Post by whiteabk on Dec 17, 2013 17:02:05 GMT -5
Lenovanni Valentino
The tale of my discovery of the Lord of Light begins in Tashalar. I was born in Tashalar, the youngest of 5 children, 3 girls and 2 boys, the children of a Captain of a sailing Merchant vessel. We were schooled and brought up in a well-to-do surroundings, but were surrounded by bribery and deceit. We were taught to be shrewd and skilled merchants, to the point of encouraging manipulation and bribery over actual ability and hard work. My older brother excelled in this atmosphere, but I, I could not and dreamed of the day I could get away to the Light and the Truth.
At 15, I could take it no more and stowed away on a ship sailing as far north as I knew, to a land so perfect to be called the HeartLands; I made it to the cost of the Western Heartland. Open lands and plains, as far as the eye could see, I exited the ship with a few coins in my pocket and a longing for Enlightenment. I soon found a temple of Lathander and felt at home and at peace for the first time in my life.
My goal in life now is to help others to see the light as I have, and to dispel the darkness.
The Inn of the Welcome Wench in Hommlett
The back corner table
Moe: That adventuring party seems to be doing a good bit of disruption to the evil that lurks in our backyard, but we are left to clean up. I don’t know if we can handle much more.
Calmer: It’s been an Orge and an Ettin in the last week. The people are scared.
Terjon: With the head of the snake chopped off at the earth temple, the flailing about of the remnants is going to be a continued threat.
Moe: We need some help
Terjon: I’ll see what I can do.
A new calling
I spent most of my adventuring life in the Western Heartlands and the Southern Sword Coast. But I had a premonition to head southeast. I have tried to avoid merchant/ trading cities, reminding me too much of my childhood, but I was pulled to Elversult, to the Tower of the Morn.
Soon after I enter to pray for further guidance and to recover from my travels, a pleasant female voice behind me says, “Ah, I’ve been expecting you.”
I turn to see the Head Cleric of the Tower of the Morn, Hathala Orndeir. I bow and introduce myself, “Hathala Orndeir, I am Lenovanni Valention at your service.” She offers me her hand, and I kiss it as way of introduction.
“Lenovanni, it is a pleasure to meet you,” she says, “I wish we had more time to get to know each other, but, unfortunately, time is of the essence, and you must make haste.”
She continues as she leads me though the temple. “A great evil is afoot and there is a party nearby that is playing a critical role in defeating that evil. A member of that party, a Half-Orc Cleric of Ilmater, is needed to help protect and defend a small and vulnerable town to the south, and you, Lenovanni, are to provide your services and assist this party in their endeavors in his stead. You are to find this party and to send the cleric, Ug, to see me.”
We step out to the back of the tower, where a group of people are waiting. “The small escort, of loyal followers here, will guide and assist you in finding the party, and escort Ug back to me.
She turns to face me and offers her hand again.”Lenovanni, it has been a pleasure to meet you.”
“No, the pleasure has been all mine.” I kiss her hand. “My only regret is our short time together. Another time maybe?”
“I hope so,” she says as I turn to leave, ”till then.”
The path we followed showed the exploits of the party we sought: two Storm Giants and a litter of wraiths. As we traveled my escorts railed me with tales of this party’s feats, even back to it’s beginnings, with fanciful tales of a woman warrior with a sword as big as me. I felt as if I had known them all already when we finally met, and know them on sight when we came upon them.
I approach the group and hailed them from a safe distance. Initially they reach for their weapons and turn to face me, but seeing the symbol of the Lord of Light, they relax and approach.
“Well met friends.” I say as we come together. “I am Lenovanni Valentino, Cleric of Lathander, and I come with news and instructions, and to lend my assistance to your efforts.”
The first I meet and clasp hands with is a grizzled Ranger. “Elmo, a ranger of some renown, I have heard of your great effort in this long struggle.”
Next was a solid fighter. “Kobort, the Sturdy. It’s been said that you are a stone wall and cannot be moved. I would be honored to fight by your side.”
Then the magic user. “Spugnoir, the tales of your bravery inspire young wizards near and far.”
The wiley rouge. “Furnok, the Giant Slayer, please to finally meet you, you must tell me you tales.”
Next was the Paladin of Torm. “Lady Amora, the strength of your sword is second only to your Radiance. A truer beauty is rare indeed.” As I gently kiss her hand.
Then the teifling. “Sultry, all the rumors of you pale in comparison, cause there are no words.” As I kiss her hand, and raise it to turn her. “Absolutely ravishing.”
And finally the Half-Orc Cleric of Ilmater. “Finally, the man I've come to see. I have been told that you all are on a mission of great importance, but Ug’s talents are needed in a small town to the south. Ug you are to meet Hathala Orndeir, the head Cleric Of Lathander back in Eversult for further instructions and I am to provide my services to your party.”
