"Lord Dagon, I wish to make a pact with you."
"What is it you desire?"
"Something to strike fear into the hearts of my foes."
"Fine, I'll give you this scar."
"You're...kidding, right? I just get this scar?"
"Hey, it looks pretty damn metal."
Quote from the book Deathbrand
"And the seal of that pact was the terrible wound that scarred his face, never to heal - the Deathbrand, which no man could look upon without flinching."
"All these years, I have looked for one who was worthy to take my place, or strong enough to take it from me. Not one of your even comes close. And so none of you shall have it."
He extended his hand. "In Dagon's name, I place a curse upon my armor, and my swords. This ship, and all it carries. Until the day when one of you can best me in combat, you shall have not a single coin." He looked up at them. "Be grateful I have left you with your lives."
The armor and swords were not Dagon's, only the curse placed unpo them.