Reylendor

Reylendor Aspenmorrow

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
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. Despite everything he’s experienced, he still loves learning and is ever curious about strange arcana and alchemy.

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.

Currently, he’s 121.

On the Servants of Att-Annalo

“The Far Realm is filled with forces utterly incomprehensible to those not born into it. Some of the entities dwelling within it might be older than time itself. Those who seek to meddle in the affairs of that realm are either naive—desperately searching for purpose since they’ve found none within the Material—or arrogant: fools who would claim understanding where there can be none. I was once both. I write this so, should something unseemly become of me, others will know of the danger in pursuit.

In 735 PR, halfling Mel Netheroe went to a bard’s college to study the lore of the world. He grew uninterested in his studies and dropped out three years later, turning his attention to a local order of wizard scribes; Mel studied under them for six years, but eventually turned weary again and left. I am uncertain of the exact details since Father Netheroe Mel keeps much close to his chest, but I do know that he garnered a few followers in 745. They fancied themselves true scholars—people who refused to sink a lifetime into a single study and wanted to see ‘the truth which connects it all’ or some other nonsense.

At some point in their scholarly meandering, they turned to looking at the stars. It was then that Mel heard The Calling: strange whispers that spoke to him not as voices, but “sight beyond sight”. He started hallucinating having visions about the true nature of the world. He told his closest companions and eventually they started having these visions too. I am uncertain how they procured the funds to build an observatory, but they did. They locked themselves away and, perhaps ironically, dedicated themselves entirely to learning of the Far Realm.

It was then that Att-Annalo finally spoke to Mel. He described it as the height of fulfillment: a culmination of all the philosophy, lore, and science he had ever learned. I think he was likely absorbed by the power it’s pact bestowed him with. Whatever the case, in 764 the newly named Servants of Att-Annalo descended on the slums of Fallhorn City like an asymptomatic swarm.

Despite their strange garb and preachings, they healed our sick and tended to our weary. That was enough for us. I’ll never begrudge my parents for sending me to become their scribe. I spent decades transcribing Att-Annalo’s nonsensical murmurings to its favored servants and stupidly hoping to one day be blessed enough to receive it’s words. Really, I can’t believe I ever thought the abomination was a god.

I remember precious little of the night that was supposed to be my initiation

just writing it unsettles me and there’s a pounding in my head every time I so much as look upon that damnable scroll.” —An excerpt from the journal of one Reylendor Aspenmorrow

~Scroll of Communion with the Great Old One~

Words are scrawled on top of each other. Some are so dark that they bleed through the page. Other words fade in and out of sight depending on the lighting. The language appears to be a distinctive dialect of Deep Speech. One phrase is constantly repeated in the margins between sentences: “speak… life… vessel”.

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: Eldritch Blast, Mending, Minor Illusion, Spare the Dying, Toll the Dead, Word of Radiance.

Always Prepared Spells: Bless, Cure Wounds, Lesser Restoration, Spiritual Weapon.

Other Currently Prepped Spells: Aid, Comprehend Languages, Detect Magic, Guiding Bolt, Inflict Wounds, Sanctuary, 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 support spells. Recently, he’s learned to attack when the opportunity presents itself.

Attacks and Weapons 

Despite having a mace, Reylendor never uses it: he was never particularly strong, and being exposed to a cult ritual certainly didn’t help his physicality. Reylendor also still has access to some warlock spells: he learned Eldritch Blast, Minor Illusion, and Comprehend Languages during his time as an initiate. He’s willing to use Minor Illusion to cause distractions and Comprehend Languages to aid communication or text deciphering, but he’s sworn off ever using Eldritch Blast again. To him, it’s far too directly connected to Att-Annalo’s power.

He also has a spell scroll detailing a ritual to achieve communication with Att-Annalo (he acquired it during his time as a scribe).