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Seedborn

LORE ENTRY

Seedborns are beings created through a Seed of Resurrection, born as flawless copies of the individual whose essence was used. They mirror the original in body, memory, and conviction, often believing themselves to be the same person. Though complete in form, their existence is unnatural, sustained by power never meant to grant lasting life. From the moment they are born, their fate is already sealed, their presence in the world fleeting and fragile.

RACE PROFILE

CREATION

  • Essence Scrolls: A Seedborn cannot be made from the dead alone. Their creation requires a fragment of the original's living essence, drawn forth as a pale flame and bound to a prepared scroll through a forbidden rite.

  • Cost to the Original: The extraction does not kill, but it does not leave them whole. The original is left weakened — sometimes in body, sometimes in spirit — and a part of them is forever lost.

  • The Rite: The Essence Scroll, with its captured flame, is offered into a Seed of Resurrection. The Seed consumes both, and from it rises a single being — a perfect copy, or a flawed one, depending on the state of the relic and the strength of the essence.

  • One Per Essence: Only one Seedborn can ever rise from a given essence. They cannot be copied, divided, or remade.

SIGNS

  • The Mark: Every Seedborn is born with a black mark in the shape of a teardrop upon their palm. From this point, the mark spreads slowly across their skin as the borrowed essence within them burns away.

  • Inner Knowing: At the moment of their birth, a Seedborn believes themselves to be the original. In time — sometimes days, sometimes years — the truth surfaces. The mark on the palm cannot be denied forever, and the world rarely lets them forget.

LIFESPAN

  • A Seedborn lives between zero and five years. Some are born already dying, the mark spreading swiftly across them. Others endure long enough to forget they are not real. None outlast the mark.

THE END — THE HUSK

  • When the mark consumes the body entirely, the soul does not pass on. It is simply gone — undone, forever, beyond any reach of magic or prayer. What remains is a Husk: a gaunt, hollow-eyed figure that walks on fading instinct, silent and unfeeling, drained of every trace of the person it once was. Husks shamble through the ruins for as long as their bodies hold together, a grim warning to all who would meddle with the Seeds.

NO RETURN

  • No magic, no relic, no prayer can save a Seedborn from this fate. Ancient resurrection spells may restore the body, but never the soul — for what was borrowed cannot be reclaimed. The Husk is inevitable. It is the price of the Seeds, paid in full by every being they bring into the world.