My name; my new name, is Korinth the Protector. While the name doesn’t really make sense to
me I have learned long ago not to question the high priest. Korinth is not the name I was given at birth,
but the name I was given when I decided to give my life to the church. I have since learned what the name translates
to in common, although I still haven’t figured out its meaning. Korinth is draconic for “Rage”.
While I had mixed feelings about my destiny I never once
showed anger at the loss I had suffered.
In fact I was so elated at the opportunity I was given to study at the
temple I wore a smile non-stop for many months.
It was my understanding, according to what I was told by my
parents, that I was born in a small village- whose name is neither well known
or important to my story- that lay just outside a small but important city
housed within a dead volcano. I worked
on my father’s farm until my mother and him walked to the end of their mortal
road. I was seven. At that time there was much turmoil in the
realm. Darkness was spreading and the people
were all afraid of an approaching evil.
It was prophesied that a major catastrophe was heading our
way and due to the evil involved, or powering it, many innocent lives would be
lost. A summons was sent to every corner
of the land asking the good people to gather in an attempt to stop the tide of
darkness. With no parents to tell me
what to do, no money, and no prospects I decided to go to the gathering.
The gathering was in an area of the country previously
un-inhabited. Rather than trying to deal
with the logistics of such a large gathering in the city, the church set up in
the wilderness. Caravans ran to the area
non stop for weeks. People walked and
rode animals on a pilgrimage for miles.
I walked. By myself. For over fifty miles.
The gathering was beyond anything I could have ever
imagined. Thousand, tens of thousands,
possibly even hundreds of thousands of people had shown up. No one bothered counting, it was too
massive. Upon my arrival those in charge
made it known that we would wait two more days for stragglers then start the
ceremony. I made friends with a few
people and managed to talk my way into a couple meals.
Two days later the most powerful and venerated members of
the leading church in the city called everyone to attention. The plan was for all of us to call out in one
voice to the powers of good, and plead for deliverance from the coming
evil. The priests and clerics would lead
us in prayer.
Once the ceremony began, all commotion stopped and everyone
was completely enchanted. The priests
began their prayer, which was more of a chant.
Then the people followed suit and we all said the chant together. In a few moments we all became one
voice. I could feel the power gathering
around us. Our hope and faith was
incredible to behold. It didn’t take
long before something happened. A beam
of light fell from the sky onto the platform where the clerics stood. At once all praying ceased and we stood in
awe as the figure of a great deity descended from above.
St. Cuthbert had answered our prayers and sent his avatar to
deliver us from evil. I saw him with my
own eyes. I heard him speak with my own
ears. And my heart was moved to the
truth that was the divine. It was at
that moment that I decided to turn my life over to the church. Whatever way I could, I was determined to let
the church know my intentions to serve them for life.
We never met with whatever atrocity was supposed to befall
the region. St. Cuthbert saved us from
evil at that hour. I had stumbled across
a unique opportunity, I made my desires known to a high ranking priest and was
given an invitation to the seminary.
I spent the next nineteen years in service to the
temple. Most of those years were spent
in study and research in order to not only further my knowledge but also the
general knowledge of the church. There
were occasions when I was tasked with leaving the temple in order to tend to
some need in the surrounding villages. I
have a certain knack for healing, and am able to channel the power of the
divine to this purpose quite well. There
were a few times I had to go stop the spread of disease or tend to the wounded. I have even been amongst the soldiers of war,
behaving as a combat medic. This is
where I earned the second part of my name.
I was given the name Korinth but my actions in times of need earned me
the name The Protector.
After many years of study I came to the conclusion that my
choice of deities must lie with Pelor. I
studied all the known deities and reviewed their philosophies, even wrote
papers on them and presented my findings and thoughts to my superiors. I made the decision to devote my life to
Pelor once I realized the steadfastness of Pelor and his ideals. No matter how cloudy it gets, or how long the
night seems to last, the sun always rises again. The sun will shine on forever and Pelor will
grant his holy favor to me as long as I serve him.
After nineteen years studying at the temple, I asked for my
leave to go out into the world and preach the holy word. Because of my services to the temple I left
with their blessing and journeyed home.
I decided not to return to the home I knew since my parents were gone
and I had nothing left there. I decided
I could do more good in the world if I live where there is a greater
population. I went to Cauldron, the city
closest to where I grew up. The city
that called the people together in prayer and convinced me to follow a divine
path. The city I must return to and help
guide along the path of the light.
As far as how I look: I stand an average five foot five
inches tall and weigh a total of one hundred and thirty pounds soaking
wet. I usually wear robes provided by
the church, unless I need to travel or adventure in the name of the
church. I have short cut brown hair and
brown eyes and I am unremarkable to look upon, and in my opinion easily forgettable.
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