Necomancers hate them! Local half-orc has huge ass and even bigger heart
The Stormbringers were a tribe of orcs that were, for centuries, feared. Their warhorses were said to bring a fear into your heart like you were facing a tempest.
The leader of the Stormbringers when our story begins was a woman named Ferin. She was a powerful sorcerer, and as time went on, her magicks grew darker. She grew obsessed with death, with the idea of defeating it permanently. Her style of necromancer was particularly heinous: she drained the life of her victims, using them to fuel her own life, and then puppeted their bodies in battle. Those she drained were utterly destroyed, not merely killed. Their very souls fueled her.
The Stormbringers were aware of Ferin's necromancy, but not the depths of her profanity. She was beloved to them, a fair leader who had led them to victory for many years, and many chose to see her longevity and health as a blessing, rather than trickery.
Her ways angered the gods themselves, particularly those who lorded over the domain of death. With so many souls destroyed, Ferin had not only profaned the balance and cycle of nature, but had upset the balance of souls in the universe. She owed death a debt of souls, and they eventually came to collect. Eight times did death appear before Ferin, and eight times she refused to pay. On the ninth time, death did not ask. What wouldn't be given willingly would be taken. On the night that death took its revenge on Ferin, eight Stormbringer babes screamed, for their very souls had been marked for the sacrifice. For Ferin's sins, her entire tribe was punished.
One such babe was, at the time, the toddler Golnar. Golnar's life was already storied, for its mother was a noblewoman, Zoreh Tilki, who had eloped with its father some years before. And its father was Ferin's own son, Fregga. Not only did Golnar cry out that night, so too did its yet unborn brother Firouz.
Death came quickly after that. A band of adventurers, led by Selna, a paladin of Kelvemor and Sturm, a paladin of Tyr, marched on the Stormbringers. Led by their own self-righteousness, they slaughtered almost the entire clan, sparing only the elves and humans they believed had been kidnapped and bewitched by Ferin. Selna also refused to allow the young children to be killed, a choice that nearly brought her and Sturm to blows. Eight orc and half-orc children were spared the slaughter, the eldest of which was a six-year-old Golnar, and the youngest of which was a mere infant.
The orphans grew up in the slums of the very city Golnar's mother hailed from, though neither mother nor child knew the other lived. The eight were always an oddity, looking more like tieflings than orcs. (I do not know enough about the Faerun setting to pick a big city, but Golnar grew up in complete poverty, surrounded by nonhumans and a large number of tieflings, to the point that it speaks Infernal fluently.)
When a sickness went through its community, Golnar became truly enshrined with Death. Very few survived, and it shaped Golnar into the person it is today. It began working as a healer at fourteen, learning at the shoulder of Selna, the very paladin who had saved it as a child, who came to save it again. Even after the plague was gone, Golnar chose to heal. But its focus was on the elderly, the ill, the frail, the dying. It learned of Kelemvor at that time from Selna, and began to receive visions and dreams from the god from the moment it heard his name.
In its dreams, Golnar serves Death still. While it sleeps, its soul is transported to Death’s domain where it tend the souls of the recently deceased as a soul gardener, digging grave-plots for the souls to slumber until their next step. Over the years, it seemed that Kelemvor became truly fond of Golnar, doting on it and favoring it with magic and gifts. When it dies, its soul will return to his domain for eternity, to serve him in death as it did in life. As soon as it was old enough, it swore its paladin's oath before Selna, taking up their weapon to ensure that the cycle of life and death is always respected. It left behind the other orphans, all of whom it has lost contact with, with the sole exception of its brother, who they write too frequently.
As a paladin that serves Death, Golnar's adventuring life is primarily that of a monster hunter. They particularly target the undead and those who raise them, as well as those who cause great amounts of unnecessary death. These types of jobs are not very frequent, so functionally Golnar is a traveling healer. They tend to the sick and dying, but also ease the pains of birth and broken bone with holy magic, a gentle hand, and an even gentler manner. They never stay in one place for long, both due to their calling.
Unfortunately, the way it's lived its life has led to Golnar being a recluse. It is so preoccupied with death that it’s lost sight of what makes death worth it all: the life you’ve lived. It has no friends, no close family, nothing to look forward to or care about besides the dead and dying, and see no value in its own soul except for what it’ll be when it dies.
Golnar is also a romantic, a devoted soul who has a great deal of love inside that has only ever been aimed towards the dead and dying. It has a strong sense of politeness and chivalry, and loves stories and song. It doesn't remember its surname, but has taken the monicker "Strifeslayer" to remind itself what it aims for.
Its heart and kindness are obvious to any who speak to Golnar, but said heart is guarded and uncertain. Though it has had quite a few flings and dalliances, the one intended longterm romantic entanglement Golnar allowed itself in its youth ended when its partner abandoned it and the community they had been defending to a grim fate. Golnar prevailed, but it never sought out its first love again. It fears that its purpose and dedication have left them with a heart incapable of experiencing deep lasting love.
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A box of curios lie before you, which item will you choose to investigate first?
A piece of brass prosthetic belonging to that of Draal the Deadly?
( @honour-guaard )
The late Kanjigar the Courageous’ Amulet of Daylight?
( @clockwork-courageous )
The glowing, sinister eye of Angor Rot?
( @cantstoptherot )
Perhaps the sparking cog of Sturm the Stormbringer is to your fancy.
( @verformen-sturm )
If not, then a horn of the Gumm-Gumm defector Hagel?
( @stvrmmutter )
A glittering pile of battle-torn crystal are another option, from Renjai Razorback.
( @kiltar-crystal )
Or maybe, just maybe, the charm that reveals Alex as a changeling intrigues you.
( @gckotails )
Whichever you choose you may always return to pick up another.
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