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    "name": "Spicer Valgate",
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    "story_excerpt": "You're a cleric who came to the path the long way, through Old Yost's Cart and strategic silence. The moment that brought you back was vengeance that outlived your body, fury that refused the grave. Now you carry a katana cleansed of its evil and a pendant you don't remember earning. Your party will",
    "story": "You're a cleric who came to the path the long way, through Old Yost's Cart and strategic silence. The moment that brought you back was vengeance that outlived your body, fury that refused the grave. Now you carry a katana cleansed of its evil and a pendant you don't remember earning. Your party will know you as the one who died for them once and came back stranger.\n\nDefining moment: A moment, filled with unbridled rage of a fallen comrade.  Spicer stood against a commander of the Kings Guard who knew no equal in combat.  A challenge of vengeance, uttered in retribution.  \"A battle without limits\" Spicer proclaimed.  And in the rush of combat,  a fatal wound was dealt to our hero.  One that would kill most, but with fury in his heart Spicer stood.  \"I must save my party, even if its the death of me.\"  There, he made his final stand.  Emerging victorious, besting one of the most talented swordsmen of the heartlands.  But, with his last dying breath, beeseeching his deity to pass on the rest of his vitality to his party so they may carry on their mission.  When he next awoke, he had no recollection of where he was, but still remembered who he was.  Alone,  on a beach of black sand.  Mask and katana in hand.  And a pendant of a diety he did not know. \n\nAlready paid the price"
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