In the intricate dance of life, I, the benevolent weaver of ailments, bestow upon mortals the tapestry of disease. From the threads of affliction, emerges the strength of resilience; from the loom of discomfort, blooms the flower of growth. Embrace my gifts, for through the crucible of sickness, you shall forge the mettle of endurance, and in the symphony of healing, discover the harmony of renewal.
The god of disease, decay, but also evolution, renewal, and adaptation. Those that follow Bolez regularly speak of how one, or sometimes many, afflictions that they've suffered have provided them with significant insight. Tales of revelations that caused them to completely change who and sometimes
what they are into something unrecognizable from before. Warriors became priests, servants became lords. The followers who have found themselves changed, tend to bear their afflictions as a blessing, the scars left as proclomations of Bolez's love. It can be difficult to tell if it's delerium from fever or a zealous fervor, but does it matter, is that not the same?
