From what Roland had read in ancient texts, the essence of a Curse was Magic Energy steeped in malice or intense negative emotions.
A Caster would use their will, a ritual, or a special ability to forcibly "brand" this Energy onto a target.
This typically manifested as a forced distortion of the target's form, abilities, fate, or state of being, violating the natural laws of life and the fundamental Laws of the world.
Moreover, a Curse would establish a supernatural link between the Caster and the cursed, supplying the Energy needed to sustain its effect.
In simpler terms, once you were afflicted by a Curse, the torment and pain would shadow you for ages, ceaselessly gnawing away at your very being.
However…
Roland narrowed his eyes, recalling the lore on Curses as he carefully examined the weapon in his hands.
This was the Secret Silver Longsword he had won by defeating Gandar in the martial tournament hosted by King Morne in Distant Harbor.
