Witch Bolt - 𝔖𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪 & 𝔇𝔬𝔬𝔪 [Pumpkin Synth Synth, Dungeon Synth, Non-AI DS]

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This was a fun Halloween project for the r/DungeonSynth Dungeon Shamble.

"Shroom & Doom tells the tale of an alchemist who is ready for human subjects testing the Bonebloom Cap.
An injured knight volunteers. Though his wounds heal, unfortunate side effects begin to unfold. The alchemist wants to stop the trial but the knight embraces his growing power despite the alchemist's protestations...

Other artists in the Dungeon Shamble include:

Grumm Trencher: On the Culinary and Necromantic Uses for Various Species of Mushroom


SVEPPIR: WE SHALL BY MORNING INHERIT THE EARTH


Duke Tiberion: The Dark Bell - Halloween Dungeon Synth Album

Mogwarn: The Gelroud Mage: A Smuggler’s Misadventure In the Alykaer Swamplands


Graygle: Celestial Intrusion / Fungal Foetor


Pumpkin Golem: Rise of the Pumpkin Golem EP


Infernal Symphony: No More Shrooms In Hell EP


𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔄𝔩𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔱


Day 1
I have discovered a tome speaking of the 'Bonebloom Cap,' a fungus that promises unparalleled healing. Yet within its pages lie warnings of imbalance in the body. Still, I feel compelled to proceed, for the potential is great.

Day 2
The knight drank of the elixir and was healed in an instant, his skin stitching itself together. But beneath the surface darkened veins began to writhe.

Day 3
The knight’s veins now glow faintly, like twisted vines beneath his skin. Though he feels stronger, I fear the bloom has taken hold of him, marking him not as healed, but as claimed by an unseen force.

Day 4
The infection spreads, twisting like roots through his body. His strength grows, but his eyes are clouded and distant. He calls this a blessing, yet I see the bloom claiming him, body and soul.

Day 5
Fungal caps now break through his skin, pale and trembling with life. He believes this is power, but I see only decay creeping through him. These blooms whisper of death, not strength.

Day6

The blooms rot from within, curling and blackened. Tendrils burrow deeper into his flesh, yet he speaks of invincibility. He wishes to spread this cursed bloom, blind to the festering plague within him.

Day 7

He is no longer a knight, but a creature crowned with fungal growths. His body is twisted, his voice echoes with many tones. He seeks to spread this infection, calling it a gift, though it is a curse.

Day 8

The laboratory lies empty, save for the echoes of my sins. The creature—once a knight—roams free, carrying with him the plague of spores. My hands are stained. The land shall rot, and with it my soul. This wound will smother all in its wake leaving naught but death and decay in its path.