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346 posts. Alias of Thaago.


Full Name

Dulae Toema

Race

Half-Elf

Classes/Levels

Inquisitor (Spellbreaker) 3

Stats:
Init: +4 | HP:14/26 | AC: 23 | FF: 18 | Tch: 11 | Fort: +5 | Ref: +2 | Will: +5 | Perc: 9| Sen Mtv: 11| Double Rolls against mind affecting | +2 Against Enchantment | Immune Sleep

Gender

Female

Size

M

Age

26

Special Abilities

Protecting Altiendel from misusers of magic

Alignment

LG

Deity

Altien

Location

Southtown!

Languages

Common, Elven

Occupation

Adventurer (Retired from military)

Homepage URL

Dulae Toema

Strength 18
Dexterity 12
Constitution 14
Intelligence 10
Wisdom 13
Charisma 10

About Dulae Toema

Dulae was orphaned at a young age. The only memories she has of her parents occur during her darkest dreams; snatches of shadowy figures, blood, and magic, which were quickly forgotten during the light of day. Dulae lived in an orphanage run by the church in the Shining city, and while clothing and food were adequate, there was never quite enough to go around. Like all children in the city, she attended classes to learn of Altien’s greatness and how to live as a citizen. This time of her life imbued Dulae with a lifelong scorn for entitled nobles; the casual cruelty that the noble children heaped on her for her status as an orphan, and the adoration that they received from the other students and the instructors, stoked a fire in her to prove herself better. This fire could very well have turned into bitter hatred if not for the teaching of Altien. She attended services at the Shining Temple whenever she could; the feeling when the priests invoked blessings on the crowds was... sublime. Like a warm tide rising from her heart and suffusing her whole body, bringing peace. It did not erase the anger she felt, but it somehow purified it, stopping it from festering into something ugly. As Dulae grew older and began to recognize how deeply she felt about her faith, she resolved to join the military and become a Paladin.

As soon as she was of age Duale enlisted into the military. She hoped to put behind her the cruelties of children, only to learn that the lessons of childhood ran deep. The names and faces were different, but the condescending scorn of the nasty few was the same. Some of those who had held every advantage, tutors and training from a young age, plentiful food, the best of clothes and equipment, could not bear to see Dulae outdo them, which she did with a passion. During this time she revealed herself to have not just exceptional strength of body, but also an ability in divine magic and a disciplined mind. Her path forward was shattered however when she learned that she could not become a Paladin; despite having the gift of magic from Altien, she had not been offered the Call from her goddess. She was approached the very next day however by a man wearing an officer’s uniform, but with no rank showing. His name was Kieran; he told her that she had a rare type of gift from Altien, one that was shared by a special corps of the military, and one that would see her leaving the general training track at the end of the year. She threw herself back into her training with renewed purpose, and it was lucky she did; only a week before her time to leave she was ambushed by the same cadre of nobles that she was now outdoing, and she was nearly killed in the ensuing fight. Dulae never learned what happened to those who attacked her, as Kieran appeared the next day to remove her. Her new training was much different from before; the sole focus of her superior, she studied the art of working independently, rather than in an army.

Dulae Toema, now retired from her military career, is in many ways the same person she has been since her time as an orphan on the streets of the shining city: a devout follower of Altien who can’t seem to be meek enough to satisfy those who demand she stay in her place.

Omake:
"Remember, Altien teaches that magic is a gift to be cherished, not used for evil ends. As such, she will not countenance its abuse. Finding those that do so can be difficult." Kieran paused, then whipped off his cloak to reveal skull decorated black robes. "But not always. Necromancers tend to advertise their allegiance. Just look for the skull motif and you should have a good clue." He bent down and picked up a staff, also decorated with skulls.
"But sir-"

"Ah ah! I am to be addressed today as "Accursed Necromancer". Try to put as much loathing into the words as possible."

Dulae closed her eyes in a silent sigh of frustration before opening them again. "But Accursed Necromancer Sir, they really aren't going to be that obvious, are they?"

"Well, not always, but if they're using necromancy within our borders, they're either dumb as s+&~ or have an ego the size of Norah's taint. Besides, the costume is more to set the mood. Now, do you remember what I told you to do?"

"Yes, but I would rather not say, s-" Kieran raised the staff in a mock threatening manner "Accursed Necromancer Sir."

"Repetition is an important part of the learning process, Acolyte. Besides, you really need to loosen up."

Dulae rolled her eyes, then sighed again at the look of triumph on Kieran's face. "You told me to approach blasphemous spellcasters as rapidly as possible, attack them should they try and perform a spell, and not allow them to back away. Only with more cursing and invocations to kick them in sensitive areas."

"Eh, close enough. And don't forget the kicking! Nothing stops something evil from mind controlling your friends quite like a swift kick to their reproductive organ of choice. Now, let us begin!"

Kieran shook his staff threateningly while waggling his eyebrows. Dulae twirled her wooden practice sword once to find its balance, lunged forward and swung; despite a strong attack Kieran parried it away. "Not bad" he commented before stepping back five feet "But what did I say about letting me get away?" With that a pulse of power came from the staff and blasted Dulae off her feet. When she came to a moment later, the only thing she could think about was how aesthetically pleasing the gentle curls of smoke coming off of her clothing were.

"For reasons that are beyond our ability to know, it is shockingly difficult to strike someone who is moving precisely five feet away. But fear not! Over the next month I shall teach you the secret. Its all in your featwork."