The tale of my discovery of the Lord of Light begins in Tashalar. I was born in Tashalar, the youngest of 5 children, 3 girls and 2 boys, the children of a Captain of a sailing Merchant vessel. We were schooled and brought up in a well-to-do surroundings, but were surrounded by bribery and deceit. We were taught to be shrewd and skilled merchants, to the point of encouraging manipulation and bribery over actual ability and hard work. My older brother excelled in this atmosphere, but I, I could not and dreamed of the day I could get away to the Light and the Truth.
At 15, I could take it no more and stowed away on a ship sailing as far north as I knew, to a land so perfect to be called the HeartLands; I made it to the cost of the Western Heartland. Open lands and plains, as far as the eye could see, I exited the ship with a few coins in my pocket and a longing for Enlightenment. I soon found a temple of Lathander and felt at home and at peace for the first time in my life.
My goal in life now is to help others to see the light as I have, and to dispel the darkness.
The Inn of the Welcome Wench in Hommlett
The back corner table
Moe: That adventuring party seems to be doing a good bit of disruption to the evil that lurks in our backyard, but we are left to clean up. I don’t know if we can handle much more.
Calmer: It’s been an Orge and an Ettin in the last week. The people are scared.
Terjon: With the head of the snake chopped off at the earth temple, the flailing about of the remnants is going to be a continued threat.
Moe: We need some help
Terjon: I’ll see what I can do.
A new calling
I spent most of my adventuring life in the Western Heartlands and the Southern Sword Coast. But I had a premonition to head southeast. I have tried to avoid merchant/ trading cities, reminding me too much of my childhood, but I was pulled to Elversult, to the Tower of the Morn.
Soon after I enter to pray for further guidance and to recover from my travels, a pleasant female voice behind me says, “Ah, I’ve been expecting you.”
I turn to see the Head Cleric of the Tower of the Morn, Hathala Orndeir. I bow and introduce myself, “Hathala Orndeir, I am Lenovanni Valention at your service.” She offers me her hand, and I kiss it as way of introduction.
“Lenovanni, it is a pleasure to meet you,” she says, “I wish we had more time to get to know each other, but, unfortunately, time is of the essence, and you must make haste.”
She continues as she leads me though the temple. “A great evil is afoot and there is a party nearby that is playing a critical role in defeating that evil. A member of that party, a Half-Orc Cleric of Ilmater, is needed to help protect and defend a small and vulnerable town to the south, and you, Lenovanni, are to provide your services and assist this party in their endeavors in his stead. You are to find this party and to send the cleric, Ug, to see me.”
We step out to the back of the tower, where a group of people are waiting. “The small escort, of loyal followers here, will guide and assist you in finding the party, and escort Ug back to me.
She turns to face me and offers her hand again.”Lenovanni, it has been a pleasure to meet you.”
“No, the pleasure has been all mine.” I kiss her hand. “My only regret is our short time together. Another time maybe?”
“I hope so,” she says as I turn to leave, ”till then.”
The path we followed showed the exploits of the party we sought: two Storm Giants and a litter of wraiths. As we traveled my escorts railed me with tales of this party’s feats, even back to it’s beginnings, with fanciful tales of a woman warrior with a sword as big as me. I felt as if I had known them all already when we finally met, and know them on sight when we came upon them.
I approach the group and hailed them from a safe distance. Initially they reach for their weapons and turn to face me, but seeing the symbol of the Lord of Light, they relax and approach.
“Well met friends.” I say as we come together. “I am Lenovanni Valentino, Cleric of Lathander, and I come with news and instructions, and to lend my assistance to your efforts.”
The first I meet and clasp hands with is a grizzled Ranger. “Elmo, a ranger of some renown, I have heard of your great effort in this long struggle.”
Next was a solid fighter. “Kobort, the Sturdy. It’s been said that you are a stone wall and cannot be moved. I would be honored to fight by your side.”
Then the magic user. “Spugnoir, the tales of your bravery inspire young wizards near and far.”
The wiley rouge. “Furnok, the Giant Slayer, please to finally meet you, you must tell me you tales.”
Next was the Paladin of Torm. “Lady Amora, the strength of your sword is second only to your Radiance. A truer beauty is rare indeed.” As I gently kiss her hand.
Then the teifling. “Sultry, all the rumors of you pale in comparison, cause there are no words.” As I kiss her hand, and raise it to turn her. “Absolutely ravishing.”
And finally the Half-Orc Cleric of Ilmater. “Finally, the man I've come to see. I have been told that you all are on a mission of great importance, but Ug’s talents are needed in a small town to the south. Ug you are to meet Hathala Orndeir, the head Cleric Of Lathander back in Eversult for further instructions and I am to provide my services to your party.”
