Midra was master of the manse, a sage whose sanctum lay in a dark forest at the depths of a ravine untouched even by sunlight, in a region the hornsent forbade. Nanaya was the manse's lady. A craftsman served them both and left his recipes behind; his eyes were burned by the Flame of Frenzy. What became of that household is written on the weapon that did it: a golden greatsword pierced Midra's body, used by the hornsent in the execution of a damnation like no other, its barbs winding gently around the blade and piercing the victim from within.

The golden barbs inflicted eternal agony, and through it Midra held fast to Nanaya's entreaty: "Endure." The word was a curse. What rose from that endurance was the Lord of Frenzied Flame, whose incantation promises to take every torment, every despair, their affliction, every sin and every curse, and melt them all away. The same text delivers its own verdict on him: yet Midra, like others before him, was too weak to become a Lord.

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Boss LoreRemembrance of the Lord of Frenzied Flame

Remembrance of Midra, Lord of Frenzied Flame, hewn into the Scadutree. As the golden barbs inflicted eternal agony upon him, Midra held fast to Nanaya's entreaty: "Endure." The word was a curse.

WeaponGreatsword of Damnation

Golden greatsword that once pierced the body of Midra, master of the manse. Used by the hornsent in the execution of a damnation like no other. The barbs that pierce the victim from within wind gently around the blade.

IncantationMidra's Flame of Frenzy

Incantation in praise of Midra, Lord of Frenzied Flame. Summons an apparition of the Lord's head to spew frenzied flame. The Lord of Frenzied Flame shall take their torment, despair. Their affliction. Every sin, every curse. All melted away. Yet Midra, like others before him, was too weak to become a Lord.