Ser Bronwen

Ser Bronwen of the Holy Order of the Raven Queen writing her memoir herein.

I was born in the year x at the Temple of Vara Naya, a remote temple to Her Holiness of Darkness the Raven Queen. My mother, Anora was a half elf and the Holy Priestess of She of Eternal Darkness the Raven Queen and my father was Kron, an orc that sought shelter at the temple after enduring the trials of the surrounding desert. He became a temple guard in the service of Our Dark Patron of Death and they fell in love and I was born soon after. It was a time of troubles. I was raised within the temple and showed no talent for much, constantly breaking things and none were sure what would be my path as I was not fit to be a priestess. A sign appeared...

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After this, I was marked as a Holy Servant of Her Divine Will. I built my strength in arms and learned the rhymes, rituals and passwords as best my ability.

When I turned 22 they came, some sort of marauders aligned with the cult of a dead god. They slaughtered everyone and burnt everything in an unholy ritual to their dead god. I made a vow to avenge their deaths and the defiling of the Holy Temple of Vara Naya. I only survived because I was away on an errand.

When I returned, there was only ashes. I performed a mass ritual to honor the passing of the dead and swore a holy oath of vengeance, I then took what little belonged to me that had survived, and began to wander. After a time I sold my sword to survive. I have spent years searching for the cult. It's been 10 years and I am still the only Paladin in the Holy Order of Her Holiness of Darkness the Raven Queen.