Cursed totems did not belong in the archive of Sarenrae’s temple, and yet somehow one had ended up there. The fiend bound in the totem waited for sometime to be found, until one day a young cleric named Amina searched through an unremarkable box. When her fingers brushed against it she froze, the brief touch enough to let it gain a hold in her soul as her body fell to the ground seizing.

Cursed totems did not belong in the archive of Sarenrae’s temple, and yet somehow one had ended up there. The fiend bound in the totem waited for sometime to be found, until one day a young cleric named Amina searched through an unremarkable box. When her fingers brushed against it she froze, the brief touch enough to let it gain a hold on her soul as her body fell to the ground seizing.