[Characters] [Fallen] Palas Lindene

[Drakken]

Race: Human
Class: Paladin
Age: (16)
Alignment: Lawful Good
Deity: Iomedae
Character Sheet

Background
Palas does not remember much of his childhood. He was rescued from the Cheliax City of Corentyn. He had been sold on the slave market and was being transported across the Inner Sea when a Steel Falcon vessel sank the ship he was aboard. He had been pulled from the freezing cold water, still living, but just barely. They had brought the survivors back to Augustana. They gave those that were in well enough shape and were able to take care of themselves a few gold and sent them on there way. Others were hospitalized or sent to a shelter. He spent many of his childhood days helping the Eagle Knights, earning coin and the appreciation of the soldiers and sailors. At the age of 10 he discovered the Church dedicated to Iomedae. The first time he walked in he felt at peace. He never disturbed any of the priests and priestesses working, just remained quiet in the back.

Doing odd jobs for the Eagle Knights afforded him the chance to watch drills and practices. He absorbed everything he saw. Some nights he would borrow a sword or a shield and practice what he had observed the soldiers doing. He became more comfortable with the sword and bow alike. In the church he learned of Iomedae and her teachings. The more he learned the more he became inspired to make a change. He knew the evils of slavery and tyranny and wanted to do what he could to help those still in that situation. He dedicated himself to the goddess of Justice, set himself to her cause.

RP Sample
A scream of anguish pierced the air. Palas was being torn from someones arms. He cried out in despair. Two large men cuffed, shackled and stuffed him into a cage just too small for him to fit into. Two other men held a female back, a dark shadow across her face.

Palas cried out and sat up. The wagon he lay in hit a rather nasty bump and he tumbled sideways. Always her face... Why can't I remember her face? This fact cut straight through him, he couldn't remember his mothers face and it broke his heart. It had been...ten years? Yes, ten, he was 16 now. An adult by cultural standards, but still a child.

"Bad dreams friend?" asked a squeaky voice. Gaspard. The halfling and the only other member of this wagon train that wasn't a merchant or a guard. He sat on the edge of the wagon with a pipe in his mouth, watching the sun rise.

Palas didn't want to talk about it, so he just shrugged his shoulders and started to pack up his bed roll. "Just as well, no need dwelling on bad memories. We should reach Falcon's Hollow later this afternoon." He puffed on his pipe a few times even seeming to have drifted off into a day dream. "What business have you there?"

"I hear of bandits in the area.. I mean to test myself against them. I will either convert the heathens, end there terror in blood or die."

"That's a very dark way of thinking friend...You should cheer up. Pipe?" He offered his pipe, but replaced it back into his mouth with a shrug when it was waved off. "Well, you can start in The Sitting Duck. Or Jak'a'napes, but that place is rather shady. Also, the Church may be able to help you."

Palas had heard that there was a church dedicated to Iomedae in Falcon's Hollow. He intended it to be his first stop, so that he may pray properly. The wagon hit another nasty bump and this time the Halfling went tumbling off the edge. A hint of a smile came to his lips as the halfling gave chase, waving his pipe.

[Drakken]

Day 1 - Evening
This has been a long day for me. Of which I am sure there will be many. Today I learned of the sickness that is plaguing the towns people of Falcon's Hollow. I determined that I should do what I can to help them, as did a few others. I now travel with them. One is a very eccentric spell caster, other than that I know little of him so far. I am also with a Paladin and for some odd reason I feel a kind of...connection with him. The others I have not gotten much of a read on as of yet, but I will attempt to get to know them. We are all trying to help the people after all, and are going to be with each other for a few days more.

During our trek through the woods we came across a Fox in a Hunter's trap. Some of the group attempted to free it, although I thought this might be a bad idea. In turned out that it was a trap set by...something. It looked like a man, but its skin was grey and its eyes shone a reddish color. I was the one to get the killing blow. I still remember the sight as blood sprayed the ground. I killed for the first time today and I do not think I will ever forget it. I just pray that I have not upset Iomedae.

Day 2 - Morning
I had a dream last night. A strange dream. All I am able to remember is a dark haired woman, bathed in radiant light. She was wearing full plate armor, and holding a kite shaped shield which had a sword over a star-burst inlaid into it. I recognize the emblem of that of Iomedae. I do not know if she was trying to send me a message or if it was just a dream. Once again I could not see a face, this perturbs me.... I may have to pray about this later.

Day 3 - Evening
Wow. Today has been brimming with adventure. We managed to obtain the rats tail that we needed from the witch, although her long dead remains did not part with them so well. Her corpse rose up and attacked us. I do not know if it was coincidence, but at the same time three giant, mean looking rats attacked us. We dispatched of them easily enough, however, with no one suffering any major injuries. We trekked a little further until we reached what has to be the most massive and grand looking tree that I have ever seen. We must have come to close to a lair because this dragon looking creature attacked us. We suffered a minor scratch or two, but I came out okay. We found the creatures lair and it had been hoarding treasures that we helped ourselves too. The poor souls that came before us weren't so lucky. We found the half eaten remains of two or three other men. I will have to pray for there souls so that they may rest in peace. I feel Iomedae would approve of that.