.

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visage