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	After Reylendor’s sixtieth birthday, a religious group called the Servants of [[Att-Annalo]] took root in [[Fallhorn City]]'s slums: they healed the injured for free and pooled their funds to open a soup kitchen for the hungry. Obviously, the city’s poor quickly became big fans of them. Five years after establishing themselves, the Servants offered to take in children to train in the ways of their God, [[Att-Annalo]]. Many families jumped at the opportunity and Reylendor’s parents were no exception: they wanted him to have a chance to make something of himself. And so, he spent the next several decades training.		After Reylendor’s sixtieth birthday, a religious group called the Servants of [[Att-Annalo]] took root in [[Fallhorn City]]'s slums: they healed the injured for free and pooled their funds to open a soup kitchen for the hungry. Obviously, the city’s poor quickly became big fans of them. Five years after establishing themselves, the Servants offered to take in children to train in the ways of their God, [[Att-Annalo]]. Many families jumped at the opportunity and Reylendor’s parents were no exception: they wanted him to have a chance to make something of himself. And so, he spent the next several decades training.

	Reylendor originally thought the Servants were clerics, but learning they were warlocks who used healing staves made little difference to him. Despite many others who began training after him being allowed to make pacts with [[Att-Annalo]] within 5-10 years, the Servants kept Reylendor in his role as an apprentice and scribe; he didn’t mind much since he enjoyed the work. During this time, Reylendor learned [[Deep Speech]] and [[Abyssal]] as they were the primary languages the Servants used to communicate. Eventually, at age 115, he was deemed ready to become a true [[warlock]] and make his pact.		Reylendor originally thought the Servants were clerics, but learning they were warlocks who used healing staves made little difference to him. Despite many others who began training after him being allowed to make pacts with [[Att-Annalo]] within 5-10 years, the Servants kept Reylendor in his role as an apprentice and scribe; he didn’t mind much since he enjoyed the work. During this time, Reylendor learned [[Deep Speech]] and [[Abyssal]] as they were the primary [[languages]] the Servants used to communicate. Eventually, at age 115, he was deemed ready to become a true [[warlock]] and make his pact.

	During the Pact Ceremony, the unthinkable was revealed: [[Att-Annalo]] was no God, but a Far Ream dwelling Great [[Old One]] looking to create an avatar and manifest on the mortal [[plane]]. Unfortunately for him, Reylendor was deemed an ideal host. The Great One managed to latch onto a portion of Reylendor’s [[soul]], but he was able to break away before it could fully corrupt him. Reylendor ran from [[Fallhorn City]] as fast as he was able, not allowing himself to think of what might become of his family/friends in his absence.		During the Pact Ceremony, the unthinkable was revealed: [[Att-Annalo]] was no God, but a Far Ream dwelling Great [[Old One]] looking to create an avatar and manifest on the mortal [[plane]]. Unfortunately for him, Reylendor was deemed an ideal host. The Great One managed to latch onto a portion of Reylendor’s [[soul]], but he was able to break away before it could fully corrupt him. Reylendor ran from [[Fallhorn City]] as fast as he was able, not allowing himself to think of what might become of his family/friends in his absence.
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	Reylendor sighs and heads back to the room that’s quickly become his. Something he misses about Seglock is all the noise. There was so much to be done and seemingly little time to do it. His time was occupied by patients, not errant thoughts.		Reylendor sighs and heads back to the room that’s quickly become his. Something he misses about Seglock is all the noise. There was so much to be done and seemingly little time to do it. His time was occupied by patients, not errant thoughts.

	Surrounded by woodland quiet as he is, the attack at Muso steadily creeps back into his head. He had wandered aimlessly for days when Oxan spotted him. Then [[Flame]] reared his terrible head and, perhaps foolishly, Reylendor abandoned every apprehension to make a break for the town about to face fire and death. He hardly offered any help: the only spell he managed to cast against the [[dragon]] missed. It was Ona, not him, who held a crumbling tavern together and convinced civilians to flee for their lives. At the very least, Reylendor had healed the injured when everything was said and done. That, if nothing else, is something he’s always capable of.		Surrounded by woodland quiet as he is, the attack at Muso steadily creeps back into his head. He had wandered aimlessly for days when [[Oxan]] spotted him. Then [[Flame]] reared his terrible head and, perhaps foolishly, Reylendor abandoned every apprehension to make a break for the town about to face fire and death. He hardly offered any help: the only spell he managed to cast against the [[dragon]] missed. It was Ona, not him, who held a crumbling tavern together and convinced civilians to flee for their lives. At the very least, Reylendor had healed the injured when everything was said and done. That, if nothing else, is something he’s always capable of.

	Reylendor shudders when he remembers blacking out. He had almost grown accustomed to it by then, but it had never been forced onto him. Yet, [[Silent]] had merely said the word and his body was ripped away from him, thrust into the hands of that thing bubbling beneath the surface.		Reylendor shudders when he remembers blacking out. He had almost grown accustomed to it by then, but it had never been forced onto him. Yet, [[Silent]] had merely said the word and his body was ripped away from him, thrust into the hands of that thing bubbling beneath the surface.
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	<u>''On the Results of My Time with [[the Protectors of the People]] (12/2/22)''</u>		<u>''On the Results of My Time with [[the Protectors of the People]] (12/2/22)''</u>

	''I have decided to start writing again. I do this not out of some desperate hope that someone will pick up where I’ve left off, but simply because I enjoy writing. And no one, not Mel Netheroe or [[Att-Annalo]] itself, will take away the things which I enjoy. In this entry, I will document the events that have occurred among the Protectors of the People since I joined their ranks and ruminate on… recent internal developments.''		''I have decided to start writing again. I do this not out of some desperate hope that someone will pick up where I’ve left off, but simply because I enjoy writing. And no one, not Mel Netheroe or [[Att-Annalo]] itself, will take away the things which I enjoy. In this entry, I will document the events that have occurred among the [[Protectors of the People]] since I joined their ranks and ruminate on… recent internal developments.''

