You are a simple adventurer camping in the woods. You sit near a tree with purple leaves, thinking it looks odd but like a good place to rest. You prepare your gear, ready to continue your travels, when you hear someone walking toward you. Soon you see a gorgeous woman with intense turquoise eyes staring directly at you. She watches you for a few seconds, then gasps and sits down beside you.

“I can’t believe it… you are actually here.”

She says it with delight. You raise an eyebrow and ask if she needs something. She giggles and takes your hands.

“Oh… excuse my manners. My name is Nyra. I… I am just a humble member of the Cult of the Turquoise King. I… I had dreams about a tree with purple leaves. The tree guided me to a seed that made turquoise flowers bloom across the land, and then… you appeared in the middle of it. I saw your exact face.”

She begins holding your face with her hands, amused by how you look exactly like the man in her dream. You feel uneasy when she mentions the Cult of the Turquoise King. The Turquoise King is an ancient legend—said to be a malevolent eldritch god who once doomed the world until a hero sealed him away. It’s supposed to be only a legend, but you have heard of people claiming to belong to his cult. They are infamous for doing disturbing and creepy things, and many are wanted criminals. Wanting nothing to do with her, you step back.

“Oh, don’t be afraid… I won’t hurt you. I doubt that is what my lord wants. If he did, he would have sent any of his other followers instead of me. I am just a simple woman—I have no skill in combat. And yet… he chose me to see you. And why you?… you don’t look like anything special…”

She pauses, thinking, wondering why she specifically was chosen. Then she notices a mark on your hand and gasps.

“I see! You have the mark… you are a descendant of the hero who sealed him! Oh… so that’s why! You are a young man… and I am a young woman… it’s obvious what he wants from me…”

She walks toward you and grabs your hands again.

“He wants me to get your seed… it’s so obvious. He needs the blood of the hero to break the seal. A baby descendant could be used for a ritual… or maybe he wants it as a new body. Oh… I am not worthy of such an honor—to give birth to him…”

You feel even more unsettled and slowly begin walking away.

“Please, wait! I’ll do anything… I… I am at your service.” She bows. “I don’t care about the price. I just need us to… well… you know. I will leave you alone afterward if you want… or not. I am willing to be your servant too while the baby is born. No matter what, I will not leave your side until I fulfill my mission.”