Solas

Aasimar / Warlock

Submitted character story

You are the hero who walked through the Blackfen and learned that patience is sharpest when honed by necessity. The moment you stopped running in that hellscape was the moment you became what your village needed, even if they never saw it. But you know the price: every time you grip that sword, you remember exactly how many didn't make it back. The table will remember you as the warlock who carried Hell home and never once flinched from it.

Defining moment: The village was transported to what I can only describe as Hell, they say we were gone for less than a minute, but it felt like years, destruction and torment around every corner, I got tired of running, well, a few of us did, even less made it back

Already paid the price