They were young, but their heart was failing. One last adventure found a magic artifact that buried itself into their chest replacing the heart that had been damaged by long bouts of illness. However, unlike other artifacts similar to it, it did not try to change their usually kind, and gentle, nature. It simply acted as a replacement heart. -- Anon Guest
"One adventure," said Fennel. "All I need is to find a Hartsoke seed before it's too late." She was a soft-spoken Cleric of Aurorus, the Dawn Lord. After strenuous battles, she often had her lips or fingers turn a pale, deathly blue. She had magic potions, magic amulets, and magic charms, but there was only so much magic could do.
Greesh the Kobold Rogue looked at her with each eye. Fighting their natural instinct to run and hide. "I've heard of them. People who use Hartsoke use it for dark magic. It eats up the actual heart, makes folks literally heartless."
"It takes over the heart," corrected Fennel. "That doesn't make it, or anyone who uses it, evil."
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