Where once Dreadscythe Harridans were healers and nurturers, the Harridan Curse – dealt as a terrible reward by Nagash – reshapes them in death into something quite the opposite of what they once were. Where there were once healing hands, bonescythes grow; horrible reaping instruments meant for murder, borne by now-raging killers for whom the sight of blood is an inspiring vision spurring them on to further fury. While they retain memories of life, they cannot control their actions – each bears full witness to the atrocities they commit, yet can do nothing to halt.
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