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Adventure Title
FR-DC-JIBEA-01 The Blood-Cursed Chosen
FR-DC-JIBEA-01 The Blood-Cursed Chosen
Session
Date Played
2025-07-06 19:00:00 UTC
2025-07-06 19:00:00 UTC
Levels Gained
GP +/-
Downtime +/-
10.0
10.0
Location Played
Roll20
Roll20
DM Name
JinxedBear
JinxedBear
DM DCI Number
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Notes
# Story Award **Scion of the Balanced Heart** Awarded to any character who consumes the Heart of Devotion and carries its radiance within their own. You have swallowed the luminous Heart of Devotion, a relic once offered to Kelemvor as proof that love can temper judgment. The artifact dissolved into your flesh, leaving a faint, palm-sized scar above your sternum that pulses with a soft, golden glow. Though its power has spent itself, its legacy endures in you. Narrative Boons *Mark of Mercy.* Priests, acolytes, and funerary caretakers who serve Kelemvor, the Judge of the Dead, feel an instinctive reverence when they notice the scar. They greet you with solemn respect, offer guidance without payment, and may waive minor temple fees such as burial rites or divination services. *Echo of the Heartbeat.* In moments of utter stillness—graveyards at midnight, crypt corridors deep underground—you sometimes hear a single resonant thump that no one else perceives. It points you unerringly toward desecrated ground or unliving abominations in need of judgment, guiding your party like a moral compass. *Whisper of the Departed.* Spirits bound to unfinished vows—in particular children, widows, or oath-sworn knights—recognize a sliver of hope in you. They will attempt to communicate first with you before resorting to haunting or violence, granting your group chances for parley where others would earn only terror. Narrative Complications *Beacon of Balance.* Necromancers, wraiths, and other entities that defy the natural passage of souls feel a subtle sting in your presence. Some recoil; others become obsessed with extinguishing the scar’s light and may track or single you out in a crowd. *Weight of Judgment.* When you knowingly commit an act that would disturb the balance between life and death—raising an unwilling corpse, defiling a grave, or striking down a helpless foe—the scar chars black for a night and throbs with cold pain. Those who notice may question your worthiness—or your own conscience might. # Loot - GP - Spellwrought Tattoo: Summon Undead - Spellwrought Tattoo: Life Transferance - Doll of Lysandra (Talking Doll) - Hoard? Glaive? Breastplate? Unarmed Power +2
# Story Award **Scion of the Balanced Heart** Awarded to any character who consumes the Heart of Devotion and carries its radiance within their own. You have swallowed the luminous Heart of Devotion, a relic once offered to Kelemvor as proof that love can temper judgment. The artifact dissolved into your flesh, leaving a faint, palm-sized scar above your sternum that pulses with a soft, golden glow. Though its power has spent itself, its legacy endures in you. Narrative Boons *Mark of Mercy.* Priests, acolytes, and funerary caretakers who serve Kelemvor, the Judge of the Dead, feel an instinctive reverence when they notice the scar. They greet you with solemn respect, offer guidance without payment, and may waive minor temple fees such as burial rites or divination services. *Echo of the Heartbeat.* In moments of utter stillness—graveyards at midnight, crypt corridors deep underground—you sometimes hear a single resonant thump that no one else perceives. It points you unerringly toward desecrated ground or unliving abominations in need of judgment, guiding your party like a moral compass. *Whisper of the Departed.* Spirits bound to unfinished vows—in particular children, widows, or oath-sworn knights—recognize a sliver of hope in you. They will attempt to communicate first with you before resorting to haunting or violence, granting your group chances for parley where others would earn only terror. Narrative Complications *Beacon of Balance.* Necromancers, wraiths, and other entities that defy the natural passage of souls feel a subtle sting in your presence. Some recoil; others become obsessed with extinguishing the scar’s light and may track or single you out in a crowd. *Weight of Judgment.* When you knowingly commit an act that would disturb the balance between life and death—raising an unwilling corpse, defiling a grave, or striking down a helpless foe—the scar chars black for a night and throbs with cold pain. Those who notice may question your worthiness—or your own conscience might. # Loot - GP - Spellwrought Tattoo: Summon Undead - Spellwrought Tattoo: Life Transferance - Doll of Lysandra (Talking Doll) - Hoard? Glaive? Breastplate? Unarmed Power +2
Magic Items
| Name | Rarity | Location | Table | Result | Counts? |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Doll of Lysandra (Talking Doll) | Common | false | |||
| Talking Doll 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." | |||||