There once was a king named Baltherion, whose flesh was hidden behind bandages, not from disease, but from corruption. Inspired by the figure of the leper king, this monarch was devoured not by plague, but by his deepest vice: gluttony. While his people starved, he held grotesque banquets in halls covered in gold and grease.
When there were no more roots to gnaw, the people took up not arms, but words. They cursed him with eternal hunger: a voracious desire that knows no satiation. Since then, his body rots, devouring itself, unable to find relief. His taste turned to ash, and his face, a crater of despair beneath bandages damp with tears and blood.
They say he still crawls through nameless lands, seeking a morsel to soothe the emptiness... unaware that the true hunger is that of his soul.