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<blockquote data-quote="Jago" data-source="post: 6955835" data-attributes="member: 6855130"><p><a href="https://www.dropbox.com/s/5v310tviny5cp2s/Faindil.pdf?dl=0" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 18px">Faindil, the Flame-Carer of Kalethee</span></a></p><p></p><p>[sblock=Backstory]A Drow on the Surface is a curious thing, often met with revulsion and sharp steel. Faindil is even more curious within that category, being not only unharmed but trusted by his community. A survivor of a terrifying tunnel collapse that destroyed the underground town he was born in, Faindil had wandered the surface looking for a new home when he stumbled into the unlikely care of Flame-Carer Sarwick; the man that would introduce the dark elf to Kalethee.</p><p>Where he was once turned away, Sarwick gave Faindil bread and water in return for light labor in the care of his temple, devoted to the Goddess of the Merciful Flame, Kalethee. Where other villages suffered grievously at the hands of bandits and raiders, the simple town of Magran's Rest managed to not only survive but thrive in this troubled age. Sarwick informed Faindil that this was due to the protection of Kalethee, that her faithful would always share in her guarding light. Curious, Faindil stayed with the priest for some time, tending to the temple and learning more of this Goddess of Light.</p><p></p><p>Though a young elf, Faindil was with Sarwick for nearly 4 decades before the priest finally succumbed to his old age, passing peacefully in the night. Having been there for so long and having studied dutifully about the Caregiver, Faindil happily assumed the new role of Flame-Carer once Sarwick was laid to rest. Instead of a quiet life of preaching and charity, a rough knock upon the temple's doors crashed Faindil's world down much like the tunnel collapse years before.</p><p></p><p>Ruffians and bandits had accosted Faindil within the Temple, demanding their monthly fee. The Drow professed that he honestly knew nothing about what they spoke, and the leader of these brigands saw fit to explain that Sarwick, the kindly old priest, had been paying off this group of thugs with donations from the village, alongside selling or outright forfeiting sacred relics to the thieves to keep them from destroying the village. The Priest had never told Faindil of this, but now the debt rested upon his shoulders: pay the Bandit's fee, or Magran's Rest would burn to the ground. Out of the kindness of their own hearts, the raiders would give the new Priest a single month to collect their demanding sum.</p><p></p><p>The Temple was not a rich one, nor could Faindil stomach the idea of these wolves growing fat on the hard-earned coin of unsuspecting sheep. In desperation, he did the only thing he could think of: He prayed. He cried to his Goddess for her mercy and light, and he received an answer back. His voice now called forth the searing Light of Kalethee, his hands coaxed her Fire to do his bidding. A strange sensation of warmth filled his soul, feeling as though he had been blessed by Kalethee to carry on her work, and now he had the power to do so. </p><p></p><p>While Faindil was certain that his newfound fire was not enough to defeat the bandits entirely, he assumed that he could at least make some honest money through this new Light. Resolved, the Drow went on sabbatical to Ivenho, following the call of pay for work in the hopes of finding enough gold to keep the raiders at bay, all while learning more of his new connection to hopefully, one day, drive the wolves away from his flock for good.[/sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Jago, post: 6955835, member: 6855130"] [url=https://www.dropbox.com/s/5v310tviny5cp2s/Faindil.pdf?dl=0][SIZE=5]Faindil, the Flame-Carer of Kalethee[/SIZE][/url] [sblock=Backstory]A Drow on the Surface is a curious thing, often met with revulsion and sharp steel. Faindil is even more curious within that category, being not only unharmed but trusted by his community. A survivor of a terrifying tunnel collapse that destroyed the underground town he was born in, Faindil had wandered the surface looking for a new home when he stumbled into the unlikely care of Flame-Carer Sarwick; the man that would introduce the dark elf to Kalethee. Where he was once turned away, Sarwick gave Faindil bread and water in return for light labor in the care of his temple, devoted to the Goddess of the Merciful Flame, Kalethee. Where other villages suffered grievously at the hands of bandits and raiders, the simple town of Magran's Rest managed to not only survive but thrive in this troubled age. Sarwick informed Faindil that this was due to the protection of Kalethee, that her faithful would always share in her guarding light. Curious, Faindil stayed with the priest for some time, tending to the temple and learning more of this Goddess of Light. Though a young elf, Faindil was with Sarwick for nearly 4 decades before the priest finally succumbed to his old age, passing peacefully in the night. Having been there for so long and having studied dutifully about the Caregiver, Faindil happily assumed the new role of Flame-Carer once Sarwick was laid to rest. Instead of a quiet life of preaching and charity, a rough knock upon the temple's doors crashed Faindil's world down much like the tunnel collapse years before. Ruffians and bandits had accosted Faindil within the Temple, demanding their monthly fee. The Drow professed that he honestly knew nothing about what they spoke, and the leader of these brigands saw fit to explain that Sarwick, the kindly old priest, had been paying off this group of thugs with donations from the village, alongside selling or outright forfeiting sacred relics to the thieves to keep them from destroying the village. The Priest had never told Faindil of this, but now the debt rested upon his shoulders: pay the Bandit's fee, or Magran's Rest would burn to the ground. Out of the kindness of their own hearts, the raiders would give the new Priest a single month to collect their demanding sum. The Temple was not a rich one, nor could Faindil stomach the idea of these wolves growing fat on the hard-earned coin of unsuspecting sheep. In desperation, he did the only thing he could think of: He prayed. He cried to his Goddess for her mercy and light, and he received an answer back. His voice now called forth the searing Light of Kalethee, his hands coaxed her Fire to do his bidding. A strange sensation of warmth filled his soul, feeling as though he had been blessed by Kalethee to carry on her work, and now he had the power to do so. While Faindil was certain that his newfound fire was not enough to defeat the bandits entirely, he assumed that he could at least make some honest money through this new Light. Resolved, the Drow went on sabbatical to Ivenho, following the call of pay for work in the hopes of finding enough gold to keep the raiders at bay, all while learning more of his new connection to hopefully, one day, drive the wolves away from his flock for good.[/sblock] [/QUOTE]
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