The Loudwater Chronicles
Human Cleric of Ilmater
10 years. 10 years and I still remember it like it was yesterday. I can tell you the color of my mother’s blouse. I can remember the way her hair was arranged. I recall the smell of my father’s pipe. The twinkle in his eye as he tucked me into bed that night to sleep. Drifting off to sleep to the sound of mom humming in the kitchen, and then the horrific nightmare that changed everything. Every moment of that night dances over and over like a picture in my head. A picture seared into my memory with blue flame.
That morning I told the guards everything. I told them my story at least a dozen times. Each man asking the same question over and over again. What happened to my house? My parent’s farm? What happened to my parents? And why didn’t it happen to me? My 9 year old brain was numb.
They took me to a temple of Ilmater. I remember the grown-ups talking about our destroyed farm, my dead parents and the spell plague. Something that would develop meaning as I got older. Father Tobias smoothed my hair, held my scarred hand and gave me a new home.
Since then I have been trained to master my weakness. I can sense the power within me and have learned how to contain it by keeping a tight rein on my emotions. I am not a lost cause. Even more importantly, I have been trained in my faith. Ilmater is generous and self-sacrificing. He is willing to shoulder burdens for others, as am I. Father Tobias has trained me well. I owe a debt to him and to society. I am no longer a danger to those around me. I wish to prove that.
Loudwater seems as good a place to start as any!!