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Forgotten Realms: Heroes of Faerûn
Become a Gruesome Agent of Malice
A Scion of the Three draws power from a group of malevolent gods known in Baldur’s Gate as the Dead Three: Bane, a god of tyranny; Bhaal, a god of violence
and murder; and Myrkul, a god of death. While some Rogues of this subclass pledge themselves ardently to those three macabre gods, others are thrust on this path by a curse. Either way, a scion’s
Compendium
- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Tales from the Yawning Portal->a2
the forests north of Blasingdell. They keep their captives in a small pen until they put them to death or ransom them. A row of rough-hewn sapling trunks forms a crude but serviceable barrier across the
mouth of this small cave. A door locked with an iron padlock secures the room. Inside, you see two filthy prisoners dressed in tattered rags, crowding close to the door. “Thank Yondalla!” one cries
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- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Tales from the Yawning Portal->a2
the forests north of Blasingdell. They keep their captives in a small pen until they put them to death or ransom them. A row of rough-hewn sapling trunks forms a crude but serviceable barrier across the
mouth of this small cave. A door locked with an iron padlock secures the room. Inside, you see two filthy prisoners dressed in tattered rags, crowding close to the door. “Thank Yondalla!” one cries
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- Sources->Dungeons & Dragons->Tales from the Yawning Portal->a2
the forests north of Blasingdell. They keep their captives in a small pen until they put them to death or ransom them. A row of rough-hewn sapling trunks forms a crude but serviceable barrier across the
mouth of this small cave. A door locked with an iron padlock secures the room. Inside, you see two filthy prisoners dressed in tattered rags, crowding close to the door. “Thank Yondalla!” one cries






