How are you doing SplinterMates? Are you ready for my first ever Splinterlands Weekly Challenge?
The challenge theme proposed by the team for today?
Explore and Expand Splinterlands Lore
Are you a fan of the rich and immersive world behind Splinterlands? This week’s challenge invites you to dive deep into the lore and share your creative take on the stories, characters, and factions that make up the Splinterlands universe!
For this entry, I have chosen one of the most feared cards in low elo: THE CURSED WINDEKU.
As you can see in the picture, The Cursed Windeku is one of the most feared monsters in Splinterlands, hailing from the Death splinter. With its eerie, skeletal figure and cursed aura, this beast brings death to its foes through its Thorns ability, dealing damage back to any enemy that dares attack it in melee combat.
Windeku's resilience and durability make it a solid tank, while its sinister presence gives Death teams an edge in sustaining damage. Place this dark creature in the front lines and watch your enemies suffer from their own attacks!
💀 Key Stats:
- Mana Cost: 6
- Abilities: Thorns
- Roles: Tank, Damage Reflector
- Best Used With: Support from Dark energy monsters and summoners like Thaddius Brood.
Splinterlands isn´t just a simple card Play To Earn game, it offers to each card an amazing story behind, called Lore.
For the Cursed Windeku, the official Splinterlands Lore reads as follows:
Cursed Windeku are nightmarish creatures that live in the deepest and darkest woods. They hunt at night, stalking their prey before attacking with their claws, while their thorn-like horns and natural healing ability provide an excellent defense,. They exude a pungent pheromone that reduces the reaction time of their victims, often allowing the Windeku to begin devouring them before they are dead. While these lifeless creatures may appear animalistic, they are highly intelligent. They have heeded the call put forth by the Lord of Darkness. Their thirst for blood is now focused on the Chaos Legion.
“I heard it again... that rustle of brush in the darkness of the forest. No mistaking it now. Something was stalking us.
I picked up my pace and urged Grewa to do the same. We hurried through the trees toward the inn. I could hear her panting behind me. Something howled then, but not like a wolf. Like a man who has gone mad with hunger.
I lost it. I ran. Ran as fast as my legs could carry me. And when I stumbled and fell and got up again, I realized I was alone. No sound of Grewa. No footfalls or heavy breath.
I rose to my feet and walked slowly back the way we'd come. I heard a sound. A wet, tearing sound. And in the middle of trees, not twenty yards away, I saw Grewa. And I saw it.
The beast was gaunt, its skin pulled tight over its bones. It was the ash-gray color of death, with sunken eyes, like a corpse recently risen from the grave, and twisted horns. And the smell. Oh, gods, the smell.
Its lips were tattered and bloody. It was Grewa's blood. It had torn her open and was feasting on her guts. And she... she was still moving. She let out a little whimper.
And I turned and I ran until I saw your light burning in the distance, and I kept running until I burst through the door.”
The man downed the rest of his tankard of ale and stared into the empty mug. The other patrons of the inn shifted in their seats.
“He's making it up,” one said.
“He's drunk,” said another.
The room burst into laughter. Conversations resumed. The man continued staring into his ale.
From somewhere in the dark of night outside rose a mad and hungry howl.
I felt really scary after reading his lore, but at the same time I got inspired to expand the lore, so please read it carefully (turn on the lights - it´s gonna be scary).
LORE EXPANSION - My imagination
In the shadowed swamps of the Continent of Mortis, where light barely pierces the thick canopies and the air is dense with decay, the legend of the Cursed Windeku was born. Once a noble warrior of the Mortis tribes, Windeku was renowned for his unmatched prowess in battle. However, his ambition and thirst for power led him down a dark path, one that would forever change his fate.
The Mortis tribes held many ancient secrets, among them the forbidden magic of necromancy. Windeku, obsessed with gaining the strength to defeat any foe, sought out the forbidden knowledge from an ancient necromancer who lurked deep within the cursed marshlands. He was warned that the magic he sought came with a terrible price, but Windeku, blinded by pride, proceeded without hesitation. Through a vile ritual, he fused his soul with the spirits of the dead, gaining immense power but also condemning himself to an eternity of torment.
As the dark magic took hold, Windeku’s body began to twist and deform. His once-human visage became skeletal, his flesh rotting and peeling away as a cursed aura enveloped him. His soul was no longer his own, bound eternally to the spirits he had called upon. They fed off his strength, making him nearly indestructible, but at the cost of his sanity and humanity.
Now known as the Cursed Windeku, this creature roams the swamps, a living embodiment of death itself. Those who dare to venture into his domain rarely return, and those who do speak of a horrifying figure whose every step is accompanied by the whispers of the dead. His mere presence causes the living to wither, and his cursed form is covered in deadly thorns, an embodiment of the pain he endures. Any warrior foolish enough to attack him in close combat finds themselves impaled, suffering the consequences of his eternal curse.
The Curse’s Toll
The spirits that reside within Windeku constantly gnaw at his essence, demanding more souls to feed their hunger. His existence is one of endless suffering, where neither death nor life offers solace. Yet, the cursed warrior endures, for within the depths of his soul, a fragment of the proud warrior remains, fighting to regain control of his body and undo the curse. However, the necromancer’s spell is too powerful, and Windeku’s fate is sealed – to wander the world as a twisted abomination, seeking vengeance on the living for the torment he suffers.
A Tool of Darkness
Windeku is often summoned by powerful Death mages and necromancers, who use his curse to devastate their enemies. His Thorns ability makes him a formidable front-line combatant, punishing anyone who dares to strike him. Though controlled by dark forces, Windeku’s underlying rage fuels his relentless assaults, making him an unpredictable and dangerous ally on the battlefield.
Legend Among the Undead
To the Death splinter, the Cursed Windeku is a figure of legend. His story serves as both a warning and an inspiration, a symbol of the great power one can achieve through necromancy, but also a reminder of the dangers that come with such forbidden knowledge. The undead and the living alike whisper his name with both fear and reverence, knowing that to summon the Cursed Windeku is to unleash a force beyond comprehension.
The cursed warrior marches eternally, seeking an end to his suffering, but no peace awaits the Cursed Windeku. Only darkness, death, and the cries of the spirits bound to him.
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