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Adventure Title
FR-DC-JIBEA-01 The Blood-Cursed Chosen

Session

Date Played
2025-07-06 19:00:00 UTC

Levels Gained

GP +/-
1000

Downtime +/-
10.0

Location Played
Roll20

DM Name
JinxedBear

DM DCI Number
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Notes
1x Spell Wrought Tattoo of Life Transference 1x Spell Wrought Tattoo of Summon Undead 1x Perfume of Bewitching “Story Award: Whispers of Peace” Awarded for: Successfully freeing Lysandra’s soul and returning her to Kelemvor's embrace. Effect: Word of the party’s deed spreads quietly among those who listen to the stillness between life and death. In sacred places, old priests and deathless spirits nod in passing silence. Ghosts part the way without hostility. The party has earned the silent respect of those who tend the threshold. Narrative Benefit: In future adventures, agents of Kelemvor—mortals and immortals alike—may offer unexpected trust, guidance, or information. The players are not just adventurers—they are soulkeepers.

Magic Items

Name	Rarity	Location	Counts?
Talking Doll	Common	FR-DC-JIBEA-01 The Blood-Cursed Chosen	false
DMG'24p315 Wondrous item, common (requires attunement) The puppet is a diminutive, porcelain-skinned replica of Lysandra—perfectly sculpted cheekbones, the same cascade of raven hair, but its beauty is forever frozen beneath a fine web of hairline cracks. Hollow glass eyes—one a shade too bright, the other ever so slightly askew—gleam with trapped candle-light, giving the unsettling impression that something inside is trying to peer out. A tattered black wedding gown—stitched from funeral veils and midnight satin—clings to its frail wooden frame. Every hem is frayed as though moth-eaten by time, yet intricate silver embroidery still glitters like frost along the corset seams. Where a living bride would wear lace gloves, the puppet’s jointed fingers are bare maple, stained the color of old blood around the nails. Most disturbing is the golden wedding band looped loosely around its right wrist—far too large to fit any finger, it slides and clinks with every jerky marionette twitch, an ironic mockery of vows never sworn. With each subtle movement, the dress sighs as if woven with whispers, and faint necromantic sigils pulse beneath the silk like bruises on pale skin. When the necromancer’s strings tug, the puppet’s cracked lips part in a silent laugh, and for an instant the bride of darkness seems poised to step out of her doll’s body and claim a life of her own. Normal press (devoted yet unsettling) “Wound me tighter, beloved master.” Failsafe press (after the necromancer’s death – obsessive, ominous) “Your heart has stopped; mine hunts. Death...won’t keep...us apart.” Only the Necromancer can attune to this Item. Once he dies the failsafe activates and the message stays forever the same. The Ring can be kept as a Trinket. Its inner is engraved with the following text: "LYSANDRA—MINE IN LIFE, MINE IN DEATH, MINE BEYOND THE LAST DAWN."
Glaive of the Twice-Damned (Glaive of Wounding with Beacon Property)	Rare	FR-DC-JIBEA-01 The Blood-Cursed Chosen	false
DMG'24p314 Weapon, rare (requires attunement) Martial weapon, melee weapon 6 lb. 1d10 Slashing Heavy, Reach, Two‑Handed Mastery: Graze When you hit a creature with an attack using this magic weapon, the target takes an extra 2d6 Necrotic damage and must succeed on a DC 15 Constitution saving throw or be unable to regain Hit Points for 1 hour. The target repeats the save at the end of each of its turns, ending the effect on itself on a success. Wraith-Light. As a bonus action, you can stir the glaive’s restless spirits, making it leak a cold, ectoplasmic radiance that casts ghostly bright light in a 10-foot radius and pale dim light for another 10 feet. You can use the same bonus action to hush the dead and snuff the glow. "This ancient glaive once gleamed with radiant silver, a symbol of divine judgment wielded by one of Kelemvor's Chosen—an unwavering arbiter of death’s balance. Its edge was guided by sacred law, a blessing from the Lord of the Dead himself. In her righteous hand, the Chosen