of the Pact · not born — made
The Corrupted

The Pact does not breed. It converts. Every creature under its banners was something else first, and most were someone: the brute breaking a frontier wall may have been that village’s own son, fifty years gone.
They retain their memories. This is attested by every credible account, and it is the worst thing about them. They remember, and they no longer care.
- where
- The Crimson Reach; the Wasteland; anywhere the Wound has touched.
- what is said to work
- Light-forged steel. Daylight, held long enough. Frontier folk claim a third method — the thing it loved, spoken at the right moment — but no account of the third method ends well.