Damaris Glimmerstone

Relic Hunter, Rogue Scholar, and the Halfling Who Knew Too Much   No one joins the Ebon Triad out of faith. Not really. You join for gold, power, and protection. For a promise.   Damaris Glimmerstone joined because he was good at finding things—especially the kinds of things that ought to stay buried. Cursed relics. Forgotten vaults. Lost names. He dug deep, and the Triad paid him well not to ask questions.   But then came the job in the Obsidian Scar.   The ruins were ancient. Black stone warped by fire and time. Down in the dark, beneath the bones of long-dead guardians, Damaris found something he was never meant to see: the truth behind the Triad’s most sacred artifacts.   He tried to walk away. Quietly. Silently.   Instead, the Faceless One gave him a gift. A bloodstone medallion, dark as dried rust and warm to the touch. “A token of trust,” the masked figure said. “You’ve done well.”   He returned to his family - his sister's family, and his little niece Clover Brightfoot. He had always brought her presents from his visits. This time, his pockets were empty - except for the medallion. She giggled when he put it around her neck. "It feels warm," she snickered.    That night, Damaris got drunk. In his stupor, paranoia began to creep in. Was the medallion a gift? Could the Faceless One have known what Damaris knew? Was the medallion dangerous?   He stumbled back to his sister's home to check on Clover. Not wanting to alarm anyone, he snuck into the child's room. She was sound asleep, still wearing the medallion. Damaris quietly tried to take it off of her. It wouldn't budge. Quite the opposite. It seemed to stick to her. Damaris panicked. He grabbed his dagger—an enchanted blade meant to sever magic—and tried to cut it free.   His sister ran in.   He never meant to kill her.   But he did.   The medallion flared. Clover screamed, and something answered. Blood and magic exploded through the air. Damaris was thrown through the window, broken and scorched.   He ran.   And he's been running ever since.   No allies. No Triad. No home.   Only a secret he can’t forget.