Nathio

Tiefling / Warlock

Submitted character story

You are the protector who rode Old Yost's Cart and learned to investigate from the shadows instead of charging ahead. The temple fire and Zariel's bargain taught you that some rescues demand a price the rescued will never understand. Your laughter at the wrong moment is the crack in the armor, the place where the deal still burns. They will remember you as the warlock who saved what mattered, then spent twenty levels proving it was worth it.

Defining moment: The Night The Temple Burned From A Dragin Attack, Everyone Ran And Only Two Survived. Me and My Little Brother, Rava. I was in Dire Straits For Want Of Help, And Made My Lact, With Zariel

Laughs at the wrong moment