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Thou inquirest as to my Name and History? Know, then, that I am height
Sanantha Larácellan, and
I
hail from Khezik Tor. I am of half-elven Blood, and a Paladin of Tor, the
Hammer of Justice.
Description
Height: 5’7"
Hair: Light Brown [slightly curly; usually worn down or braided]
Eyes: Hazel
Tattoos: Sanantha has a tattoo of a Lillend on her left, upper arm, with the tail of the
lillend wrapping down around her arm.
Piercings: Both ears are pierced multiple times.
Apparent Race: Half-elf [pale complexion]
Sanatha speaks with a refined accent, and occasionally lapses into a more archaic form of Common. She
is a paladin, but she's
not particularly prudish or stodgy, having been raised by adventurers and trained by a rather roughly
socialized dwarf, and has
been known to drink and swear along with the most uncouth of barbarians. She has the utmost respect
for the law, however, and
will not violate the rules of the Church of Tor or her honor code.
Her usual adventuring dress (which is what she generally wears) includes sturdy boots and trousers,
and a tunic and gloves of slate
blue suede, trimmed with burgundy, and a cloak or cape in blue or burgundy (these are typical colors
for a follower of Tor). She
wears chain mail, fights with a battle axe of dwarven make, and carries a pack stuffed with
adventuring and survival gear. She is
fully as capable of making a good showing at a ball as she is roughing it in the wilderness, but she
is more comfortable with the
latter.
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My parents, alack, perished in Flame when I was but nine Years of Age. My Father, height Turas, was a
Wizard, and my Mother a Bard height Sarliira. The twain were
half-elven, Adventurers who had retired to run a well-appointed Shoppe, styled the Gryphon’s Arms,
purveying magical Supplies and small Items of Enchantment. We made
our Home on the second Floor of this Shoppe. I was awakened one Night by Cries and the stinging Scent
of Smoke. I remember Little of what followed, excepting that I saw
my Father astride the flaming Stair, and he slew a Sword-wielding Man in dark Array with a Bolt of
Lightning which struck from his Hand. I heard my Mother cry out, but I
could not find her for the Smoke, and the Room seemed to reel as I sought to Escape. I believe that
perhaps I lost my Wits from the Smoke, for I cannot recall how I was
taken from the Building; I came to myself in the Company of a Soot-painted dwarven Warrior, and that
of my Grandmother, who told me that the Dwarf had saved my Life. I
did not see my Home burn down, though I returned two Days hence with my Oma to the charred Ruin to
scavenge what we could. Nor do I know to this Day who started the
Blaze or what the armed Men wanted with my Parents; Oma sold what remained in the Shop to support her
in my upbringing and to pay the Fee for my Apprenticeship. For,
quoth she, as thy Life was saved by the bold Sir Drauthon Shieldarm, thou owest to him a Life-debt,
and so thou art to follow his Path. He was a Paladin of Tor, was Sir
Drauthon, and was styled the Black Dog by some for the Emblem which he bore on his Shield. He was
white of Beard even then, but strong of Arm, and learned in the Ways
of the Warrior and of the Smith. When I had reached my fifteenth Year, I left my Grandmother’s Home
to follow my Master in his Travels and to learn the Ways of my Calling.
He taught me the Use of the Axe and the Shield, and the making of Armor and Weapons. He taught me
also the Honor Code of the Followers of Tor, and the secret Skills of
Paladin-hood; to search Souls for the Taint of Evil, to heal, to shield myself from the Weakness of
Spirit that would allow the Invasion of Disease into my Body.
Drauthon returned to his Home in Khezik Tor two Years ago. He bade me take my Skills into the World
and carry with me the Influence of Tor’s Justice. In time, quoth he,
thy Skills shall be such that thou might call unto thee a Steed like mine, and thou shalt find thy
Shield-beast. For my Master Drauthon rode a War-pony of massive Strength and
unnatural Intelligence, a grey dappled Beast called Vaserfax, and he bore the Emblem of the Black
Dog, which came to him in a Dream. Such Shield-beasts are bestowed
upon our Line by Tor Himself, quoth he, when we have proven ourselves worthy. Drauthon’s Master, a
brave Human called Carloris, carried the Emblem of the Red Hart, and
his Master was the dwarf Waldren of the White Wolf. Drauthon bade me learn the Names and Emblems of
our Line from the Beginning, a List of some Dozen, as a Part of my
Training, and said that, an I proved myself, Lord Tor would grant me a Steed and a Vision of my own
Shield-beast. I departed into the World as I was bidden, though loath
was I to leave that good Dwarf. Tor grant that I might meet Sir Drauthon again in this Life.
Thus come I unto the City of Lyrenn, and with Winter fast approaching, I fear that I must still my
Wandering for some Months. The Hammer of Justice is never stilled,
however, and Tor must surely have some Plan for my Time in this Place. Certainly Wrong-doing must be
harbored in the Streets of any such City. I shall do what is in my
Power to keep the Innocent safe from Harm and to bring to Justice those who threaten the Peace.
May Tor’s Shield-arm protect thee, and his Hammer defend thee; His Truth be known and his Justice be
done.
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