“In my campagin, Sylvalur, our Kenku rogue, thought…”
In my campagin, Sylvalur, our Kenku rogue, thought it best to imbibe a mysterious corked vial of red liquid. He had successfully determined that the substance within was blood. This wasn't particularly surprising, neither to the player or the rest of the party. Sylvalur had up to this point had an improbable number of vampiric encounters so they'd become a bit numb to the strange happenings he so frequently found himself knee deep in. He had found this vial of blood after following a cryptic note left to him by his ex employer who lets say had her fingers in many not so good pies. Everyone else at this point had gone to attempt a much needed long rest. Sylvalur had other plans. Ever the impulsive one, he consumed the blood, failed to resist its necrotic magic and in short order found himself on deaths door step. If not for a party wide spell designed to alert one another in the event of a member reaching zero hit points, Sylvalur would have soon arisen the following morning as a Vampire. Thankfully, the rest of the group were quick to act and were able to cure him before the curse fully took hold.
P.S. Its worth noting that Sylvalur has been cursed with and cured of…