Full Name |
Zandor al Satyr |
Race |
Teifling (demonspawn) Fey foundling |
Classes/Levels |
Paladin 3 |
Gender |
M |
Size |
M 6' 2" 200lb |
Age |
20 |
Special Abilities |
Teifling/Paladin |
Alignment |
LG |
Deity |
Sarenrae |
Location |
Home : Qadira; Location: Absalom |
Languages |
Abyssal; Common |
Occupation |
Paladin |
Strength |
18 |
Dexterity |
10 |
Constitution |
14 |
Intelligence |
10 |
Wisdom |
8 |
Charisma |
16 |
About Zandor al Satyr
Zandorr was born into slavery. Zandor toiled in the fields that surrounded his master's palace. However as he matured Zandor grow to stand head and shoulder above most of the other slaves and was clearly exotic (satyr-like) with his goat like legs, tail and horns. Kadzhul chose him to join his guards which consisted of chosen slaves whose loyalty he brought with special privileges which placed them well above the normal slave.
His natural charisma and ability allowed Zandorr to rise through the ranks to quickly become one of Kadzhul personal bodyguards. One day while Zandorr was escorting his master through the palace, Kadzhul attention was caught by a beautiful slave Jasmina who was working in the kitchens. Unbeknown to Kadzhul, Zandorr was having a secret affair with her. When Kadzhul attempt to force himself upon her, Zandorr fought with Kadzhul and killed him. Leaving Jasmina behind because he knew there was little chance he would escape the terrible retribution that the authorities would bring down on a slave that slew his master.
Running swiftly on his cloven hooves he was able to escape, eventually finding himself living in the slums of Katheer where the city guard seldom bothered to patrol. Here he did what he could to survive. Initially his physique/martial/charisma skill allowed him to find work as an enforcer for a local crimelord but he soon realised he had swapped one bastard for another. He however was able to establish a trusting relationship with several courtesans through mutual trust/respect (something lacking in the slums)and became their protector/pimp. Occasionally he even acted as an exotic gigilo if he found the client met his desires.
For several years Zandorr and his girls prospered. Then one fateful night he spotted a priest of Serenrae walking through the dangerous streets of the slums. He wanted to warn him of the dangers, but he was too late to stop a cloaked figure arising from the shadows and backstabbing him. Zandorr ran to the priest aid and slew the thief but was too late the priest was dead. He now faced dilemma to take the priest to the church would entail carrying him through the most patrolled areas and he didn't fancy the likelihood that they would believe his story. And if he left him he would be stripped of valuables as soon as Zandorrr left. So Zandorr stripped the bodies and was shocked to see that the priest was carrying a small fortune - enough for him and the girls to party for several months. He called them together to do exactly that - party time.
The next morning as the cock crowed he awoke - troubled by guilt after taking the priest's valuables. He checked out the stash and picked out the priest golden holy symbol. Wanting to examine it more closely, he opened the window to let in the light from the rising sun. The sunlight streamed into the room and struck the holy symbol and exploded with light - searing pain ripped his eyes and then the room went black or rather Zandorr was blinded and in his heart he heard a female voice "Why are you here? how low have you fallen? Your destiny awaits. Go to the tower of the Dawn if you wish to truly see again."
Zandorr stumbled across the room awakening the girls - quickly he explained what had happen, well at least to the best of his abilities. He heard the tremor in their voices but stilled them and told them they would have to lead him to the Tower of the Dawn. Overcoming their fear they agreed. Taking the stash he left soon after with the girl leading.
At the Tower he sent the girls away in case they suffer for his theft as well. Up the steps he set off using the rail to guide the way. finally reaching the top a male voice spoke - "so you have returned my goods, thank you" and with that he felt a gentle warmth at his eyes and his vision was restored and now the "dead" priest stood before him - very much alive. "but you died.." The Priest replied, "I was sent to find you, one way or another. Now is your chance to redeem yourself and start to forefil your destiny." Then the priest elaborated to say that it was all part of Serenrae plan and that Zandorr was destined to be a paladin in the service of Serenrae. Zandorr was dumbstruck. The Priest then explained the origin of Zandorr's birth in the sacred oasis and the untimely arrival of slavers who had stolen Shalazar before the priest could find him. for a time his destined had been stalled but now he woud begin his journey proper. Then the priest returned the stash and said, "take this and prepare for a long journey for tomorrow dawn you set sail for Absalom to see Serenrae servant in the Silver Crusade. There you will aid her to the best of your abilities until told to do otherwise."
With that without questioning, believing that he had indeed been favoured by Serenrae, Zandorr bid his girl good buy - giving them his worldly goods excepting those he worn and had found on the priest. He went to the Bazaar - where east meet west and north meet south. There he brought his equipment: the finest full plate from Taldor; a quality cold iron nodachi from Tian; his silver cestus from Cheliax; Chakram from Jalmeray; a flail for qadira and silken robes of Serenrae from Kelesh. He board the ship the next day and the rest is history.....