Personal History

 
Born in the northern mountains to the goliath Smite Clan, StrongSmite was one of a kind. He was the biggest, strongest stone child of clan Smite, and the nephew of the clan leader, StormSmite. StormSmite had a power passed down from his father and his father before him of wild magic. StormSmite and the Smite clan were fierce, deadly, terrifying clans that raged across the mountain sides and its nearby villages.
 
SoulSmite, StrongSmite's mother and sister of the clan leader, was a goliath of empathy. She loved nature and life and knew that smaller, weaker things needed to be protected in the world. She was angry at Stormsmites' need for conquest and evil but Stormsmites' anger and her fear of retribution made her silent. He would smite down anyone that opposed his say.
 
He was grooming Strongsmite to be the next clan leader. He thought of strongsmite as his own son. Strongsmite holds the same ancestral power that he does and Stormsmite knew he’d be the strongest in the clan someday.
 
His mother opposed all of Stormsmites' evil, so did Strongsmite. He followed his mothers path and destroyed those that cause evil in the world. He wanted to use his strength to protect those that could not protect themselves.
 
When StrongSmite was still a young child StormSmite the clan came across a halfling village. The village was full of life, food, and drink. StormSmite wanted it for himself. Soulsmite couldn't let him do it this time. They fought just outside the village, but Soulsmite couldn’t defeat him. He was too strong. Storm Smite killed Soulsmite.
 
StrongSmite saw this happen. Enraged with a sense of justice for his mother and the village, he charged at Storm Smite. But just like his mother he was defeated With a single punch, Storm Smite brought Strongsmite to an inch of death. The clan left him in the middle of a pillaged city for dead. The cruelty of Storm Smite ravaged the area for years to come.
 
Strongsmite was awoken in the middle of the burning village. It had been a few days, but the fires were still kindling on the shacks and storefronts of the halfling village. A face of kindness and strength was peering over him. This person's aura radiated protection. It was a Vassal of the Allmother’s Vengeance. This paladin, Jhon Deacon, and his troupe came to protect the village, but were too late. The smite clan was nowhere to be found.
 
 
I told them the story of how I was left for dead and how my mother tried stopping StormSmite. They decided to let me rest and travel with them to the nearest town. Traveling with them, I was told stories of heroism, justice, and honor. I knew I wanted to be just like them, so I asked to be their squire and follow them to learn the ways of justice. Jhon Deacon obliged and I followed them through the teen years. He taught me the ways of the Mother and instilled in me the laws of justice and heroism. This is what I was meant to be. I can make up for the horrible things my ancestors have done. I can be a beacon of justice.
 
 
 
Jhon Deacon was close to his dying age. I was with him during his last and final breaths. He gave me his name and told me I must follow my own path and be a protector of those who cant protect themselves and fight for justice. After he passed, I took up his name to honor him and wandered the countryside looking for my own path to follow.
 
I must learn how to use my strength and grow to serve the weak people. Hopefully one day I can run into my old clan and serve justice for my mother and those that Stormsmite has ruined. Hopefully, I too, can be a beacon of justice.
 
He recently found a job as a guard for a caravan of dwarven miners. After staying with them for some months, a new opportunity arrived…