Zeder

Z (a.k.a. Sir Sláinte)

Z is a servant of Moradin. Moradin is a goddess. Pelor is a god. A goddess is a god. Pelor is a goddess. Z is a servant of Pelor. Moradin is Pelor is a god who does not procreate and has no need to be named. Laughing now to pass the time. Everyday they'd call his name. In the night a prayer was laid. Rising to the starry sky. Answered in the days gone by. She knows how to tell a Shortly after being born, Z's family moved to Gauntlgrym from Neverwinter. However, his mother Leira quickly got into trouble with a high ranking authority and their family was subsequently banned from the city. After Leira "passed away", Z sought ways of reconnecting with her. This led to his eventual desire to get back into Gauntlgrym and is partially why he serves Moradin (Moradin being a goddess heavily revered in the city). On his way to the city, he got cold feet and didn't think the disguise alone would work. So he decided he'd avoid the front gate by way of the Underdark. That did not work well. He has a father, a late mother, and two siblings: Gayle and Ben.

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

A bit slender, but otherwise appears to be a fairly average human.

Identifying Characteristics

Tattoo of a sun above his collarbone.

Specialized Equipment

Carries a shield with an emblazoned sun.

Mental characteristics

Education

Greyfield Academy (for the tilled)

Accomplishments & Achievements

Completed "Phase 1". Completed "Phase 2".

Failures & Embarrassments

He fell from spider webs a lot. It sucked. He missed all attacks with a divinely conjured catfish. He doesn't actually have the suggestion spell.

Morality & Philosophy

Gods have no gender.

Personality Characteristics

Motivation

To serve through action.

Savvies & Ineptitudes

Great at maintaining balance. Can apply make up perfectly without a mirror.

Likes & Dislikes

Likes articulation. Dislikes not rolling articulation checks with advantage.

Virtues & Personality perks

Self-driven creation is a virtue.

Vices & Personality flaws

Addicted to articulation. No flaws.

Social

Family Ties

Father Late Mother, Leira Younger Sister, Gayle Younger Brother, Ben

Religious Views

Unknown.

Speech

Uses a familiar accent.

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Birthplace

Greyfield

Children

Eyes

Brown

Hair

Ginger Red

Height

5'10''

Quotes & Catchphrases

God I love healing! Don't die on me! Yes, I can cast the suggestion spell.

Known Languages

Common, Elvish

Character Prototype

D&D OotA: Starring Tom Hiddleston as Zedér for no particular reason

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a missionary's position

i did a lot of traveling from town to town and by traveling i mostly mean avoiding the confines of laws which do not agree with my religious needs
laws that i found myself compeled to imediately rebel against with my entire being!
laws that mean to keep ink on the page instead of flowing from quill to quill!
laws that the goddess herself would make laws against!
... laws like
"do not act as city guards to convince the guard captain to give 'you' the worst post in the city...yes, the one right by the sewer, sir, I've always wanted it"
or laws like
"do not transfer pelor tithings to the nearest bahamut tithing container only to then transfer the sum to handheld makeshift temporary tithing containers lining the streets"
or laws like
"do not curse at high ranking officials as themselves"
for the resulting confusion results in a need to know the intricacees of local law, custom, and the finer details of the aformentioned officials life I forgot my point. oh yes right. so you hear a lot of things going to all these places, and one thing you learn is that there are all sorts of gods gods for fuckin everything. you like hills? theres a god of hills. you like the existance and general concept of common sense? god of that too. you like death? buddy start praying cuz you've got options so then you've got all these people praying to all sorts of gods and making all sorts of buildings and such and you start to wonder why its all needed. and its needed becuse...religion is like a relationship. it needs the interaction to exist. if no one prays to moradin then moradin doesn't anser anyones prayers and if moradin doesn't anser anyones prayers then why would anyone pray to moradin in the first place? so im in a bit of a situation. and have been for ~~qeye~~ qwhite some time. I need to find someone interested in a threesome a holy threesome did my coin pulse or is my god just happy to see me? :) anyways were about to search for some droki darro bastard should be awful but we need to do it to get out of the city of death and hatred