cut down undead and abominations that defied the natural cycle, her every strike a sermon of final rest. But death came for even her. Her mortal passing should have been her final reward—peace in the arms of her god. Yet a mad necromancer, obsessed beyond reason, exhumed her body and attempted to wrench her soul back from Kelemvor’s domain. The resurrection failed. Her soul recoiled. Her body remained—a hollow vessel filled with bitterness and cold rage. So too did her glaive change. Now the weapon radiates a sickly chill. The once-gleaming blade is cracked and blackened, veins of shadow threading through its length like dried blood. Where once it shone with radiant light, it now drips with a flickering, pale green glow, like grave-lanterns in a crypt. It weeps with unholy energy, mourning its purpose and yearning for release—or vengeance."
Veilbinds of the Forsaken	Rare	FR-DC-JIBEA-01 The Blood-Cursed Chosen	false
(+2 Wraps of Unarmed Power with Sentinel Property) DMG'24p325 Wondrous item, rare While wearing these wraps, you have a +2 bonus to attack rolls and damage rolls made with your Unarmed Strikes. Those strikes deal your choice of Force damage or their normal damage type. Phantom Beacon. The wraps exude a wan, red, ghost-lit shimmer whenever restless spirits or other undead drift within 120 feet. "These tattered wraps were once the burial linens of the Chosen of Kelemvor. Woven from consecrated silk and embroidered with funerary prayers, they were gently bound around her corpse with reverence, sealing her passage into the afterlife. Meant to honor her service and guide her soul in peace, they held the lingering essence of sanctity and rest. But her rest was stolen. When the mad necromancer violated her tomb and bound her soul to a ruined corpse, the sacred cloth was the first to blacken. As divine light recoiled from the act, the prayers embroidered into the wraps twisted—letters seared into cryptic sigils, their meanings inverted. The shrouds drank in the surge of failed resurrection magic, fusing with necrotic energy and hate-born defiance. Now, these wraps serve as conduits of corrupted strength. When wound around a living bearer’s fists, they feel warm like flesh and pulse faintly, as though remembering the heartbeat of the corpse they once embraced. The force of each strike is not merely physical—it is spiritual, carrying the wrath of a soul denied peace."
Gravemaiden's Aegis	Rare	FR-DC-JIBEA-01 The Blood-Cursed Chosen	false
(Dragonguard with Guardian Property) PaBTSOp72 Medium armor (breastplate), rare 20 lb. AC 14 + Dex (max 2) You have a +1 bonus to AC while wearing this armor. It grants its wearer advantage on saving throws against the breath weapons of Dragons. Spectral Sentinel. The Chosen’s restless shade drifts at your shoulder, whispering a chill warning the instant danger stirs. While you are not Incapacitated, you gain a +2 bonus to Initiative. "This hauntingly elegant set of armor was once a sacred vestment of a revered warrior-priestess of Kelemvor. Forged in sanctified steel, it was designed not only to protect her body, but to reflect her solemn role as a dignified guide to the afterlife—a figure of peace, finality, and mercy. It bore the sigils of judgment and balance, its dark tones an homage to death's inevitability, not its cruelty. But death was not her end. After her fall in battle, her corpse was stolen by a deranged necromancer, a man who had once loved her in secret. His forbidden ritual tore her soul from the grasp of Kelemvor, but the god’s divine protection had not faded. The resurrection failed—and the body twisted. The armor, once a vessel of divine purpose, absorbed the backlash of celestial and necrotic forces and was forever changed. What remains is a grim echo of its former self. The armor's dark beauty endures, but now it radiates cold, hateful energy. Subtle runes of warding are cracked, weeping black ichor in fine lines across the plating. Its intricate lace-like trim and high gothic form remain pristine—as if mocking the purity it once stood for. A bitter aura lingers around it, whispering of interrupted rest and vengeance denied."