[Cards] Bloodmire Phiale

The bloodmire bog used to be teeming with life, back when it was called the Syre Wood. The fey that lived there would come to visit, you know? They were mischievous, of course, but they were special.

After the war it changed. The forest turned dull and gray, and all the songbirds up and left. Our old homeland was changing, and we didn't know why.

Then the blood came. So, so much blood. Roaring tides of it swept through the undergrowth, tearing up roots and drowning woodland creature and person alike. The fey were gone. Whatever drove them off was evil, for sure.

Years have passed since I lived there. I did visit, though, maybe 50 years ago. It had changed. What was a lush wood was now a swamp of blood. The trees have grown to lift themselves out of the bog, and what few patches of ground there are to walk on are muddy with red.

The people seemed to return, though. Villages of all sorts of odd folk made their way as best they could through the bloody quagmire, making ends meet. While they didn't like the murk, it seemed they'd made their peace with it.