on principal

i once studied a week strait for an arithmatic exam cuz we had to pass in order to take the trip to mirabar to see the anual mirar run. jessy and i had a plan to poke holes in a khyek belonging to a dwarf by the name of axel and he was a mean bastard of a dwarf who did work with jesses father so we thougt it would be an apropriate jesture but anyways i studyed non stop for this test. all day and all night and i new my fuckin matearial. back to front. day of the exam comes and im feeling confident. the ~~queshton~~ questons come and my ansers follow. i aced it. but at the top i sign my name Z (ben had recently givin me some insperation in a poem and i decided to go with it) and the teacher gets my test, sees the name, grabs my arm and takes me imediately to principal carter and for the next hour i get scolded on the dangers of ~~defeyeance~~ defiance and the importance of respect and acountability whatever the fuck it had to do with my name. and so they tell me im gonna fail the exam if i dont right my name all proper and original given without concern for my damn sense of self so i tell em to go fuck themselves... ...or i just told em i wouldnt do it and they failed me and i didnt get to go to mirabar with jess and she called me a dipshit for doing it and them a bunch of bastard fuckheads for what they did ____ so were here on our way to grakelsturg trying to formulate a plan and derendel wont go with it becuz he doesnt want to change his looks cuz he thinks his perception matters more than anything else in the whole wide world and the fucked up thing is hes right. derendel is the only person ive ever met who probably agrees with my filosophy more than any other and i told him he had to conform to our plan or fuck off cuz his life was on the line but perception IS everything. the power to tell others that this is who i am and i dont give a fuck what you think i am. you will treat me how i want to be perceived. that was derendel and that is me. so by Leira strike me down if he ever meets his end cuz he was one of us. but i tried. i really did. bless that defiant delusonal royal bastard hope for all our sakes this plan works [Z's writings have typically bad handwriting, but the words below have uncharacteristically awful handwriting. You might guess that this is due to a lack of proper light source? Or perhaps due to an injured hand? Or even a cramped, hostile writing environment? It's probably some combination of all three.]

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were in jail now

intentions

[The edges of the following page are marked with dried blood, smeared in a way that reveals a frustrated attempt at removing the previously fresh stains.] around the time ben started walkin and talkin in complete sentances i started doing this thing where id flik his forhead as he walked by. and he knew i was just bein playful with him so hed give this smirk and try to pelt me with one of his crumpled poems when i did it but then i went out with jessy and the first time she came over to my room...i swear to Leira I was so nervous I fliked her right on the forhead as she was walkin by me and we both kinda stared at each other in shock for a moment...i didnt really know what to say. so i told her to wait there and i went in my mothers closet to dress up a bit and when i came back i put on my best impression of ms jameson and had us both rolling on the floor until edward came in mad as a drunken librarian bastard and riped the clothes right off me and kicked jessy out. and so the other day right, im being dragged under the water by fish fucker number 374 and... ive been in a lot of bad spots before but i thought i was ~~acsh~~ ~~achooa~~ actually fuck i thought i was actually done for until korgoth and misery saved me...BUT for a second i thought i was being attacked when misery threw her dagger at me and of course she wasnt point is, i figured i owed em both a bit of ~~apreshea~~ apreceation which is exactly why i dressed up as a silly mushroom king goin by the name of mr. micah nid and swam over to misery with aims of tellin her how thankful i was for having her save me and all but she had nightmares about mushrooms and portals or something the day before so she stabbed me the second she saw me and nearly killed me, but i figure if im dying then better it be by a teleporting tabaxi than another fish fucker. if Leira wasnt rolling from this one i dont know what itll take [Next to the word "take", you see a small drop of blood next to a similar sized circle of ink, underneath which lies a concave semi-circle, making what might be interpreted to be a smiley face.] next time ill just go as ms jameson.

misery

[The following words are heavily marred by what was likely a complete submersion of the page in water.] so i told adre about ben and now shes keeping another secret which brings my total to about 5 i think...not including mine of course and they dont understand the why yet but you have to ease into the filosofical. you have to crawl before you swim no.. sink before you swim no.. i remember the first time i went back to scool with my hair died brown and i told ms jameson i was andy anderson. i dont think she baught it but it lasted a good day until amy rated me out the bastard. got a lot of shit for that one. and admitedly andy anderson - not the peek of my creativity. so im trying to make sure im not traveling with a bunch of amys. i need to make a following of jamesons. misery might be as obvious as andy anderson but its a name as real as any other [The following words are not marred at all.] fuck the god damn piece of shit underdark

ben

today a daleereous madman told me my 16 year old brother fought a dragon. leira confirmed this and i have to ask myself why...as her servent...why i wasnt told this information the irony is not lost on me but certain things are off limits ben is off limits if i ever find godfree. dilion. or degon again ill fuckin kill em for taking him along shit fuck shit a test of faith if there ever was one ben you idiot

water you riding

alright im trying this writing thing which sucks cause
1 - i hate writing
2 - i have to angle my stupid shield just so I can see what im writing basicaly everythings fucked, theres a huge tentacle monkey monster that got woken up cause a fish priest prayed real hard or something and now were all on boats that keep crashin into things! korgoth keeps standing near me cause he can't see and he fuckin smells. all the shit i can do sometimes i wish i could just make people not smell anyways we ran into dwarvs that tried to kill us but once I saw em they were surrendering already, then we tried to ask em about their city but they wanted too much money, so we tried to kill them im not really certain about the whole morality of the situation but they seemed like a bunch of asses and so are we, so Id say things went about as well as they usually do down here I dont like fish anymore