Ravens Bluff, The Living City
Clead is a young cleric who began his life in the slums of an old city miles from ravens bluff. He lived a hard life of poverty as a street orphan growing up. Than one faithful day after running from some guards after stealing some bread he ran into a peculiar man who was watering some flowers growing out of the cracks of the cobblestones. As Clead gawked at this strange man he heard the guards run right behind him. As the guards grabbed him ready to take him away the man turned to the guards saw the boy and said,“Ahh there you are my son i see you brought the bread as well.” He walked towards the guards pulling out a coin purse and pulled out a few gold pieces and said,“This should pay for that.” The guards with a look of slight disappointment but than delight at the idea of the ale to come set the boy down and walked off in the direction of the tavern. Clead turned to the man after watching the guards leave and asked," Why did you do that? Dont think i owe you anything." The man laughed and asked if Clead would like more to eat than just a piece of bread. His eyes lit up in excitement at such a proposition as he shook his head yes. “Than follow me my boy” The man said. He laed Clead to his suprise out of the slums of the city into the market district. He felt exposed around so many wealthy people but the man led him on with a hand on his shoulder.Soon they arrived in front of a grand cathedral. Out in front were some vendors dressed the same as the man selling grains and wheat and above lied a stained glass window with the depiction of a scythe harvesting grain. The man led Clead inside where he paused in awe of such a fancy bulding. The man than led Clead to a small connector room in the back of the cathedral. This than led to a storage room with tables and a few other men dressed as the man who had led Clead here. The man sat Clead down and fetched a bowl of stew from another room. Clead dove into it hungrily never having tasted something as delicious as this in his life. The man watched Clead with a pleasant look on his face and in his eyes. When Clead had finished the man asked, “What is your name my son?” To which Clead responded,“Clead sir” the word sir forming strangely but instinctively in Cleads mouth out of respect for such a kind man.The man smiled and replied," Clead it is nice to meet you. My name is Father Eilif and this is the the house of our Lord Chauntea." As he spoke those almost magical words there were murmurs of praise from the other men in the room. As Clead an Father Eilif spoke Clead became enthralled by the words of the man with which he spoke. He felt a feeling ignite in his soul that he hadn’t felt before. It was the fires of hope. As days past the man never asked Clead to leave and even gave him his own bed to sleep on. Father Eilif showed Clead what the priests of the church did and there way of thinking and reasoning. As Clead learned he began to feel more like he had a home and new where he belonged. A few years passed and Clead started on his path to become a Cleric of Chauntea. Father Eilif could see the potential in Clead and formed him into a righteous man of God. After years pass within the city Clead is now of age to take the pilgrimage to the mountain tops near by to truly connect with nature and Chauntea.As he prepared for his journey with a few other apprentices Father Eilif approached Clead. He clapped a hand down on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes and said,“Clead my son you make me proud to see how you have grown since the days we first met. I believe that one day you will do something extraordinary for this world. This is your first steps into man hood and the rest of your bright future.” “Thank you Father i still rejoice to Chauntea’s divine mercy when i look back upon the day we met.” Replied Clead. As the group of apprentices readied to leave Clead and Father Eilif said there goodbyes. The group than began the journey towards the mountain there was a rumble that shook the very earth and cracks could be heard in the distance behind the group.Clead turned to see lightning striking down onto the city to which he called home. He raced back towards the city hoping it wasnt to late. As he entered the gates all was quite. He could see blood on the streets and gore scattered about. The city was burning destruction all around. He made his way towards the cathedral as quietly as possible. As he looked out across the Main market square he heard and saw some strange men drenched in blood gathered around the cathedral he called home. One of them was leading what appeared to be some twisted sermon of destruction and storms.They appeared to be preparing to burn the church, but Clead couldn’t believe that none had survived so he creeped to the back of the church and entered it through one of the rear entrances. As he walked in all he found was a slaughter. The bodies of his friends and brothers were strewn everywhere but by the table he had met Father Eilif he heard a moan. He moved the table to find the Father mutilated and beaten. He was still alive but was slipping away. Clead asked him,“What has happened who would do this to our city!?” Father Eilif responded with a chocked response,“They are the followers of the evil God talos.” As he finished he coughed blood spraying on Cleads robes.“They must pay for this Father the bastards killed everyone!” Clead cried out realizing that everyone he has ever known or helped is no more. tears streaming down his face he asked," Father what can i do how can i stop them??" Father Eilif took in a ragged breath and said,“There isnt much time my son you must go.” As he said this the smell of burning filled the air and Father Eilif thrust a small medallion into Cleads hands. “Go!!” he yelled as another coughing fit sprung up. With tears streaming down his face Clead turned and ran from his home he didnt stop until he couldnt here the chanting anymore. He looked back at his home to see it ablaze. Than it seemed as if the weight of the situation truly crashed down upon him. He collapsed in the alley he had run to. He awoke to the sound of tearing cloth and flesh. It would seem that all that remained of his city was wild dogs tearing at the scraps of flesh and people in the streets. He walked over to his home once again to find a single thing standing amongst the ruins. It was a Scythe the favored weapon of the Goddess Chauntea. He took the Scythe saying a prayer of vengeance and mourning for his fallen temple and home and city. He than journeyed out to complete the pilgrimage he had started. When he reached the top of the mountain he saw signs of his brethren who hadnt followed him back to the city they were gone now who knows where. He than kneeled down and prayed and fasted for a week straight. When he finally arose he knew what he must do. He than began his true lifes journey destroying the evil of the world and protecting the innocent he hunted the followers of Talos who had done the great evil that haunts him still. Now 10 years after the day that changed everything for him he finds himself in the city of Raven’s Bluff having heard tell of there plight and a particular group of adventurers who steadfastly defend there city as true men of righteousness.