Full Name |
Ghorza Lightseeker |
Race |
Half-Orc |
Classes/Levels |
Paladin 2; HP 21/21; AC 17; CMD 14; Fort +5, Ref +0, Will +5; Init +0 |
Gender |
Female |
Size |
Medium |
Age |
15 |
Special Abilities |
Darkvision 60ft |
Alignment |
Lawful Good |
Deity |
Sarenrae |
Languages |
Common, Half-Orc, Abyssal |
Strength |
14 |
Dexterity |
10 |
Constitution |
14 |
Intelligence |
12 |
Wisdom |
13 |
Charisma |
16 |
About Ghorza Lightseeker
Had her mother not been such a devote follower of Sarenrae, Ghorga may not have survived beyond the cradle. Being the offspring of a violent encounter between her mother and a wandering Orc, it would be expected that her family life be loveless and hateful.
This wouldn’t be exactly true, however, because, despite herself, Kaleen grew to love her child, and she constantly reminded Ghorga that it was Sarenrae that made such a thing possible. She never acted so in public, however, belittling, ignoring or abusing Ghorga whenever there were other people nearby, but apologising and being a dutiful, loving mother when they were alone.
This led to Ghorga only being honest with her feelings when alone, and treating those she cared for the most poorly when with others.
Thanks to her Orc-blood, she had always been an independent child, venturing off by herself exploring the surrounding city and listening and talking with random people.
This almost got her killed on one life-changing occasion, and it was this event that turned her towards the path of the Paladin.
While out exploring the edge of the city, a demon that had gotten past the wardstones attack her. The last thing she remembers is a blinding light, which turned out to be the Paladin slaying the demon using holy abilities. During the next few weeks, she lay in a coma on the edge of death. The demon that had almost killed her, and had been slain, plagued her dreams, though she knows they were more than nightmares. The demon spoke to her in a foreign tongue, and always was trying to drag her into the abyss. Her only salvation was clinging to the light that was her last waking memory, of how it shone but wasn’t blinding, seemed to burn but only harmed the demon. A light that manifested itself as a white beaming scimitar.
When she awoke, she had changed. Her faith was set, she was a devotee of Sarenrae, the goddess that protected her from the demon’s vengeance and gave her protection from the swallowing darkness of the abyss.
She would later discover that she could understand and speak the tongue of demons, Abyssal, and that the strength she received in her dream quest was still within her, saving her from blows that would’ve killed or incapacitated lesser warriors.
She see this moment in her life when she was freed from the sins of her father and the taint flowed within her from birth. The mission given to her by Sarenrae was to find those corrupted, enslaved, or otherwise tarnished by the demons from the Worldwound, and guide them to salvation, to spread the saving grace of The Dawnflower, to shine The Everlight through the darkness of the Abyss and to save those lost souls from damnation.