🔱🙏 Blight (Old notes on 1st Campaign)

Trinket - Alabaster mask

--Found laying under sand after washing ashore

--Made contact with mentor directly after finding that, first person to treat you well

--Not magical, but keep it as memento of meeting him

Random things he's taken:

-roll (ate it obvs)

-tongs from Oxnia's forge (returned to her apprentice, roof tile fell and smashed by his feet as he left - WHY)

-fork from orc cave I think?

-tin cup from orc cave -- there's an engraving of an apple on the bottom; Cycerath takes it to look at for a second and feels nauseous and like he should REALLY give it back to Blight

The night before the party sets out on the road to Cymril you have a dream. You're underwater, drowning. Above you is the surface of a turbulent ocean but it's strangely dark and peaceful where you are. Your lungs are burning as you finally release your last breath and sink further in the inky depth. As your vision starts to fade you see an enormous figure swim upwards toward you and you just have time to get an impression of blue skin and a humanoid face bearded with what looks like some kind of plant or coral. You feel a hand, a warm living hand, touch your back and the shock of it awakens you. You're back in the inn but there's nobody there with you in the room.

You find yourself in a storm-tossed ocean barely alive and clinging to a piece of driftwood as driving rain pounds into you and twenty foot swells of water tower over you. Lightning flashes revealing a last brilliantly bright sight of the Bantry as it founders and capsizes. The icy cold water penetrates your skin sucking the very strength out of you. Struggle as you might you can't maintain your grip and you slip beneath the waves.

It's quiet now, belying the violence of the storm above. A part of you rages against your body, willing yourself to struggle, to rise, to survive. However the piercing cold of the water turns into a bottomless numbness and you feel it suck your last breath from you almost gently as you sink peacefully further into the inky depths.

For what seems like an infinity you float in the still darkness. You're not sure if you've passed over and are in some strange new dark plane of existence or if your mind is stretching the final few seconds of your life as long as possible before death claims you.

A light appears below you, ghostly and white. You are unable to move your body or head to get a better view as it gets closer. A pale blue face rises into view, bearded with what looks like seaweed and set with piercing glowing blue eyes.

What do you offer? The voice is deep, cold and utterly without pity. The blue eyes burn with radiated cold.

You open your mouth to mouth the words, "My life. My service" but no sound emerges. The figure regards you for what seems like a thousand years, then raises his gaze and seems to speak to somebody behind you.

He will serve his purpose and fulfill his destiny. The blue figure raises a barnacle crusted trident and speaks a word of command. The image of an item appears before you. In the vision you recognize it but are unable to recall it once you awaken (note: this is your legendary item once you decide what type it is)

My gift, be he strong enough to claim it. My debt is paid. The figure suddenly vanishes back into the depths, leaving a swirling vortex of water in its wake.

You feel a hand on your shoulder, warm and living. An eerily familiar voice whispers to you in Infernal, "Go. Complete the circle."

The hand pushes you, propelling you upward with increasing speed. You rise out of the icy abyss and see the turbulent waves of the ocean above you coming closer. The hand withdraws just before you break the surface and you hear the whisper a final time.

"Find your way back to me."