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About -=Chaine=-

Chaine was literaly born on the battlefield. It really isn't fair to call it a battle though when the defenders were outnumbered three to one. It was a massacre. The attackers didn't stop with the army either. As the defenders broke and ran, thier foes swept down on them and slaughtered all within reach. Then they rode through the supply train and through the camps, burning and pillaging. Not even the camp followers were spared thier wrath. It was here, behind the lines, that a cleric of Iomedae found Chaine. A naked, headless woman, presumably the mother, was curled around him protectively. Another woman lay dead nearby, wearing the robes of a healer. The babe couldn't have been more than a few hours old. Another soldier's bastard that would die before he had gotten much of a chance to live.

The old cleric gathered up the child and brought him back to the monastary. Surely they could find someone to foster the child. When he arrived at the monastary, he found it to be in a state of turmoil. That very morning, someone had left another child at the doorstep! This one appeard to be a half Orc. The Brothers had made some inquiries around the nearby village, but no one knew who could have left him. However, one of the goodwives had recently had a still birth and was willing to be a wet nurse. When asked, she said she could care for two as well as one and so, Kras (for that was the name left with the half Orc) and Chaine (named by the cleric who had found him) were sent to live in the village, with the monastary providing a bit now and then to the family that was raising them.

Chaine and Kras grew up as brothers. Sure, they may not look much alike, but they are brothers in all the ways that count. They played together, fought together, and made mischief together in the way of all small boys. Wherever one of them showed up, the other was bound to be close behind.

It was during their eighth year that tragedy struck again. Disease ravished the village and the goodwife and her husband were both struck with illness. Unable to care for the boys, they were returned to the monastary. The Brothers took them in and decided that they were old enough to begin training. They were taught to read and write and to revere Iomedae. They performed odd jobs around the monastary such as sweeping and running errands for the Brothers. Chaine was serious and studious while Kras was a bit more... erratic. Oh, he was never really bad, he just liked to do things his own way and was constantly questioning the Brothers about why things had to be the way they were.

Occasionally, a paladin or travelling cleric would drop by the monastary to deliver messages or to take a rest during a journey. It was at these times that the boys really came alive. They both were keenly interested in the traveller's tales and especially about fighting. They had both grown into big, strong lads with Kras towering over even the tallest of the Brothers. Sometimes, paladins and the more martially inclined clerics would take them out behind the monastary and teach them a bit of weapons work before they had to move on.

Then the day came when the Abbot called them in. He told them that they were now 16 years old and had completed thier training. They were to be made full clerics. As thier first duty, they were to travel to Sandpoint and arrive in time for the Swallowtail Festival on the first day of Autumn. It was during the Festival that a new temple was being dedicated. He would like them to deliver a gift for the new temple as a sign of goodwill.