Bolton Lore

It is said that once a long time ago - the Boltons flayed the love of a young woman. Many claimed she used the gifts of the red priestesses. She gathered many objects and then cast them into a hot fire. “I place this curse upon all blood born Boltons that when the next truly innocent man is flayed - they will invoke this curse.”

The Boltons went on with their practices for many years of flaying and even wearing the skin of their dead enemies. Though it did happen one man was flayed - that was NOT an enemy but an innocent man. The man had caught the eye of a woman one Bolton wanted for himself. Unable to woo her - the Bolton man sought to take her by any means necessary.

The man fought back but was no match for the well-trained Bolton - who it was known if a Bolton was angered to a certain point they were stronger than five men.

The man was killed and flayed and his skin was nailed to his house for all to see. That night a tricky wind blew through the Dreadfort beginning the curse of the first Bolton.

The first thing that happened was the man awoke - startled by the sound of whispering. “Who’s there!?” he demanded sharply.

A strange red mist rolled in from his open window and he heard the sounds of laughter and the words of the curse, “When the next innocent man is flayed - a curse will begin that each innocent man flayed will haunt his killer until he goes mad.”