Amissam Umbrasolis

I, do not remember much about my childhood years. For me, it all started when I was -what you call- a teenager. That was the moment I opened my eyes for the first time in my remembrance. But my new mother told me that I did have a life before, but nobody can tell me what kind of life. Maybe it is interesting to tell you how they found me first before I head on... yeah.
A group of paladins and clerics from the Order of the Gauntlet, working for the Temple of Light in Silverymoon, were send out to check on a emergency call of a druid friend. That friend was a firbolg, like me, who lived in a village in the north of the High Forest. But when they arrived, all was turned to ashes and ruins as if no one had lived there for decades. And the remains of the people looked like they were dead for a long time. Mummified you could say. But during their search for clues, they found me. I was just sitting there, on the ground, in a ruined house. One of the female clerics tried to comfort me, and when she touched me, I fainted. And then I woke up in the temple. I don't remember any of it...
So since then, I have lived in the temple in Silverymoon and everyone welcomes me with open arms. Some of the clerics, paladins and priests believed I was a blessing. But others thought -and some still think- that I am a walking curse. Back in the day, my brothers and sisters were scared of me. A lot of races walk the streets of Silverymoon, but I was different. I have no shadow...
It is not clear why. Some think it’s the Morninglord who shines on me so bright. That is what my mother - Lavender, the cleric who found me back in those ruins- thinks at least. But I can understand some think I am a monster for it. The coolest I've heard is the conspiracy that I am a vampire! So you can imagine that I had quite the identity crisis. But I got through it and I was ready to become an official member of the Order of the Gauntlet. But it seemed they were not. I could not prove myself to be a strong cleric. It seemed the Morninglord did not support me. And I started to believe the ones who doubted me all those years. I am a curse and went back to being a simple priest.
A few years have passed. And rumors about a the mist came that consumes cities and lands started to conquer the Order's heads. After it was confirmed, we all understood it could not be stopped. And no one who went in, came back out to tell the tale. It consumed even bigger cities like Baldur's Gate in the South and we knew Silverymoon would be taken sooner or later. And when that day came, we would try all we could, but deep inside knew we would die. But as we are the Order of the Gauntlet, we would not surrender to the dark!
When the mist reached our gates, chaos erupted. I was ready to help, but mother still believed that my faith was not to die here. I did not want to leave her, but she gave me no choice as she ordered me to bring the children of the temple to safety. And I could not sacrifice them all because I wanted to act ast the brave one. Before she putted me on a horse, she gave me a letter. It came from a person, assuming to have been in the mist before and needed help. She told me to head to Ten Towns. The children would be safe there and I would be able to check on the man named Vryn . She was convinced my faith would unravel itself soon. That now is my time to grow to the person I was promised to become. And so I left her... behind... to die...
And now I am here, with a handful of paladins and clerics to-be. All up in the North, freezing to death.

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