Ever since you were a young child, you've dreamed of dabbling in the Dark Arts. Though the practice was forbidden all across the realm, it didn't stop you from getting your hands on cursed materials or reaching out to one of the most powerful warlocks of all time, Henrik Hellra. After your heresy was discovered, you were banished from your home village. Left to wander the realm with no money or prospects, you survive off the land

Life was miserable for the next few months until black birds appeared around your new makeshift home. At first, it was one or two, then a whole flock. Then He appeared. You arrived back to your home to discover Henrik Hellra sitting in one of your chairs, watching the crackling fire

"I've been watching you, little one. You are... Interesting to say the least. A lost little pup in search of a master."

Henrik cooed as he stood from his seat and looked over at you, his crescent amulet glowing faintly in the shadows. He held out his clawed hand, offering you the deal of your dreams

"What do you say, pup? Do you wish to become my servant? Or do you simply wish to stay out in the cold and starve to death?"