About Karina of the Flame
Female half-orc paladin (divine defender, warrior of the holy light, sacred shield) 1
Equipment and Encumberence
Abandoned at birth into the slums of Riddleport, Karina's childhood was rough and unpleasant. Scrabbling for scraps in the alleys and rubbish heaps of the city. Raised by a group of outcasts, mostly goblinoid and other half-orcs, they used her as a prop while begging and eventually taught her how to steal. At the age of five, she was caught trying to pick the pocket of some passersby. Thankfully the guardsman who caught her was a religious man and noticed the birthmark on her arm. It was the spitting image of Sarenrae's holy symbol, the angelic ankh. He sent her to train at Windsong Abbey. After a three years there, her teachers felt that her training might be better served at the Sandpoint temple. In Sandpoint she studied religion and swordsmanship until the late unpleasantness and the burning of the old temple. For the last five years her studies have been shadowed by her work rebuilding the cathedral with the others.
The gout of steam rising in front of her, Karina pulls the tongs from the quenching bath. She compares her work, once again, to the template. Forgemaster Olgrimm, I believe I'm done.
She holds out the decorative hinge for inspection by a sweaty and soot smeared dwarf. "Oh, aye, it do look good. I do believe that be the last one. We'll take it over to the carpenters and they'll get that door hung tomorrow. Gotta have everything in place for the consecration ceremony. Are ye excited lass?"
"Yeah," she replies, "This is the biggest thing to happen to me since the old one burned down." Karina bows her head. "I still miss Father Tobyn."
"Aye, he was a good man." Father Olgrimm responds. "Now let's get cleaned up and I'll buy ye a drink to celebrate. After all, when we started five years ago, ye weren't good enough for nought more than nails. Now look at ye. Though I must say, yer still better with a sword and shield than with a hammer and tongs."
She blushes at the compliment and looks eagerly at the older dwarf. "Now that we're done, will you be staying in Sandpoint? Maybe set up a smithy?"
He smiles up at her. "No my child, I must return to Janderhoff after the consecration. I have duties there that have been neglected for far too long."
"I see -- I will miss you, Father Olgrimm." Karina pats him fondly on the shoulder.
"Ach, I'm nae gone yet. Besides, now is the time for celebratin'. What're yer plans for the next few days?"
"Oh, I'll be training with marshal Gregor in the morning as usual, but I'll probably go watch the goblins down on the beach for a bit." She stares off towards the bay for a moment.
"Bah, I dunno what ye see those filthy beasts." Father Olgrimm's distaste is plain upon his face.
"They remind me of my childhood, and that not everything that looks evil, is evil. The goblins is Riddleport may have used me to steal and swindle, but they did take in an abandoned halfbreed and keep her alive in those slums. This is the only reason I made it out of there." She holds out her arm, showing off the birthmark on the inside of her wrist. Its shape, that of Sarenrae's angelic ankh.
The dwarf calms, but still seems wary of the topic. "Ah, that probably explains it. I still think those beasts're a waste of yer time."
She grins mischievously. "At least I've stopped trying to convert them. Since that time they tried to eat me anyway. Now, what were you saying about a drink?"
The two continue their conversation as they walk towards the White Deer tavern. With the celebrations only days away, most of their work on the new Cathedral complete.