#velenya

my first girl, the storm cleric Velenya

Since I’ve been talking about DND/my characters all morning, here’s those shitty descriptions on some tshirts. Thomas, Velenya, and someone who very much missed the troll-tastic thrill of running role-playing games.

Velenya, the world’s okayest cleric who somehow became the world’s last hope against the Far Realm!Sadly the campaign never finished, mostly due to the DM moving away. However, my half-elf cleric of Corellon, Velenya, grew up on a farm between human and elven worlds in a commune of other half-elves. Her dad was a merchant, and her mom and maternal aunts ran their farm. She spent her childhood around horses and playing in the forest and doing homestead chores. A halcyon childhood. But visits to her dad’s mother in the Elven capital exposed her to religion, and she was always enamored with the priests of Corellon - fascinated by stars and magic, she decided that when she grew up she would join them. So when she was the right age, she went with her dad to the human capital to enroll in the temple training program there. Aaaaand... was only ever just average at it. Charming, likeable, but aaaaaaverage.So, when the high priestess was handing out assignments for the newly ordained priests, she sent the better students off to cool assignments, and sent Velenya off to a remote outpost in the North. Some hick had sent a message complaining about cults. Probably just teenagers sacrificing chickens and drawing runes in blood in the ruins againfor funsies, that was normal. She was given a horse and a bodyguard, they bumped into some other weirdos going the same direction, and upon arriving learned that the cult activity was NOT some teenagers drawing pentagrams on barns but an actual, fully blown cult of Orcus that had been operating in secret.Cue the zombies, cue the cultists, cue the celestial agent being all “well you assholes are the only ones who showed up so I GUESS, here’s a shield, you’re gonna need it”And then it turns out the roots of conspiracy go DEEP, she’s super duper wanted by most of the world’s governments, they stole an airship out from under the military’s nose, broke into an ancient vault, the bad guy is some jerk who has been around since the dawn of time and almost killed her (thanks, neato magic dawn-of-time shield), and since she’s the only one who showed up, its up to her to stop the jerk from unleashing the Far Realm upon the world and eating everything.So yeah! Velenya, the World’s Okayest Chosen One. 

My DND Cleric, Velenya, as the star. It fits her, thematically.

“86. Do they like sweet foods?“Thomas: Sometimes, he prefers salty snacksFel: Used to eating a fairly plain diet, she likes fruit but sugar is too sweet for herJin: Fire magic uses up a lot of energy so his blood sugar tends to run low. He’s got a stash of candy in his belt.Hepzibah: Oh sure,  ya ever poured maple syrup on snow? It’s a Fargonian delicacy donchano.Amanita: Meh. She prefers spicy food.Velenya: The worst sweet tooth of all my OCs. Would eat sweets for days if she wasn’t ass-deep in eldritch horrors. 

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This weeks DND encounter involved sentinels in a vault and a lot of sneaking. Which is fun fun times for someone with a stealth check 6. Didn't help that Velenya walked straight into the alarm runes either.

Drew Velenya, my 4e half-elf cleric after a fun day smiting Far Real tainted undead.