Over 100,000 years have passed since Witch has walked the Realms. And in that time the Blood, even the long-lived Blood, have begun to forget what it means to be truly Blood. There are those who remember what it means to honor the Darkness, but they are minority. It is the majority who rules and who makes a mockery of everything that the Blood stand for. They no longer dance for the glory of Witch at Winsol. They only dance to the tune of their ambitions, greed and pleasures.
It is becoming more and more common to see a blood-red flower with black throats and black-tipped petals bloom throughout the Realms. Witchblood, as beautiful and indestructible as it is deadly that blooms from the first breath of spring to the last dying day of autumn. The roots of this plant are nourished by the blood of she who died to give it life and the roots grow so deep that they reach the Dark Realm. Or so the legend goes. Whatever is truth or not, one hard truth is more of it is growing.
Some ignore the witchblood, only thinking that it is a sign that there are murders at work. But some Sisters of the Hourglass are whispering differently. The witchblood is not just a sign of life being stolen. It's a sign that the Blood have lost the favor of the Darkness and Witch. It is only a matter of time before it finally comes to the point when the Blood Price