MATTHIAS

A 13th level Paladin of the sacred oath of redemption, seeking the name of the mysterious patron known only to him as The Great Lion.

MATTHIAS

A 13th level Paladin of the sacred oath of redemption, seeking the name of the mysterious patron known only to him as The Great Lion.

The Second Gift…

Your head is still swirling, still attempting to catch up to your reality, still clinging on to ghosts and whispers of your past, still trying to anchor yourself to something. 

You have found yourself going from lying on a beach, to battling stranger piscine creatures clearly evil in nature, to no beach at all, to meeting colleagues who can control those who control the wind, who call upon strange dieties, who walk on water! To climbing aboard an unknown vessel, to meeting a tabaxi captain. A catfolk…

…yes, catfolk. Something triggers in your mind. Not the same, but similar. Feline in nature. Not spotted or pale. No, the figure you see in your head, majestic, noble. Large, gold. 

Was it a memory? A dream? And why does the site of it twinge you with a wreath of regret around your chest? 

A new puzzle piece that seems to bring more questions than answers. You grasp the spear for reassurance. It is proof that all of this, as difficult as it is to believe, is real. As you do so, a word flashes in your ears. A word used by one of your new colleagues. The devout dwarf.

…Paladin. Yes…paladin. An ancient word designated for heroes of the gods, not used in your culture for ages. Paladins were defenders of justice and righteousness, devoted to gods of good and bound by sacred oaths. Power was bestowed upon them not simply for their discipleship but their commitment to justice.

Commitment to redemption.

As you contemplate the word, your hands begin glowing and warm…you feel a power, fed from an unseen hand. A divine magic flowing through your veins. Magic to enhance your attacks and heal your friends. To command and locate.

The second gift promised…

For this day, spells were chosen for you, granted, pre-prepared for your immediate use. But you divine benefact has given you more. Much more, if you but spend the time to meditate and connect with them, then you can choose a number of spells each morning, for use that day.

You wonder if you are capable of containing such power. If you’ll use it correctly. Wisely. Perhaps the cleric can help…

 

Tymaret’s Claw

Tymaret’s Claw

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Asteria!

Asteria!

Captain…Captain Matthias…yes, you were a captain. Briefly. Something to do with your upbringing. That’s right. A foundling. Memories flood your mind. A foundling. You were found by a childless couple, serfs to a land owner and retired King’s Guard slaving on his...

You Are Matthias

You Are Matthias

A 13th level aasimar paladin of the sacred oath of redemption, is lost on a strange world with only a few cryptic, though divinely delivered words to lead your way.