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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cthulhu's Librarian" data-source="post: 960175" data-attributes="member: 11064">"Celina, knock that off before I make you disappear, and it WILL hurt. Give me a hand, will you? I think I dropped my breastplate and pack somewhere in the bushes here." Finn was one of a new group of Clerics that served Pelor but were held at a distance by the temples. Young, strong, and continually in trouble, he had been picked up off the streets and brought into the fold as part of the churchs "Everlasting Light" program. He had proved a good student until the headmaster had told him to never forget his place, that he would always be at the bottom where the street urchans belonged. After he served his 3 weeks in solitary prayer for knocking the headmaster flat on his back, he was assigned to the travelling misionary group, given some supplies, and sent out into the world told only to return after reaching 100 converts. A fat chance he had of doing that, he could hardly remember to keep his things together, much less find someone who would lsiten to him preach. He had spent the last of his coin on drink, and it certainly showed. His armor was dented, his mace badly in need of polishing, and his clothes needed mending. And now he was here in the wilderness, trying to earn some fame and fortune and find his own way in the world.</blockquote>