Story:
In the scorched lands of the Crimson Reaches, where red storms rage and blood remembers, there walks a lone shadow—Bloodson, the last initiate of the Blood Rites.
Born from a forbidden pact between the Warden Order and the cult of the Vowbearers, Bloodson was raised not as a child, but as a blade. When he came of age, he stood in the Circle of Oaths, where he carved his first vow across his chest with the sacred blade Vowcleaver:
“My word is my blood. I will falter.”
His faction believed in sacrifice—not for gods, but for promises kept. Bloodson’s body carries the ink of ancient pledges, each scar a contract written in pain. The Warden Order declared him a rogue. The Blood Rites claimed him a messiah. But Bloodson refuses both titles.
Instead, he walks the earth as a Wandering Blood Rite, seeking to fulfill the Vowcleaver Prophecy—a fourfold destiny etched into the scrolls of the Melanin Matrix:
Heir of the Sacred Blade Quiet the Crimson Storm Banish the Dark Pact Fulfill the Ancient Vow
Haunted by his past and hunted by those who fear his rise, Bloodson wields Vowcleaver, a blade that drinks the blood of his enemies and grows stronger with every oath kept in battle. He is both sword and sentence, executioner and witness.
His alignment is Lawful Neutral, bound not to moral swings but to the integrity of vows made and broken. To cross him is to awaken ancient wrath, and to ally with him is to walk a path of unflinching discipline.
As the world trembles under forgotten pacts and rising chaos, only Bloodson’s blade may sever the lies and fulfill what was once promised in blood.
Melanin Matrix 