Blessed by the Hydra King

The rainy weather and being in desperate need of a shower will never keep me from writing about one hell of a day. I last left my scribbles with the prospect of sacrificing a magic item to the demi-god hydra Syracuse. While the others were hesitant, my path was already chosen. The goddess rewards her hunters, through strength and luck from her gifts we prosper, but our gifts of strength and endurance sometimes come from other places. I did not know what sacrificing my bag of holding would bring, but if anyone could deal with a demi-god, I assumed a diplomat of the Llanowar clan could.
 
With our items left to dust on the altar, he offered us a deal, something so simple, it was nearly impossible to say no. He would help us, if only we helped him. Leave the shrine open to worshippers and we would find ourselves blessed by the hydra king. Go back on our word, and we would find ourselves cursed. It was a simple deal, but the Dragonborn seemed more interested in writing out a contract instead of taking the word of the hydra king. Their dealings showed a lack of people's knowledge of divinity. A being of pride and greed would not go against his word, but yet no one believed that.
 
A final confirmation of our deal brought with it a sense of pride as the skin of my back crawled. Watching the fur of the tabaxi change colors in the same place, I knew that my skin would be adorned with the markings of the hydra, etched into my skin the color of hydra scales. With it came power, a power that would be beneficial to the likes of a raging barbarian. It was a blessing that would aid a hunter, and a hunter I would be.
 
Once our blessings were secured, the ceiling above rumbled and scattered dust as the rotting corpse of the ancient hydra fell through, along with the cleric and the warlock. Syracuse had left us, but his part of the deal had been fulfilled. From here, it was our turn to please the demi-god.
 
The fight started, weapons slashing and the green glow of my rage lit the area around me as my face twisted into the snarl of grandfather's wolf totem. The water elementals summoned by the cleric bothered me little as I slashed through them and eventually made my way to the cleric. My strength did not falter as I grappled him, holding him still as the rest of the party continued fighting.
 
Taking a high powered spell at close range is something that no one ever wants, but I survived the cleric's terrible inflict wounds. But from there, the battle and its resulting ending seem fuzzy. My blessing saved me, but it does not fix hurt pride or sore limbs. We returned to Barkest in desperate need of a shower and rest. Tomorrow we would decide our next steps, but for now, it was time for a well-deserved rest.