You are about to enter Faerûn — not as a hero, not as a villain, not as a free agent with choices and destinations of your own.

You will enter as a familiar.

A creature summoned. A creature bound. A creature called into existence by a master who decides when you live, when you fade, and what you will die for. You may be brilliant. You may be cunning. You may be loyal, bitter, devout, or scheming. But you will serve.

Death is not the end for you. Death is an inconvenience — a moment of nothing, and then return. Your master may send you into traps to spring them. May sacrifice you to buy time. May watch you die and resummon you before your body cools. This is your existence.