As an Eldritch Herald, your art is not confined to just a stage. It leaks into minds, where it gives memories new shape, and redraws the line between what is real and what is fake.
The verses, tune, and dance you produce are the will of a playwright beyond the earthly veil, and his command, delivered through you, not even truth dares disobey.
From the moment you take up this mantle, your words do more than charm—they brand themselves into the world, with a trail of altered conversations left behind; in their wake—fractured recollections, and subtly rewritten fates. You gather insight as your performances tug at unseen threads, letting you bend perception, twist intention, and—should your power become that great—make unreality indistinguishable from fact.
Will you master the story... or lose yourself between its lines?
- from the publisher's blurb