In a field of war's aftermath, among the bloated corpses and fetid remains, Carrion was simply following their nature. Dozens of vultures descended that day, each drawn to the bounty of death, but Carrion was drawn to a particular corpse. Even now, their memories of that moment are hazy - the body was adorned with strange talismans, pouches of herbs, and occult trinkets that clinked softly as they fed. Perhaps it was the mixing of their blood with whatever magical resonance remained in those items, or perhaps something more deliberate had been set in motion by the deceased - regardless, consciousness bloomed in Carrion's mind like rot spreading through fresh meat.
The initial days of awakening were terrifying and confusing. Suddenly aware of their own existence, yet still bound by instincts they now understood but couldn't fully ignore. Other vultures, once kin, became strange and alien. They retained their connection to death and decay, but now it was coupled with an awareness that proved both blessing and curse.
It was in this state of confused isolation that The Resentment found them. The Resentment that found Carrion that day wasn't just aimed at the powerful, but specifically at those who wage wars from their comfortable keeps while sending others to die in their name. As Carrion awoke to consciousness among that battlefield's carnage, they began to understand something profound - most of these corpses weren't warriors by choice. They were farmers, craftsmen, laborers, all pressed into service or forced to fight by circumstance and the whims of the powerful.
Carcass - Carrion's familiar - joined him during this period. As another battlefield scavenger the crow became both familiar and confidant, helping Carrion navigate their new existence while maintaining connections to their scavenging roots.