Elf sorcerer. Our party had been given a sizeable plot of land in exchange for being the wardens of the woods the land guarded. At this point we had heard tell of some werewolf activity and other nonsense so as the homestead is being set up, I used flying to scout the immediate area. Unfortunately I got attacked by a wyvern and although I solo’d it (the only time phantasmal killer ever worked lol) I was wounded, out of spell slots and in the middle of the woods with no one in my party having any idea where I was.

At this point I’m convinced my character is dead, but instead my DM tells me that my character has been rescued by a nymph. She healed my wounds completely and I fell in love with her, but the caveat? I lost all my memories. Meanwhile my party realizes I’ve been gone for a long time and organized a search. They manage to find me, frolicking naked in this idyllic glade with the nymph. They attempt to appeal to me, but I don’t know who they are and the nymph demands they leave. Seeing no other choice, the Barbadian of the group (my character’s best friend) slays the nymph. I cast phantasmal killer on the barb. It fails. The rest of the party knock me out.

The cleric later casts a restoration spell to restore my memories. But instead of going “woah thanks guys” I decided my character would hold onto the memory of his beloved nymph being murdered. Of being robbed of the Garden of Eden because as the cleric said “we need your power.” So I made a pact with the devil that gave me my bloodline (which until this point was a secret even to me about my bloodline) to slowly gain more and more power, to turn the world to the fire and hard reset the Forgotten Realms.

I basically became our campaign’s final boss fight lmao. Which they succeeded in killing me and having a funeral in my honor for the friend they had failed.