Glorion left his Knight order and the adventuring party, somewhere enroute home (or perhaps before that) his life path changed. Now something mysterious and according to his sister, scary, happened to him. The group is concerned, but has no idea where to find him. Player retired character in August 2018.
Glorion after his haircut.
Name:Ā Artherien āGlorianā Elenren
Quote: āFor Honorā
Race:Ā Elf, High
Campaign:Ā Silk and Spices
Status: Character Retired (10/18) Ā
Class (Level):Ā Paladin (6)
XP:Ā 21,925 (9/14/18)
Alignment:Ā Ā Chaotic Good
Background:Ā Son of a King (detail to come)
Religion:Ā Corellon, Seldarine Leader
Position:Ā Paladin of theĀ Larethian Knights
Artherian āGlorianā Elenren
Physical Description:Ā
Age: Ā 90Ā
Gender: Ā Male
Height: Ā 6ā5ā³
Weight: Ā 139lbs
Eyes:Ā Ā Silver
Skin:Ā Pale
Hair:Ā Golden
Overall Physical Description: Spikey golden hair, close cropped. Eyes so blue they seem to shine with their own luminescence. Glorion is somewhat on the shorter spectrum of elvish height, and somewhat stronger and heavier set, making him quite adept on the battlefield. He spends hours every morning polishing his armor and weapons to an immaculate sheen, for true nobility brooks no excuses for slovenly appearance.
Personality Traits
Ideals: Glory
Bonds: Honor
Flaws: Arrogant
Misc Traits: Ā Flowing Locks
Languages: Common, Celestial, Elven
Other Proficiencies: Chess, History, Insight, Persuasion
Paladin of Correllon Larethian Tenets:
Noblesse Oblige. Act with the etiquette and grace befitting a noble even if you arenāt highborn, for a paladin of Corellon is always a noble in spirit. Be the very picture of a gentleman. Capture elegance in every movement of your body and soul. Be first in valor. Be unimpeachable in dignity. Let your deeds transcend your words.
Respect nature and the sanctity of beauty.
Respect the function of higher station, and act to facilitate its sacred purpose.
Detest those who have done detestable things. Do not fraternize with enemies of the pantheon. Gruumsh-worshiping orcs, Lolth-worshiping drow, and so forth should not sully your dignity, and deserve no sympathy from you. Wipe out Evil.
Your sworn oaths are as unbreakable as a fey pactā¦ but, like fey pacts, just because they donāt break doesnāt mean that they arenāt flexible or open to interpretation. Also, you can lie in any circumstance where you arenāt making a formal pact.
Take credit for your accomplishments. Live by honor and for glory. Be worthy of song.
Downtime Letter ā āMy Dearest Tallaliaā (4/08/18)
Quest Log ā Temple of Gusi Initial Entry (2/4/18)
Quest Log ā Meeting Sobhan (1/21/18)
Glorianās Protective Sigil (by Tony)
Father: Elven King (more backstory to come)
Mother: Aasimar or good outsider. Not present in Glorionās life at this time. (More backstory to come)
The elven kingdom of Arborlon lies within a deep forest nestled in the foothills of a great mountain range. Within the darkest, deepest recesses of the Ancient Wood, crossings to the Shadowfell are numerous and pose a unique threat to the people of Arborlon and the neighboring human and orcish kingdoms on the plains below and the dwarven and goliath kingdoms in the craggy mountains above.
In addition, the Underdark bears several entrances into the Ancient Wood, and the monsters of the deep tend to wander up into the cool and shady environs seeking game or to raid. It is for this reason tthat the Arborlonean elves cut themselves off from the world around and concentrated their efforts on keeping the creatures of the night contained, as well as keeping the āyoungerā races out of the forest for their own safety. In fact, the main city is permanently cloaked and shielded from outside view, appearing as only so many more trees to the unaided eye.
Growing up, Artherien always found it easy to make friends. He had a natural charisma and way with words that simply made others like him. Very early on he showed a knack for both social grace and the elegance befitting one of his noble birth and a keen, almost intuitive understanding for the martial arts.
Due to his station, upbringing, and handiness with a sword, it was not long before the Knights of Corellon Larethain agreed to take the young elven boy into their ranks, much to the celebration of all. It was there he learned the true meaning of the noble spirit, how to best serve his common elf by providing a shining example in their times of need, and how to unmercifully strike at the darkness that surrounded them, keeping it in check.
It was on one of these forays into the Underdark that Artherien first encountered terror, and love. While pushing back the advances of a particularly vicious Fomorian raid, their small band of knights was flanked and ambushed by a drow raiding party. In the ensuing chaos, Artherien was badly wounded and separated from his group. He was found by a young drow woman, who was as graceful in stature as she was kind in her actions. The young woman hid him away in the underdark, and tended to his wounds. As she helped him recover he slowly fell for this raven haired beauty, and she would often dance the night away to cheer him up. It was a strange, quiet romance, one where little was spoken for fear of discovery.
One day several months later, their little cozy cave was indeed discovered by a band of hook horrors while the girl was away. Artherien had mostly recovered but even so he was no match for the mighty beasts. He fought valiantly and was pushed back into a larger cavern where he saw the girl, coming back with a sack full of trillimac for their evening supper. He shouted for her to run just as the massive claw of one of the horrors descended upon him. The claw struck him across the temple, flinging him to the ground and knocking him out. Just before he lost consciousness he saw the girl spring into action, swords appearing in her hands seemingly out of thin air as the whole cavern began frost over. He briefly woke up one time to the sensation of motion, seeing giant silver talons wrapped around his body as they moved through the air before passing out again.
When he woke up again, he was on the edge of the forest, alone, and his lover, the hook horrors, and the dragon were nowhere to be seen. Since that day, Artherien has thrown himself whole-heartedly into his work with the Larethian Knights, vowing to build up his strength and one day return for the mysterious woman who had saved his life.
Artherian āGlorionā Elenren (ElfĀ Paladin) Glorion left his Knight order and the adventuring party, somewhere enroute home (or perhaps before that) his life path changed.
