Kepseck Snaggletooth

With the bone devil defeated and the rest of his party stabilized, Kepseck looked around the battlefield. With their leader dead, the cultists panicked and began a frenzied escape for their survival. Many of the prisoners freed by the party remained on the ground unconscious. But the battle was won. They almost didn't make it. but somehow they did. Any normal person would have sat quietly and rested for a bit. But Kepseck was not a person, and seeing the raw resources around him, began to work. Kepseck heard earlier someone say that the world is cruel. He did not believe it: the world is not cruel, it is simply chaotic. The world does not intend to make people suffer, but its cold unpredictability certainly can cause suffering. To avoid this suffering, one must constantly be preparing-- stockpile boons when they are here to make it through hard times. That is how we survive.
Kepseck began idly processing the bodies of his former enemies into usable products. Maybe some javelins or clubs to arm the liberated prisoners. Maybe some shields or basic armor to help protect them when they leave and wander back through the caves. It didn't really matter. Kepseck's practiced hands moved naturally, on occasion stopping their work to ferry a piece of meat from the corpse into his mouth. He chewed it mechanically without noting much of the taste. The meat was good; it would help him regain his strength. The tools from the corpses--whatever they ended up being-- would be useful too in their own way.
While his hands worked, Kepseck's mind recalled the first time the lightning saved him. It was years ago in the swamp, back when he was a young warrior. A powerful and vicious creature threatened the tribe, seeking its destruction. Kepseck and a squad of other warriors were sent to face this creature and neutralize the threat it posed. The fight was a close one, and one by one Kepseck's comrades fell until it was just Kepseck and the beast. Like today. And like today, Kepseck stood up, tired, and prayed for a miracle, for Kepseck knew he had one chance to end this fight before the creature would end it for him. And unbelievably, a miracle occurred. Like today, a bolt of lightning came down exploded around Kepseck, blowing the beast away. Kepseck snickered--- was it even the same spell? Either way, it ended the same way; by a miracle, Kepseck was the last one standing. And like then, once the monster was vanquished, Kepseck attended to the wounded, and once that was done, got to work processing and scavenging the bodies. Kepseck felt the weight of his holy symbol.
Kepseck had learned how to channel and wield these divine magics, but there was so much he did not understand. Why him? Why not any other lizardfolk? Why did the miracle happen the first time, and why has he been able to consistently channel these miracles? He takes his holy symbol out and looks at it. "What are you?", he thinks. "Even the Sphynx did not know you nor your symbol. Neither did the Knights. Who are you? And what do you want me to do?" Kepseck puts the symbol away and continued working. He has learned so much since leaving his lands and swimming to this land. Yet the biggest question, the identity of his God, remains unanswered. He continued working. "It'll come eventually" Kepseck thought to himself, while he waited for his friends to wake up.

— Kepsekc's musing in the aftermath of the battle with the Grandmaster of the Distressed Body Monastery

Divine Classification

Cleric of the Knights of Hadras

Current Location

Westreach

Species

Anthosaurs

Quotes & Catchphrases

"Free Healthcare!"