Abelone Rask was born as the second child almost twenty-five years ago into a quite wealthy, but rather traditional human family. And like all the second childrens of her family before her, instead of inheriting a sizable chunk of money she was sent into a wizard's college to study magic, as tradition dictated, despite not having much talent for the arcane arts.
But in the midst of her studies to become a mediocre-at-best wizard, a twist of fate changed her future: an accident during an alchemical experiment caused a violent explosion, ripping Abelone's right arm apart. Having been knocked unconcious by the blast, she was unable to do anything to stem the tide of blood flowing from her arm-stump, and was quickly nearing death. But fortune smiled on her: a holy warrior of Sarenrae who had been visiting the college had been alerted by the sound of the explosion and rushed to the site of the accident, saving Abelone's life by cauterising her wound with the magical flames of his scimitar.
Feeling indebted to the Dawnflower after being saved by the goddesses follower Abelone left her arcane studies in favor of entering Sarenrae's priesthood. Now working on something that her natural talents shined in, she was ordained in a rather short time. But while nobody could deny that she was very talented in divine magic and channeling the Dawnflower's power, her unconventional theology raised more than a few eyebrows. While mainstream Sarenite belief does not hold revering fire ina a very prominent place, with redemption and healing being more important to the faith, Abelone lifted it to a central place in her beliefs. According to her, all of the other aspects of Sarenrae were connected to fire: It could heal by cauterising wounds, illuminate the truth, and metaphorically "burn away" the sinners' faults.
Due to these slightly unorthodox viewpoints, her superiors felt best to assign Abelone the rather minor responsibility of being a junior cleric for the small temple in Harper's Bay, where her beliefs would hopefully not create too much of a fuzz. She didn't mind it much, though, as she liked living near the sea and being in a non-superior position left her more free time after fulfilling her clerical duties for the day. As time passed, she started to grow very attached to the town and her fellow priests.
But then came that horrible night that the dead arose from their rests to prey on the living. Abelone was in the temple with the other priests, when a large number of people started to rush in to seek shelter from the reanimating dead and treatment for their wounds. But behind them came the hordes of undead, attracted by the smell of fresh meat and blood packed into such a small place.
The priests fought as long and well as they could, but it was not enough: One by one they fell until only Abelone was left standing. And having cast all her spells, having called upon the Everlight as often as she could, she turned around and fled. But once she was far enough, she made a promise to herself and her Goddess: she was not able to save her fellow priests, but she would find the cause of the catastophre which caused their deaths. And that cause, whomever or whatever it is, would have to answer for them.
