Beljhan

Dragonborn Cleric

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My name is Beljhan. My clan, The Norixus, has been destroyed and I have been forced to wander the wilderness in constant search of the marauders who have destroyed my homeland. I will search for as long as it takes to find and eliminate every single one of the scum that has tainted and destroyed my world. The animals have become my new clan, leading and allowing me to sustain life throughout the wilderness that is now my home. I find the rugged terrain to be a link between my past and my future, a wandering world where I constantly struggle to attain everything that I have. Through my wanderings I have learned much of the wilderness and how to survive in the brutal and harsh terrain of many environments. The first being to never offend the local wildlife, having a pack of angry wolves chase me for the first month I was made an exile taught me this. I keep the tooth of the first wolf I killed on a leather thong around my neck to remind me that just because I can destroy something, does not mean I should. It was during this first period of my wanderings that I began hearing a voice speak to me in the stillness of my mind late at night. It spoke to me of divine vengeance and retribution. It spoke with a furor fueled by the conviction that it was absolute and nothing could harm it. This is when I became the dragonborn I am today. This is when Bahamut became my liege, my lord, and my god. He spoke to me of the Association of Skulls, the group which had become jealous of my clans physical prowess. He told me of the deal they made with a mighty warlord to gain the arms to defeat us in combat. Now I have a name. Now I have a quest. Now….. My vengeance begins.
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Beljhan

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