Salore Flowerpetals was discovered in the wilderness near Earthenposts by the elves of Enemethithu in 630. The unusually plump baby grew up with her adoptive parents, whose names did not go down in history, into a woman of beautiful facial features with a massive body, stacked with muscle and lard. She was slow of body, but not slow of mind, and could wield enormous strength. Without a doubt, her greatest strength was her natural ability with arms. She was quick to pick up all forms of combat, graceful enough to tear the petals off a flower with her pine morningstar, while savage in charging.
In the summer of 900, she visited the lords of Earthenposts and was tasked to eradicate the kobolds in the dungeon. During this adventure she earned her nickname "the Pristine Kiss of Embracing" for her lovely nature and graceful presence, despite being huge in every imaginable way. She quickly adapted to using metal weapons novel to her, and smashed the head off the shoulders of the kobold chieftain Lamus, forever becoming the enemy of Grikrilbus.
In those times, a creature of the night had begun terrorizing Earthenposts. It was Alá Lulledbirds, the lizard monster. Its close-set scales were dark in color and its eyes, crazed for human flesh, burned aqua in the night. The human merchants of the town guided Salore to its cave. As the full moon rose, Salore stood at the cave entrance, silver arrows at hand - and the lizard fiend dashed out of the cave with incredible agility.
Salore could barely sink a few arrows into its legs as the lizard crashed into her, tearing off her right leg. She fell to the ground bleeding profusely, but swung her copper morningstar with great force to the lizard's chest, who was now also similarly crippled - but had the advantage of regularly using its hands in stride.
She rolled around, the lizard following her and clawing at her. It tore her left leg off with its mighty jaw. All seemed lost for this adventurer, but then one lucky silver arrow sank to the lizard's chest, quickly spilling its cursed blood to the ground. Salore had made it.
She lay there on the ground, staring at the full moon. It seemed to crow huge in her eyes... and she could feel a strange lust for blood taking hold of her, one that would define her life. Her skin became covered in dark scales as her body changed form into a dread werelizard, her two legs growing back as twisted claws.
Seeking the cover of darkness, she slithered in stealth to the dungeon below the human city of Pineslark. There she feasted on goblin blood for the coming few days, slaying two chiefs, before emerging in her elf form. What she had experienced had changed her forever - her new beastly side had given her a new mental strength and savagery, but at the same time made her a prisoner of her own bloodlust. She could not stay in any town for longer than a month, lest her secret be found out.
The Pristine Kiss of Embracing could no longer dream of becoming the hero her people had needed. She began wandering the wilderness in the human lands, occasionally working as a hired blade for the human lords. She became proficient in wielding their weapons, her huge form being complemented by a heavy great axe she kept at her side, a human sword for dueling, and her faithful morningstar. As she traveled the wilderness, she came to resent the towns more and more, becoming accustomed to eating flesh she hunted and drinking from the rivers in the wild.
Sent by a human lord to kill a bandit leader, she traveled to the goblin lands in the southwest. The town of Imagenightmares was nearby; maybe the dread goblins had a less boring use for her skills than a simple bandit hunt.
She came to the keep to see the goblin lord, to find the town in riot. The goblin exalted demon, pale and gaunt in appearance and decked in jewelry made from the bones of goblins, humans and elves, had staged a coup against the goblin chieftain, and the elite guards in the keep were fighting each other, and - before she knew it, Salore. She was trapped, the whole town full of goblins mad with battle-lust surrounding her. She had no choice but to fight them. As it should happen, when fighting them the full moon rose, and her werelizard bloodlust took hold - that night the town of Imagenightmares bled to the ground.
There was a tomb in Imagenightmares, Shakehell, surrounded by tall spires of diorite telling the history of the goblin civilization. The werelizard Salore slithered to its depths to the comfortable cold, meeting there the elderly goblin mace master Nguslu Menacedteacher. In his hand was an old, beautiful morningstar, a masterwork of the goblin civilization. The brave goblin had stared down a cave dragon emerged from the depths. He made the mistake of taking a stand instead of throwing the morningstar to distract this new beast and running; Salore's huge form quickly tore him apart, and found a new favorite weapon, one that would stay with her for life.
As Salore the elf emerged from the tomb to the pale morning light, she realized she had become the murderer of towns of civilized beings, even if they were goblins. From this day on the surrounding civilizations would tremble with fear upon meeting her. Having come this far, she saw no reason to stop. The goblins of the Cremated Cruelty would feel her variant of cruelty that summer's end.
Many towns left in ruin in her wake, Salore eventually reached the Lurid Hills. As the full moon rose, she transformed into a werelizard, only to be greeted by deathless enemies. She spent two days and two nights tearing them to shreds, and again and again they rose. This period of inhuman training merged her elven and werelizard souls, giving her truly unnatural intuition and an unbreakable willpower and focus. It also finally divorced her completely from civilization.
She wandered the lands far and wide, eating what she killed, giant moths, grasshoppers, and drinking the blood of animals. She wandered the realms of the dark mist that covers this land. And as often happens to those that wander there, eventually the evil of the region did win. One early morning she was climbing up a hill to escape from a cloud of wicked dust, only to find to her mild shock and amusement that it started flowing down the hill over the top also. So Salore Flowerpetals became an undead being, a wicked dust thrall, wandering the land in search of warm blood.
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