Belt sighs and nods, then allows his conjured light to dissipate. The room seems colder without it.
The dragonborn closes his eyes and speaks a sacred prayer, then lightly touches Dieter's forehead with a single claw...
And Dieter
remembers… He is from Darkon, a mist-shrouded Domain of Dread in the Shadowfell. A shattered land, one on the brink of a supernatural calamity.
Even as this realization comes to him, the unfamiliar words develop into clear memories.
His home, the city of Il Aluk. His family, nobility. A crown…
A sudden pain pierces his temples, and Dieter instinctively lifts his hands expecting to find holes bored into his skull. Instead he touches… blood-slicked wood, twisted branches growing out of his temples and wrapping around to meet at the back of his head, like some kind of circlet. A crown…
For he is the son of Darkon’s wizard-tyrant king, Darcalus Rex.
Memories flood Dieter’s mind…
a realm of night, a plagued populace, undead horrors in the streets and in his home. Darcalus Rex’s bloody sacrifices to empower himself, to break free of his cursed prison. His mother pushing Ada into his arms and telling him to run. Into the Forest of Shadows, through the monsters that await in the mist…
…and losing Ada. His little sister’s cries of fear, her calls for help.
Dieter feels the icy hand of shame grip his heart as he remembers calling on his magic to flee the mists and the terror, to leave it all behind. To leave
her behind. His chest hurts so much he can hardly breathe. He can barely move.
Blind to all around him, not even knowing which way is up, Dieter fights to move his arms, his legs. He’s surrounded by heavy, cold dirt. Claustrophobia seizes him, and in his terror-induced clawing, fingers raw, he finally breaks through to warm air. The light of a sun he has never before seen sears his vision.
Coughing up dirt and gasping for air, Dieter hears screams of alarm. Horrified faces directed at him. Still trying to pull himself free of his hole in the ground, the boy throws his head back and hits something hard. The last thing he sees as his vision fades is a tombstone with his own blood smeared across it…
The next memory is the oldest Dieter’s had up until today.
He wakes up in a comfortable, warm bed. The kindly dwarf’s smile is the first thing he sees. "Well now, look who’s awake? Easy now, boy, you’ve had quite the ordeal. But you’re safe now. Why don’t we start with your name? I’m Tulfgar…"
And just like that, Dieter’s two lives come together, his memories link, and he’s aware of several important facts:
The land he came from is a cursed place, and he should never have been able to leave it. The shadow druid he met in the Cloakwood is indeed his sister. His mother, if she’s alive, must still be in Darkon, along with whatever other of his father’s tormented subjects might have survived the arcane calamity wrought by Darcalus Rex's ambition.
And, he knows some magic.
OOC:
Dieter gains the following features:
[ +- ] Darkvision
You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light and in darkness as if it were dim light. You discern colors in that darkness as shades of gray.
[ +- ] Magic
You know the Hex and Misty Step spells. You can cast one of these spells without expending a spell slot a number of times per day equal to your proficiency bonus, and regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.
