| Relatives | Adyra Aspenmorrow (mother), Ilican Aspenmorrow (father) |
|---|---|
| Languages | Common, Elvish, Abyssal, Deep Speech |
| Affiliations | Servants of Att-Annalo (former) |
| Aliases | None |
| Marital Status | No Spouse/Partner |
| Place of Birth | Fallhorn City |
| Date of Death | None |
| Place of Death | None |
| Species | Wood Elf |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 5’5 ft |
| Weight | 115 lbs |
| Eye Color | Green |
Life Domain Cleric. Pronouns: He/Him.
Physical Appearance
Reylendor has tan skin, dark brown hair that’s quite disheveled, and emerald eyes with bags beneath them. He appears quite thin, even by elven standards, and has a frail stature. Reylendor wears green, cloth robes held together by brown leather straps: they appear average in quality. He carries a buckler shield in one hand and an amulet in the other. There’s also a spell scroll fastened to his right side.
Personality
Reylendor is agreeable in conversation and will work towards the general good of any party he ends up in. He has a tendency to get lost in anxiety-riddled thoughts, leading to the occasional bout of spaciness. At times, he lapses into paranoia and closes himself off or breaks away to think.
History
Fallhorn City, with its abundance of mixing races and cultures, was probably a great place to live for those who weren’t relegated to the slums. Reylendor wasn’t so lucky; when he was born his parents were in the depths of poverty, and another mouth to feed didn’t make life any easier. His mother and father worked any jobs they could get their hands to provide for him. When he was too young to work he begged, and he took to work as soon as he was able. Reylendor did everything from cleaning stables to sweeping chimneys to holding signs for street-side magic acts, but he didn’t see actual magic until he was 60.
After Reylendor’s sixtieth birthday, a religious group called the Servants of Att-Annalo took root in Fallhorn’s slums: they healed the injured for free and pooled their funds to open a soup kitchen for the hungry. Obviously, the city’s poor quickly became big fans of them. Five years after establishing themselves, the Servants offered to take in children to train in the ways of their God, Att-Annalo. Many families jumped at the opportunity and Reylendor’s parents were no exception: they wanted him to have a chance to make something of himself. And so, he spent the next several decades training.
Reylendor originally thought the Servants were clerics, but learning they were warlocks who used healing staves made little difference to him. Despite many others who began training after him being allowed to make pacts with Att-Annalo within 5-10 years, the Servants kept Reylendor in his role as an apprentice and scribe; he didn’t mind much since he enjoyed the work. During this time, Reylendor learned Deep Speech and Abyssal as they were the primary languages the Servants used to communicate. Eventually, at age 115, he was deemed ready to become a true warlock and make his pact.
During the Pact Ceremony, the unthinkable was revealed: Att-Annalo was no God, but a Far Ream dwelling Great Old One looking to create an avatar and manifest on the mortal plane. Unfortunately for him, Reylendor was deemed an ideal host. The Great One managed to latch onto a portion of Reylendor’s soul, but he was able to break away before it could fully corrupt him. Reylendor ran from Fallhorn as fast as he was able, not allowing himself to think of what might become of his family/friends in his absence.
While running from the Servants and just barely surviving on the road, Reylendor bumped into a roaming group of clerics. Feeling sympathy for his apparent plight, they took him in. Fascinated by authentic healing magic, he was quick to cast aside his warlock lessons and take to the studies of a healer. However, his experience with Att-Annalo rendered him thoroughly unable to trust any entity claiming divinity, and Reylendor shocked the clerics by learning their skills while remaining a staunch atheist. Sensing that they were put off by him, he left the group in search of a way to rid his soul of Att-Annalo’s influence.
Languages
He picked up Common and Elvish from his parents and uses them most. He tries to avoid speaking Abyssal or Deep Speech without reason, since they’re a reminder of his time with the Servants, but will occasionally slip and mutter under his breath in one or the other, usually when stressed or paranoid.
Powers and Abilities
Cantrips: Mending, Sacred Flame, Spare the Dying, Thaumaturgy.
Always Prepared Spells: Bless, Cure Wounds, Lesser Restoration, Spiritual Weapon.
Other Currently Prepped Spells: Detect Magic, Guiding Bolt, Prayer of Healing, Inflict Wounds, Shield of Faith, Find Traps, Zone of Truth.
Channel Divinity: Preserve Life, Turn Undead.
Other Skills: Mask of the Wild.
Though he studied arcana for years, he’s very new to actual combat and prefers to hang back with healing or ranged spells.
Attacks and Weapons
The traveling clerics who found Reylendor provided him with a buckler shield, amulet, quarterstaff, and mace.
He also has a spell scroll detailing a ritual to achieve communication with Att-Annalo (he acquired it during his time as a scribe).
