Dead Character
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Shadow's job application:

Name: Shadow Bloodspell

Scrying information: Please don't scry on me (;

As an established cult member I bring the dark arts of necromancy to the team. The very power of life and death rests in the palm of my hands! (One will be heavily favored over the other.)

Skills:

Water creation
Gear upkeep
Cooking

Dear diary

These last 2 days on the run have been . . . eventful. I accidently became a lich. Long story. The first day was mainly uneventful, just traveling and chatting with some lovely folk. We Caught some fish on the first night and told stories over the campfire.

The second day was a bit more eventful as we traveled towards the source of the disturbance we were looking to investigate. First we came across a set of gravity fluxuations (This was a touch hair raising) and we had to deal with figuring out how to stop the party from separating themselves again. The next obstacle was a river cursed by dark magics (Not dissimilar to the river Krykix from the stories dad used to tell me, it even came complete with a guardian!) where we were met with a complete ass . . . .I was hoping to have a mule, but the animal just. . . popped on me. (Reminder to self, clean out clothing next time I get some soap) After the river altercation we came across a cube containing secrets that assault the mind. . . best not to listen too closely, but others may discover something within the cacophony. Then. . .sitting in the middle of the road was a perfectly good wooden duck. It's my good luck charm now, it seems magical. I don't know what it does, but I also know magical items have supernatural durability, so I'll be using to test for traps in the future.

Finally we arrived at the source of the magical distortions in the local area: a shattered orb of darkness. It seems to have had chance to multiply and surround itself with dark minions. As soon as I foolishly touched the shattered remains of the original relic, the child orbs sent out their minions: fierce draconic things that steal the magic of others. . .to be fair, I don't remember much of that fight. I was struggling to stay awake despite blood loss. But, I think we won?

Even now as I write this in the early morning of the day after, I think back to how I crossed the river of death and passed onto the next life, I emerged . . .changed. My flesh now shifts between the living and dead. I've had a phylactery delivered to me by, what I can only assume is Death themselves. As I stare into the embers of the fire, getting ready to stoke the flames to start prepping breakfast, I think about the journey home. It took us 2 days in, but we're not in a rush, so hopefully we can go a touch slower and watch out for the fluff beast on the way back. (I'm cooking an extra pancake just for them!) Hopefully I'll see my friends who went on this quest with me again, but if not I'll prep a parting gift for each of them by the time we get back to civilization. Nothing too big, perhaps a braided grass bracelet or pressed flowers, we'll see what the journey ahead brings.

May you remember the faces and joy to the end.

-ST