Conspiratorial Essence
Oozes extracted from the bodies of the Lightless Conspirators. The thick liquids still writhe in their containers.
Few were the kin who would turn over their fellow to the whim of giants for their own gain, but exist these kin did. Even Sage Sigrid’s mighty brothers gave in to the desire for self preservation. Their loyalty saw them made the protectorate of Khoving and immune from the burden of blood and bone and becoming Yoked by the Christened, but their bodies and minds were still permanently altered for their loyalty, or lack thereof.
The ichor seems to broil with the urge to remake itself in the image of greatness. Perhaps a master craftsmen could make something of it…