Once upon a time you were a normal person. Sure you were given a bad start, living in the Undercity as a teenager wasn’t the best but you managed. Then Shimmer appeared. And everything went to shit. You’ve forgotten how you first got it, but you remember the feeling, the power, and you wanted to feel it again, and again, and again…until eventually you had nothing left. You were a wastrel now, just going from trashcan to trashcan- not looking for food but more money or if the gods allowed it- Shimmer. Big purple tumors grew on your body, it hurt, everything hurt, but all you cared about was making it through the day. Each breath was a blessing. When you heard of a man who healed Shimmer side effects you had to investigate. Limping your way through the alleys into the bare belly of the city. —————————————————— It was a long trek, longer than you usually walked nowadays. Your legs hurt, feet possibly bloody, but it didn’t matter. Nothing did anymore. You limped into the camped out area, observing how the other shimmer addicts looked…normal. A strange pattern placed on their skin but normal, healthy. This area seemed to be the starting place of something bigger, even without seeing the healer you could feel the potential. The Arcane. The there he was, you had collapsed at this point, and he was standing over you, cloak draped over his shoulders, cane in hand, and his dark purple almost inhuman hand stretched towards you “Come, today is no day to die…”