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Profile
About Damandor YolanuxAC: 14, Touch: 11, Flat: 13 hp: 14
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Skills: Diplomacy +4, Heal: +6, Knowledge (Religion) +5, Linguistics (Draconic): +2, Sense Motive: +6, Spellcraft: +5 (+7 Identify Magic Items)
Domains: Chaos, Protection
Spells: (CL 1)
Possesions: Longsword, Studded Leather, Heavy Crossbow, Bolts (50), Dagger, Heavy Mace, Backpack, Bedroll, Flint & Steel, Lamp, Hooded, Oil (2 flasks), Belt Pouch, Rations (2 days), Rope (silk), Waterskin, Whetstone, Wooden Holy Symbol, Healer's Kit. Damandor grew up in a secluded neighborhood of the slums of Bastion, entering the temple of Corellon Lorethian at an early age. For several years he worked tending the small garden maintained by the faithful and assisting with minor as he received instruction in Corellon’s faith from the head priest of the temple, an elderly elf named Theriandor Silverstar. He has always struggled to assist those in need, yet no matter how much charity he has provided, or how many of those struggling with poverty he has helped, the brutal regime of Bastion has always produce ten more stories of desperate suffering to take their place. Gradually becoming more and more passionate in his opposition to the system, he is nonetheless aware that direct action against the ruling powers would bring certain doom on both himself and the temple of his faith. One month ago, he undertook his final rite of initiation. The ritual involved praying in the garden for a full day and a night, deep in meditation as an image of Corellon Lorethian visited him in a dream. The vision gave Damandor hope as he saw that a time was coming where the citizens of Bastion would have their chance at freedom. Plans were in motion, an alliance of Gods are working to shine a ray of light over the lives of the dour, oppressive city. Waking from his commune as a fully ordained cleric of Corellon Lorethian, Damandor was filled with new hope and resolve. The young priest knows that he has an important part to play in the coming struggle. He knows that despite the secret alliance of devout gods working in the shadows, the evil alliance of Hextor, Erythnul, Nerull and Wee Jas are very strong in the city. Success is not assured, it will require faith, perseverance and righteousness to ensure a successful revolution. This morning, whilst tending to the garden, Damandor saw a stranger visiting the temple. A well dressed, middle aged human man sought out the head priest and conferred briefly with him in private. As the human left, he looked over and met Damandor’s gaze, smiling at the young elf as he headed on his way. Shortly afterward, the new priest was summoned before Theriandor and given a new task. “Damandor, you have been called to serve,” began the old elf softly as the two sat in a secluded corner of the garden. “Tonight you must go to the Strangled Chicken tavern. There you will meet a man named Altius – you saw him visiting me earlier. He has a task for you, a dangerous mission, but one whose success is vital. Know that I have been visited by Corellon Lorethian himself and he has spoken to me. He will guide you in this and through your efforts and your righteousness, you will see that his will is done.” |
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