Sounds like something you have personal experience with. [Putting a pin in that for later.]
Locked in that tower, Flemeth had nothing but time and her own company. She felt her way through a whole gambit of emotions: grief for her murdered lover. Despair for her lost freedom. Fear for what was to come next for her. But mostly she was filled with a burning, calculated anger.
In her isolation she crafted a spell to summon a spirit into the physical world and pleaded with it to take revenge on her husband. The spirit granted her the vengeance she wanted but not in the way she'd hoped. It possessed her. Where I'm from when a spirit possesses a mage it changes them, turns them into what's called an abomination. [Another sip of wine and she shifts in her chair, crosses her legs at the ankle. Her least favorite part of the story.]
As my favorite version of the legend goes, Flemeth had a specialty with her magic. She was a shapeshifter and able to take the form of several animals at her discretion. When the spirit took possession of her Flemeth changed into something no recorded mage had ever done before, growing to a hundred times her size with scales and wings with white hot fire pouring from her mouth. She destroyed the tower and then the rest of the castle, killing Conobar and every one of his men, before fleeing back to the Korcari Wilds for the next one hundred years.
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Locked in that tower, Flemeth had nothing but time and her own company. She felt her way through a whole gambit of emotions: grief for her murdered lover. Despair for her lost freedom. Fear for what was to come next for her. But mostly she was filled with a burning, calculated anger.
In her isolation she crafted a spell to summon a spirit into the physical world and pleaded with it to take revenge on her husband. The spirit granted her the vengeance she wanted but not in the way she'd hoped. It possessed her. Where I'm from when a spirit possesses a mage it changes them, turns them into what's called an abomination. [Another sip of wine and she shifts in her chair, crosses her legs at the ankle. Her least favorite part of the story.]
As my favorite version of the legend goes, Flemeth had a specialty with her magic. She was a shapeshifter and able to take the form of several animals at her discretion. When the spirit took possession of her Flemeth changed into something no recorded mage had ever done before, growing to a hundred times her size with scales and wings with white hot fire pouring from her mouth. She destroyed the tower and then the rest of the castle, killing Conobar and every one of his men, before fleeing back to the Korcari Wilds for the next one hundred years.