His parents prayed and belived full-heartedly in Moradintior.

Since he was born his parents tried to lead

him down the same path. But through all their efforts, the boy was never able to communicate with the
goddess like his parents were. After 5 years of praying and trying and not getting anything he gave up.
The next night he went to go pray as usual but instead of praying to Moradintior, he prayed to any god
that would hear. But there was no response. “Fine.” He said. “If none of you worthless Gods will
answer me then I give up. You'll never hear from me again!” Upset he was about to leave but as he
reached for the door handle he heard a voice. “Well aren't you a fiesty one. What's your name son?” He
just stood there. He didn't know what was going on this had never happened before. “What are you
deaf I asked who you are.” said the voice. “Brisa-aer Tarodir…” he responded in a stunned terror.
“Really? Interesting. I feel like I’ve heard that name before. Or names for that matter. Do you know
what your name means or where its from?” “No. It’s just the name I was given. My parents have told
me that this was the name that their God told them to give me. That’s all I know.” “Is that so? Well
what if I told you there was more to that name?” “Really?” “Yes. It was the name of a great warrior. Or
warriors as it be. Your name comes from 5 great men who braved their lives to save the planet.” “That's
impossible! The world was never in danger!” “Oh young child, but it was. I should know, I was there.”
“Who are you?” “My name is not important right now. I was there when the 5 great men saved the
planet.” “I don't believe you. I have to go.” “You can run all you want, but you can't outrun your
destiny. I've been watching you and I know you're destined for great things. When you're willing to
listen I'll be here.” Brisa-aer quickly left the room and went to bed. He didn't want to believe the things
that this voice had told him. They couldn't be true. For the next 11 years he never heard from the voice
again. It had pasted out of his mind and he went on with his life. But his parents got harder and harder
on him. Accusing him of not trying hard enough to talk with Moradintior even though he was trying his
best. A few weeks later he felt like someone was watching him. He was walking through the town
square when he turned around and about 20 feet away was a figure in a tattered cloak. He couldn't see
its face but he had a weird feeling like he knew it from somewhere. He turned to go but as he did there
was a voice in his head “Hello Brisa-aer, It's been a while. Your time is soon.” He whipped around but
the figure was gone. He had recognized the voice. It was the voice that had spoken to him all those
years ago. It sent a chill up his spine. He hadn't heard it for 11 years and yet he felt like he was 5 again
talking to her for the first time. He figured it was time to tell his parents about this voice. If anyone
would know about it, it would be them. That night at dinner he told his parents, How he had talked to
this voice all those years ago and how it had told him about the destruction of the world and how what
he figured was the person of that voice had appeared to him that day. They exchanged a nervous glance
and immediately took him outside. They dragged him through the fields to a cave near the mountains.
“Where are you taking me?” He begged with them the whole time but his parents never responded.
They dragged him down into the cave into what looked to be an underwater spring of sorts. “Where are
we?” “The spring of truth” said his mother. “You might be sick.” said his father. “Only this spring will
tell us what you need to be better.” Brisa-aer looked at the spring. It was glimmering and glowy,
creating a mirage that looked the spring was made of diamonds. His father reached down and picked up
a rock that looked to be a makeshift bowl. He put some water into the bowl and gave it to Brisa-aer.
“Touch the water and the truth shall be revealed.” His parents stood back in silent fear. He looked at the
bowl and the water and saw his reflection in it although it still shimmered and it looked like there were
a million tiny gems inside. Brisa-aer Slowly put his hand into the bowl and as soon as it touched the
surface of the water all of it went pitch black. He heard his mother wince at the sight and wondered
what that meant. He looked up to see his mother crying and his father with his back turned. “What does
this mean?” he asked. There was silence. All that could be heard was his mothers soft sobs, until
eventually his father softly spoke “You are cursed and tainted. The only cure is death.” At that moment
his father turned around with a blade Brisa-aer had never seen before. And before he could do anything
his father lunged at him. Brisa-aer had barely enough time to roll out of the way and scramble to his
feet. He tried to back away but quickly learned his back was to the wall. And without warning his
father attacked again. This time with a little more awareness of the danger he was in he managed
sidestep his father and push away. But now he was at the edge of the spring. His father now fully
enraged started to slowly walk towards his son. The glowing from the spring created an eerie and
menacing shadow across his dads face. Chanting some sort of spell the blade started to glow and hover
in front of him. His father finished the enchantment and looked his son in the eyes. “I'm sorry it had to
come to this.” and then the blade launched itself at Brisa-aer. All Brisa-aer could do was brace himself
for his death. He closed his eyes and held his breath. But instead of being hit there was a sound. Like
the crack of a whip. He slowly open his eyes to see the blade about a foot away from his face with a
golden whip wrapped around the centre of it. Both he and his parents froze in terror as to what just
happened. They all followed the whip up to the ceiling and into the shadows. “Please don't kill my
champion.” Came a voice from what sounded like the gods and then a figure came down from the roof
and landing in front of Brisa-aer. “Such a nasty little enchantment this one is.” The figure spoke some
words and waved its hand over the blade and it stopped glowing and fell to the floor. “Why you
little......” Said his father. “Who me?” it said mockingly. “I'm just keeping my champion alive is all.”
“Who are you?!” his father demanded. “I'm Morgan, and your son has been chosen. Now if you'll
