Malic Citrate, Rymlli Flamebullion

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-	== Description ==	+
-		+
-	== Background ==	+
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-	Rymlli Flamebullion	+
-	Deep Dwarf Cleric of an Unknown, Faceless God	+
-		+
-	Rymlli, a deep dwarf of the Flamebullion clan, peeked out	+
-	from the crevice through the tiniest of slits between his fingers.	+
-	The light was blinding and harsh. If all of the forges of the	+
-	Flamebullion clan were made to fire at once (a feat not	+
-	performed for many hundreds of years), their combined	+
-	intensity would be nothing compared to this all consuming	+
-	power. Rymlli rotated his head trying to locate the roof of this	+
-	new cavern. Much to his surprise there was none. High in the	+
-	sky burning brighter than any object Rymlli had ever seen was	+
-	what could only be Moradin’s Sky Forge.	+
-		+
-	Rymlli had never left the Underdark before. It had taken	+
-	him over thirty sleep cycles to reach the surface since his flight	+
-	from the Flamebullion clan hall. The first nine sleep cycles had	+
-	simply been a blind flight—an attempt to get as far away from	+
-	the hall as fast as possible. It was only a matter of time before	+
-	the council of old men would cease their debate over what	+
-	exactly had happened during his spellcasting examination.	+
-	Honor-retrievers would soon be dispatched to bring him back.	+
-	Rymlli only knew of one person who had ever evaded the	+
-	honor-retrievers. His great uncle Mekda had also departed	+
-	when he was Rymlli’s age. Rymlli was pretty sure that Mekda	+
-	had successfully escaped. Of the five honor-seekers sent after	+
-	Mekda, only one returned alive—and the survivor had not	+
-	spoken of the foray to anyone outside of the council	+
-	chambers.	+
-		+
-	Rymlli rubbed his eyes and turned away from the light that	+
-	spewed forth from Moradin’s Sky Forge. As his eyes regained	+
-	their darkvision he saw the bodies of the two “half an orc” that	+
-	he had slain during the previous sleep cycle. Rymlli knew all	+
-	about Gruumsh, the one-eyed god of cruelty, from his religious	+
-	teachings. Gruumsh was an orc and while the creatures that	+
-	he had slain fought like orcs, they did not possess the stark	+
-	green skin, scars, or the stench of years of filth that Rymlli had	+
-	been told that all orcs possessed. These two creatures smelled	+
-	more of fear, sweat, and travel than of filth. Rymlli felt that the	+
-	term “half an orc” fit them well.	+
-		+
-	During his confrontation with the two “half an orc”,	+
-	Moradin’s Sky Forge had not been lit. Instead, Moradin’s tears	+
-	had rained down and it was just as dark outside as it was inside	+
-	the crevice that Rymlli now occupied. The two “half an orc”	+
-	had huddled just inside the crevice too afraid to stay in the	+
-	rain, but also too afraid to head any deeper into the cavern.	+
-	As he remembered the fierce battle, Rymlli reached out and	+
-	gently ran his fingers along an arcane symbol that someone	+
-	had etched into the cave wall long ago and knew why the	+
-	“half an orc” had not ventured any deeper.	+
-		+
-	For the final twenty-one sleep cycles (after the original	+
-	blind flight of nine), Rymlli had in fact been following the	+
-	arcane symbols etched into the walls during his ascent.	+
-	Amongst many of the great Dwarven clans—hill, mountain, and	+
-	deep dwarf alike—wizardry was verboten so it was very unusual	+
-	to find such items clearly marking a path upwards to the	+
-	surface from the Underdark. When Rymlli first saw them, he	+
-	hypothesized that they were Mekda’s and he felt full of power	+
-	whenever he was near them.	+
-		+
-	Rymlli double-checked that both of Mekda’s scrolls were	+
-	still intact in their case in his backpack. It was these accursed	+
-	items that had caused him to flee in the first place. Rymlli had	+
-	been given Mekda’s old forge and tools when he come of age	+
-	to strike the white hot Flamebullion for himself. Tucked away	+
-	inside a secret compartment below Mekda’s anvil were the	+
-	scrolls. Rymlli made it a point to steal away and study the	+
-	scrolls whenever possible. He learned many things from these	+
-	scrolls, but chief among them, he learned words that would	+
-	make his healing spells more powerful. The words had	+
-	accidentally sprang from his lips during his final spellcasting	+
-	examination before he received the blessing of his clan and	+
-	became an ordained Cleric of Moradin—blessed protectors of	+
-	the Flamebullion clan. Once the words were said they could	+
-	not be unsaid and Rymlli had been forced to flee. The penalty	+
-	for wizardry amongst the Flamebullion was death.	+
-		+
-	It was just after the third sleep cycle of his blind flight from	+
-	the clan hall that Rymlli first realized that he had fallen out of	+
-	Moradin’s favor. No longer were his prayers answered nor were	+
-	divine magics granted. Distraught Rymlli had fretted endlessly	+
-	over his now useless holy symbol. He had passed it from hand	+
-	to hand, turned it over, spun it, shook it, but no matter the	+
-	action, his spells did not return. It was not long before the holy	+
-	symbol itself had been worn perfectly smooth from Rymlli’s	+
-	rough hands. No likeness of Moradin remained.	+
-	Rymlli’s spellcasting ability returned when he first	+
-	discovered one of the arcane etchings. His now faceless holy	+
-	symbol had felt hot in his hand when he first gazed upon the	+
-	deep scratches in the cave wall. With his newly energized holy	+
-	symbol in hand, Rymlli ceased his prayers to Moradin, and	+
-	began his worship anew to this faceless god that had taken	+
-	pity on him.	+
-		+
-	Rymlli kicked the body of one of the “half an orc” and	+
-	began rummaging through its pockets looking for anything of	+
-	use. He located a few gold pieces for his troubles. He stashed	+
-	the gold away in his own pocket and turned back towards the	+
-	opening of the crevice. He knew that his new life on the	+
-	surface would not be an easy one. Rymlli once again placed	+
-	his hands over his eyes and opened the tiniest off slits between	+
-	his fingers. With his eyes protected, he exited the darkness and	+
-	strode boldly into the world bathed in the light of Moradin’s Sky	+
-	Forge.	+
-		+
-	== Character Sheet ([http://chroniclesofmezra.org/characters/view.php?id=10 print]) ==	+
-	<csheet>10</csheet>	+

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