Character 4 - Dwarf Cleric
Backstory
You grew up in the Glitterhold, a Dwarven Delve known the world around for its riches, and your story is a simple one. Your family and clan have devoted themselves for thousands of years to the sacred task of maintaing the honor and sanctity of the tombs of the ancestors of the Delve, and as you grew up, you expected you too would follow in that time-honored tradition. But Fate had other plans for you.Your life as a young dwarf was unremarkable in all but one way. Perhaps it was your parents, both priests of Gordrimm, the dwarven god of the dead, that nurtured your fascination with the afterlife. But instead of this leading you to also put on the robes of a priest of Gordrimm as your family intended, it led you to seek more answers. You were drawn to a small group of worshippers of another god who professed to know the purpose of death and afterlife. These were the Reapers of Tormessar. Tormessar was something different. He was Mysticar, not of the race of gods that created the dwarves. But the very name hinted that there was more to the universe than the simple stories told by the common priests.
The Reapers taught that death was inevitable, and ultimately must be accepted by everyone. They taught that tampering with death by attempting to resurrect the dead, or worse, trap a soul in undeath with necromantic magic - was a blasphemy against the sanctity of life. It was perfectly acceptable to take every action to keep someone alive, but once they went, they "belonged" to Tormessar. This tenet resonated well with you. You studied with the Reapers, learning as much as you could about the rituals and prayers that would bring Tormessar's favor to you, and eventually, you were asked to put on the robes of a priest of the Mysticar god.
Your family didn't quite know what to make of this. Tormessar wasn't a secret - he and his Reaper Cult were known within the Delve, but they weren't taken too seriously. Your family supposed you could still take up your duties to the clan by tending the tombs despite the fact that you were praying to "the wrong god". At least it was still a god that watched over the dead. It was the Reaper leadership, though, that revealed what would become your personal future.
Beyond the Delve, Tormessar was little known and often misunderstood. There were two other known Sects devoted to Tormessar. The Reapers believed these others did not understand their god, and out of either ignorance or arrogance were blaspheming against him. Your duty to Tormessar, you were told, would be to go out into the world. By your actions and deeds, you would bring glory to Tormessar. By your actions you would show Tormessar as a champion of life as well as death, willing to fight to let people enjoy their time on Cartyrion so that when it was time to leave, they could do so without regret.
And if, in your travels, you came across any of the misguided Twilight Sect or the downright blasphemous Deathmaster Sect, you would do whatever is in your power to either set them straight or vanquish them. Your journeys have brought you into the Feywood, and you now find yourself pondering your life's direction as you enjoy another one of these really remarkable ales. Smiling you think to yourself that at least the food and drink are far tastier out here in the "above world".
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