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

Levels Gained

Location Played
Roll20

Notes
## Loot Spell Wrought Tattoos: Summon Undead, Life Transference ### Veilbinds of the Forsaken (+2 Wraps of Unarmed Power with Sentinel Property) 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." ### Perfume of Bewitching This tiny vial contains magic perfume, enough for one use. You can take a Magic action to apply the perfume to yourself, and its effect lasts 1 hour. For the duration, you have Advantage on all Charisma (Deception and Persuasion) checks made to influence a creature within 5 feet of yourself. ### Doll of Lysandra (Talking Doll) 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." ### Story Award: tory 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.