Nimbus

Changeling / Cleric

Submitted character story

You are the hero who moved through the Blackfen unseen and became the Shadow Investigator who gathers every truth before striking. The moment you brought back was red lightning and your brother's blood, the rage that baptized your warhammer in a cult's ruin. You carry the weight of arriving too late, of every second you spent careful while Eros died alone. Tables will remember you as the patient cleric who never breaks first, until the storm breaks everything else.

Defining moment: Cults. Weapons clamoring around the halls. A bears roar. Nimbus rushes up the stairwell and comes into a circular room where he heard the bear. He's too late. The bear is slaughtered in front of him and he watches as the beast morphed into the familiar face of his brother. The one he was here for. Eros. Dead on the ground. The last thing Nimbus remembers from this day was the red hot rage he fell into, the blinding flashes of lightning, and the deafening sound of thunder behind his ears.

Never breaks first