Mormo and the Tale of Cursed Silver

In ancient days the malign spirit Mormo drank human blood without ever quenching her craving, and so went down to the Underworld to sup on souls.

Past Cerberus she crept to the Styx, yet no crossing came without Charon — and her ruse collapsed when her fare gave her away: silver coin, not mortal bronze.

Then Charon laid his curse: may silver destroy her and her whole breed, searing them as red-hot iron sears robbers and deceivers. Ever since, Mormo and every blood-drinker abhor silver, and shall to time's end.

Odds are datamined assuming a fresh roll; pity bonuses and duplicate protection adjust them as you play.

• Mevasser Witchcraft Vendor 9.3%
• Henrik Merchant 9.3%

• Generic Junk 8.3%