The Elven Slave And The Great Witch's Curse [top]

Thalric was not killed; he was bound. Through a ritual of shadow and bone, Morgana stripped him of his connection to the forest, rendering him a "hollowed" soul—a slave to her every whim. The Great Witch’s Curse

One brave, foolish soldier stepped forward and jammed a crowbar into the lid. With a groan of protest, the seal broke. the elven slave and the great witch's curse

Kaelen did not move. He stood by the table, the tray steady in his hands. The curse was not for him; it was for the oppressor. Thalric was not killed; he was bound

The Elven Slave and the Great Witch’s Curse With a groan of protest, the seal broke

She reached out, her ghostly fingers passing through the iron collar. The metal glowed red-hot for a second, then crumbled into rust, falling away from his neck and clattering to the floor.

She raised a translucent hand. "For the theft of my rest, I lay this curse: Your halls shall know no warmth, your heart shall turn to the very gold you covet, and your servants shall turn upon you."

With a final, chilling laugh, the mist dissipated, leaving the chest empty. In the center of the room stood Baron Vane—frozen forever, a grotesque statue of solid gold, his face contorted in eternal greed.