Killian Silverleaf
| Race: Half-Elf Sex: Male Class: Fighter/Cleric Status: KIA
Strength: 13 Weapons: Flail Armour: Chain Mail & Shield
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The Beginning
Lightning crashed as Fenna Silverleaf ran through the dark forest. She clutched to her breast a most precious bundle, her new-born son. The Orcish raiding party had attacked the Elven caravan as they stopped for the night. They should have known better than to have tried the Myth Drannan forest.
People had been singing and getting ready for the evening meal in the warm twilight when the harsh blaring of a hunting horn ripped through the air. Confused, it had taken a few moments for the recently deployed sentries to respond. By this time it was too late.
A wind sprang up bringing with it a storm of terrifying ferocity. Rain, hail and leaves blasted the hapless elves as they tried to ready themselves against who knew what. Harsh guttural shouts were heard and, with a deafening howl, the Orc horde leapt forth.
Some of the men tried to mount a desperate defence of the women and children, her brave elvish husband, Fingolim, included. They succeeded in stopping the advancing Orcs and were beginning to push them back when, with a prickling tingle familiar to magic users everywhere, she felt the unmistakable stirrings of a spell.
Moments later, as she shouted her warning to beware, a huge fireball engulfed the menfolk and destroyed their only hope of salvation. She wept as she saw the brave warriors fall but composed herself, snatched up her child and, like so many of the others near her, fled.
The Orcs pursued without mercy. Screams echoed throughout the wood as she ran. She encountered one huge brutish Orc in her flight. He leered menacingly, waving his bloodied scimitar in one hand and attempting to undo his belt with the other.
His intention was clear.
So was hers.
"No bloody way" she said and unleashed a hail of magic missiles into the body of her would be assailant.
His surprised face was almost comical as he fell first to his knees, and then to the ground, breeches around his ankles. "Let your cowardly friends find you like this, scum" she said, and continued her headlong rush to safety.
Fenna knew a little of the forest they were crossing and headed towards the road ahead. If only she could reach a farmhouse and raise an alarm they may be able to save some of her friends. She ran as fast as the wind, as if she were being pursued by the devil himself, her helpless Killian held close and whimpering to her.
She rounded a tree and saw a trail in front, heartened she burst for it.
At that moment a figure loomed in front of her, lightning highlighted a tall warrior in full armour, his gauntleted left hand held aloft displaying a stylised eye on the palm. In panic she stopped, and stood petrified before this apparition.
Moments later she felt something strike her back which drove the breath from her body, then another, and another. Looking down Fenna knew that she was lost, arrow heads protruded from her bloodied chest. Stifling a curse she slowly sank to the ground, still cradling her child. She watched, as if in a dream as the warrior seemed to regard her coldly and then strode off towards the forest.
Shortly after came the sound of fighting, then Orcish screams of terror, followed by silence. As the colour dimmed from the world she saw the armoured hand of the mysterious warrior reach down and gently take her son from her. Her life ebbed away, beyond help as she heard the warrior speak "Your child will be safe, go to your God knowing this", then all was darkness.
The Adventurer
Killian was taken to Procampur and raised as a follower of Helm. He was an impatient student and showed too much interest in the martial side of his training. During his time at the Temple he met a young acolyte from Waterdeep, Fenris Calbright. They became friends and competed for the attentions of their tutors.
Fenris, however, was much more devout than Killian and often yielded to him in combat and other matters rather than disagree with the fervent half-elf. This irritated Killian no end.
As time passed Fenris was chosen for Paladin training (so great was his faith) and had to leave the temple for a while to complete his training (in solitude).
Killian swiftly tired of temple life and was granted leave by his superiors to leave Procampur and attempt to raise the profile of Helm in a more positive light following the Time of Troubles.
So it was that Killian Silverleaf travelled west and ended up at The Old Skull Inn in Shadowdale where he met the other members of the adventuring band that were to become the Righteous Fist.
Killian was secretly very pleased with himself when he managed to get the rest of the party to agree to a Helmite name, especially that buffoon of a Gondite. Ha! 'Brain-Hard' would soon see who's God was the more powerful.
The End
Killians arrogance was short-lived however as he was slain in the first real test of the Righteous fist. A powerful spell tore his soul from his body and cast it into the void.
His remains lie near Castle Grimstead, beneath a shrine dedicated to Helm in Shadowdale awaiting their fate.
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