excuse us we must be off.” And she snapped her fingers and both Morgan and Brisa-aer were teleported
to his room. “Grab your things. We're going.” Confused and dazed from what had just happened Brisa-
aer just stood where he was. “Come on hurry up. Or I'll leave you here from your parents to find.” That
threat kicked him into gear and within 5 minutes he was packed and ready to go. “Where are we going?
And who are you.” “Away. But not too far don't worry. And you must be deaf I said 'I'm Morgan.’ I'm
the one that's been talking with you.” “You?” “Yes me, but we don't have time for this right now I'll
explain later. Also you should probably keep this. It might come in handy one day.” And Morgan
handed him the blade his father had just tried to kill him with. It looked Elvish but with a gold trim on
the handle and a black obsidian blade. And with another snap of her fingers they were gone. She had
taken him to an old port town and gave him a place to stay. “This is where you will live now. Make a
name for yourself, train, and don't get killed. I have to go. Once you are ready I'll be back.” “Wait.
Thank you for what you did. I would be dead if you hadn't stepped in like you did.” “You're welcome.
Go talk to Ilde the dwarf and tell her I sent you. She'll know what to do.” And with that she vanished.
Brisa-aer had no idea where he was but he started to look around and ask some people where Ilde was.
He eventually found her workshop and approached the door. He went inside and saw a dwarf behind
the counter. “Hello.” The woman said. “Hi. Are you Ilde?” “Yes I am. And you are?” “I'm Brisa-aer
Tarodir. I was told to tell you that Morgan sent me.” “.......Morgan?” Ilde looked nervously at him.
“Come with me. Hurry.” Brisa-aer followed her into the back of the shop where she unlocked a chest
and pulled out a selection of weapons. There was a sword, bow, staff, gloves, hammer, and axe. “These
are all magical items that know their wielder and will choose them by their personality.” Said Ilde as
she laid them all out on a table. Brisa-aer looked at them and realized they all looked like the dagger he
father had. He slowly took it out of his pocket and Ilde looked at him with fear. “Where did you get
that?” “My father had it. He tried to kill me with it...” “I see. Well the fact that it hasn't killed you yet
means that it chose you. But it's only just a secondary weapon you still need to choose a main one. Just
rest your hand over them. When it chooses you it'll jump into it.” Brisa-aer did as he was told. The only
problem was no weapon chose him. They all just laid on the table motionless. “Well that doesn't
happen.” said Ilde. “But it does mean that a weapon has chose you. That dagger that you hold has
already claimed you as it's wielder and won't let anything else get in the way. But these are just training
weapons. Once you have trained enough it will allow you to hold other weapons and use them in battle.
Understand?” Brisa-aer nodded his head and that's when his training began. He trained for 5 years in
that port town. Learning to sail, learning to fight and learning to become the rogue he was destined to
be. He met many new people and made many friends over the years. He went on quests with them, he
fought with them, they became his loyal companions. But he never dare tell them of his past, that he
was going to keep a secret from anyone. Eventually he no longer needed that training dagger but
always kept it on him just in case. After the 5 years to the day Morgan re-appeared. “You have been
training hard I see.” “Morgan! Hello, I have been.” “That's good. You'll need all of your training”
“Why? Are we going somewhere?” “You are. Across the sea to the east. It'll be a long journey for you
but it'll be worth it.” “Well even though you haven't always been here I trust you. When would I
leave?” “Tomorrow. So pack up your things and say your good byes. First sun up tomorrow you leave.
And don't worry I'll have everything on your boat ready for you.” “Okay. Thank you. Wait before you
go, remember when you saved me?” “Yes.” “Well you said you would explain everything to me but
you never did.” “And let me guess you want to know now?” “Well I was kinda hoping you could”
“Alright do you remember all those years ago when we had our first conversation?” “Of course how
could I forget?” “Well what I said was true. The world was in danger and there were 5 great men that
saved it.” “Look I know you've done all of this for me but I still can't believe that.” “I didn't expect you
to. I hear your prayers every night I know that the believer your parents made you into wouldn't be
easily swayed. But no one still answers your prayers do they?” “No... you're right.” “Maybe you
haven't found the right god to pray to.” “But I've prayed to every god in existence.” “Well maybe you
need to try a new one.” “What are you talking about?” “Just try this one. Balendir. He may not respond
right away but he will.” “I mean I'll try. But wait if he's a new god, how do you know about him?”
“He's my husband.” And with that she disappeared as she always did leaving Brisa-aer with confusion
and wonder. But he figured Morgan hadn't lead him astray yet so he might as well try. That night he did
as usual to pray but this time he prayed to this new god named Balendir. “Oh mighty Balendir. I'm
praying to you as a humble man looking for guidance and enlightenment. If you hear my prays please
answer. I have no one else to turn to.” He didn't get a response which was nothing new to Brisa-aer. He
was about to finish but he added at the end. “Morgan told me to pray to you. She hasn't lead me wrong
so I felt like I would give it a shot.” He got up and like all those years ago as he reached for the handle
of the door a voice came into his head “I've heard you and answer.” Then it was gone. A small smirk
spread across Brisa-aer face. That was the first time in 16 years that someone had answered his prayers.
The next morning he boarded his boat, set a course and set sail to a new land. Some place he'd never
heard of. The land of (Insert name of our last land here).

Half-elf Rogue

2 char
1 dex
1 int

30 speed
darkvision
fey ancestry advant on saving throws for charmed and cant sleep
skill versatility + 2 skills (religion, Perception)
common elvish + 1 more

saving throws dex int

stealth, acro, investigation, persuation.
Light armour
all weapons
theives tools
expertise
sneak attack
theives cant

Charlatan
deception, sleight of hand
disguise, forgery,
false identity
25
6
bond
flaw

14
13
14
12