Tyberos Ragvall

Human / Cleric

Submitted character story

You are the cleric who rode Old Yost's Cart and chose the bold path when diplomacy would have been safer. The glacier and the barbarians who fell there forged you into something faith alone could never create. Your divinity is stained with the same red that marks your axes, and that contradiction weighs heavier than any armor. Tables will remember you as the healer who understood that mercy sometimes requires surviving what should have killed you.

Defining moment: The raghead glacier and all the barbarians I slaughtered the earth stained red with their blood and me barely alive 

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