#gamersplane

Urki "Lightweight" Clearspirit, I'm a 105 year old gnome cleric in search for something new. Formerly the lead healer and medicine administrator to a guild of dragon hunters in Dragonwick. The Dragosense Company in Dragonwick hunted dragons in the hills near the town and they would use nearly every part for trade. Hearts for blood magic, bone for ornate weapons, scales for light armor, meat and fat for cooking or alchemy, eyes and teeth for jewelry. The revenue the guild was making was a decent sum and when I asked for a raise I was scoffed at.

My god, Olladra, has forsaken me, I have searched high and low for her and found that my connection with her seems to have been severely harmed. I can still heal with all of the effectiveness of past days but I no longer feel the warmth and comfort when I do. After a lot of contemplation and months of feeling like a second rate employee I decided to leave Dragosense. So when I saw the chance I took 600g and a dragon tooth necklace and fled during a mission.

I got to another town after fleeing several jarring experiences. Hiding from a group of trolls, poisoned a rabid giant, and a group of bandits were about to shake me down before I fled in to a swamp in the dead of night. I got to the next city and got a cloak and some supplies and I rushed to Agartha. I had heard Oroboros was hiring and I knew I had a marketable skill. Hoping this company will let me spread my wings more than the last I decided to test fate and see what they could offer me.

I left my brother Alwyn, father Orbryn, mother Ellyjoe, and 22 year old son Coosk in Dragonwick. I've framed my leaving the city as if I went missing in action. I don't think I can ever go back to Dragonwick. My family thinks I'm dead I think it is better this way because my other option is being disowned. Especially with my son, I couldn't face him if he found out I lied. We were incredibly close and he was just coming into his adult interests. We would do target practice together, him with his bow and me with my light crossbow. We could spend hours doing it. We even fletched our own arrows and bolts but his were always a bit higher quality than mine. I may assume another identity in the future to check-in on him but I don't expect to speak with him again. His mother fled Dragonwick just after he was born, a short high-elvish woman she was not happy to have birthed a half-gnome half-elf boy and went back to her home. Coosk has taken well to his Elvish side and enjoys nature more than I did when I was younger.

49 years with Dragosense was just too much without them showing any type of appreciation. I can't even count how many times I've kept those imbecile fighter types from death. No tactics, no style, just run in and swing. I'm glad I left, I'm glad I'm attempting something for myself... finally. ________________________________________

Guild business: Dragon rendering

Trait: I feel I deserve better than what I'm usually given and will fight to be noticed and paid for it. Ideal: Generosity. My talents were given to me so that I could use them to benefit the world. Bond: One day I will return to my guild and prove that I am better than them all. Flaw: No one must ever learn that I once stole money from guild coffers.

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