As a champion for the goddess of death, it is Skuld's duty to assist the living in their transition to the afterlife.
- Date of Birth
- 6th of Tobelom, 5693
- Heterochromic & partially blind[br]Milky white & vibrant blue
- Ash blonde
- Skin Tone
- Pale gray
- 325 lbs
From Heapside to Sow’s Foot. Rivington to Tumbledown, Seatower to Blackgate; Skuld moved quietly throughout the entire city. The female goliath kept to the slums; living humbly with those the city’s leaders would rather forget. It was better this way. No one expected her to share meals, tell her story, or explain herself. She could live in peace, serving the sick of the City of Blood and assist them on their journey until whatever her goddess had sent her here for came to be.
When Skuld was randomly drafted into the Flaming Fists, she didn’t question or fight it. Her goddess knew what she was doing and Skuld owed all of her breaths to the deity. It was ironic, really. Her father would be proud to know she was finally some sort of official warrior. Well, perhaps only somewhat proud. It was still a soft city in a comfortable climate afterall.
Despite her upbringing, combat training and domineering physical prowess, the cleric lived a relatively peaceful life as she traveled south from the Spine of the World. Just because she didn’t invite it, didn’t mean decay and finality didn’t find its way to her. Where Skuld went, death followed.
The goliath left a trail of corpses to mark her path through Faerûn, never staying long enough in one place for people to catch on to her “cursed” presence and chase her out at the edge of a mob. People didn’t want to die. It wasn’t their fault, and Skuld didn’t begrudge them of their demeanor towards her. She didn’t want to die either. She had work to do.
And so the towering, cloaked goliath walked steadily through the streets of Eastway as she searched for the captain she’d been sent to find. A mantle of snow leopard fur rested upon her shoulders though the warmth was not needed here. Scale mail armor fit snugly on top of northlander clothing which covered her tall, muscular goliath form. Vertical patterns a few shades darker than her pale skin line her features from head to toe.
The cleric has passed through the Basilisk Gate many times before but now the impressive, looming structure remains shut. A barred city meant pestilence, outbreaks, suffering, grief. They meant death. Skuld knew she was about to become very busy.
Coming upon the rowdy crowd, she watches out of her blazingly bright blue eye as the people before her erupted into chaos. There was her contact, Captain Zodge. Throwing punches in an almost bored manner, as if he had done this many times before.
A wisp of Skuld’s ash blond hair escapes its braided crown and lazily dances before her milky white eye. An old and grotesque burn scar disfigured half of her face. It lay just behind the shadow of her hood, out of sight from onlookers unless someone inspected the goliath closely. Usually they didn’t. People rarely look up.
Current: Flaming Fist Conscript
Previous: Travelling Death Officiant, Volunteer "Healer"
Accomplishments & Achievements
- Sent many souls to Helheim and into the embrace of Hel
- Survived death thanks to her goddess on several occasions
Failures & Embarrassments
- Deemed unfit to live by her goliath clan
- Chased out of Ten Towns by a mob accusing her of bringing a plague and the town fire some years back
Morality & Philosophy
Death does not discriminate, nor does Skuld. Her morality lies exactly in the center and believes things must be judged on a case by case basis.
Every breath she takes is owed to her goddess and Skuld knows this fully well. She is content to live her life in servitude as Hel's hand here in the material world and takes her duties very seriously. Something big is about to take place in the City of Blood. Hel has told Skuld as much and though she doesn't know why, she knows it is vital for her to be apart of whatever happens.
Quotes & Catchphrases
It's better in the dark when you're a friend of mine.
Likes & Dislikes
Likes: Watching others partake in merrymaking such as: feasting, dancing, laughing, storytelling, and other forms of revelry. She's also quite fond of anything that reminds her of home despite her past.
Dislikes: Being the center of attention. She prefers to live and operate from the dark and gets exceedingly uncomfortable when people focus on her negatively.
Virtues & Personality perks
Staunch, Considerate, Dutiful, Reliable
Vices & Personality flaws
Remorseless, Gruff, Solemn, Cynical
Subconsciously and sometimes actively keeps the disfigured part of her face covered or hidden. Refrains from touching the living for she brings the kiss of death.
Spine of the World
Contacts & Relations
Nolakiano: Goliath tribe Skuld was born to. They live nomadically in the Spine of the World mountains above Icewind Dale
Auman “Gravehand” Nolakiano: The lamentor who decreed Goatkicker was too sick to stay in the tribe and must be exiled. He also exiled Goatkicker’s newborn (Skuld) after Grímr accused him of foul judgement.
Kachi: A pub owner in Baldur's Gate that's developed an acquaintanceship with Skuld.
Orithi “Goatkicker” Nolakiano: Skuld’s mother who lived as a scout and huntress for her tribe. She became ill from Skuld's birth and was sentenced to exile.
Grímr “Clanless” (Formerly Puvoi “Snowsong” Nolakiano): Skuld’s father. A dawncaller for the tribe, well known among his people for his singing. He saved Skuld’s life by abandoning his tribe, refusing to carry out the baby’s exile and brought her to Ten Towns where she was raised.
The major events and journals in Skuld's history, from the beginning to today.
The list of amazing people following the adventures of Skuld.