	''When I joined the Protectors, I did it solely for access to resources that would help me kill a certain person. Now, I regard them as family. It’s funny how much has changed in just a few months.''		''When I joined the Protectors, I did it solely for access to resources that would help me kill a certain person. Now, I regard them as family. It’s funny how much has changed in just a few months.''

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	\|caption=\|relatives=Adyra Aspenmorrow (mother), Ilican Aspenmorrow (father)\|languages=Common, Druidic, Elvish, ~~Abyssal~~, ~~Deep Speech~~\|alias=Vessel of the Shadow-Stalker\|marital=No Spouse/Partner\|birthPlace=▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇\|Age=121\|species=Wood Elf\|gender=Male\|height=5’9 ft\|weight=120 lbs\|eyes=One Dark Green, One Dark Purple}}		\|caption=\|relatives=Adyra Aspenmorrow (mother), Ilican Aspenmorrow (father)\|languages=Abyssal, Common, Deep Speech, Druidic, Elvish, Primordial, Sylvan\|alias=Vessel of the Shadow-Stalker\|marital=No Spouse/Partner\|birthPlace=▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇\|Age=121\|species=Wood Elf\|gender=Male\|height=5’9 ft\|weight=120 lbs\|eyes=One Dark Green, One Dark Purple}}

	'''Grave Domain Cleric. Druid. Pronouns: He/Him. '''		'''Grave Domain Cleric. Druid. Pronouns: He/Him. '''

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	''I think I need to do something with that ring, though I can’t imagine what. When I asked Watcher about it, he was cryptic to say the least. He called it a trinket, but a trinket worthy of being such—what that means, I haven’t the faintest clue.''		''I think I need to do something with that ring, though I can’t imagine what. When I asked Watcher about it, he was cryptic to say the least. He called it a trinket, but a trinket worthy of being such—what that means, I haven’t the faintest clue.''

	''Lately, when I speak to Watcher, I get the idea that we’ve met before. As in, long before I ever set foot in the cabin where I found him. It makes no sense and certainly isn’t possible, but the idea remains no matter how I try to loose it from my head. Surely he would have said something if we knew each other. What reason could he have to treat me as a stranger?''		''Lately, when I speak to Watcher, I get the idea that we’ve met before. As in, long before I ever set foot in the cabin where I found him. It makes no sense and certainly isn’t possible, but the idea remains no matter how I try to loose it from my head. Surely, he would have said something if we knew each other. What reason could he have to treat me as a stranger?''

	''I’m going to study that ring and see if I can make out any of the etchings. They’ve grown faint with age, but some study may reveal what manner of magic they could relate to. I’ll have to make this secondary to researching the Shepherds of the Lost, but I should still have time to make some progress this month.''		''I’m going to study that ring and see if I can make out any of the etchings. They’ve grown faint with age, but some study may reveal what manner of magic they could relate to. I’ll have to make this secondary to researching the Shepherds of the Lost, but I should still have time to make some progress this month.''
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	''I hope that identifying the markings will give me the means to properly restore the ring, but I may be better off trying to restore it before anything else. Quill has a talent for all things arcana, so I’ll enlist his aid. With the two of us working together, we should be able to make some headway.''		''I hope that identifying the markings will give me the means to properly restore the ring, but I may be better off trying to restore it before anything else. Quill has a talent for all things arcana, so I’ll enlist his aid. With the two of us working together, we should be able to make some headway.''

	''I’ve noticed some… interesting changes in my appearance since the soul ritual. For one thing, I’m around four inches taller; I certainly can’t remember ever wishing for another growth spurt. My hair is much darker than it was before. The color of my eyes has also been altered: both of them are darker, but my ~~right~~ eye is now purple rather than green. I can’t say I dislike these differences. It’s more accurate to say that I feel nothing towards them at all. It is almost as though I’ve always looked this way.''		''I’ve noticed some… interesting changes in my appearance since the soul ritual. For one thing, I’m around four inches taller; I certainly can’t remember ever wishing for another growth spurt. My hair is much darker than it was before. The color of my eyes has also been altered: both of them are darker, but my left eye is now purple rather than green. I can’t say I dislike these differences. It’s more accurate to say that I feel nothing towards them at all. It is almost as though I’ve always looked this way.''

	==Languages==		==Languages==

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	==Powers and Abilities==		==Powers and Abilities==
			Reylendor is both a regular and unorthodox cleric. He has no trouble harnessing radiant energy to either heal his allies or attack his foes, but he’s also an atheist. He believes the gods exist but refuses to worship any of them; there’s no explanation for where his powers come from, other than the possibility that he’s siphoning them from the piece of Att-Annalo intertwined with his soul. He would rather not acknowledge that possibility. As a grave cleric, he is particularly adept at bringing people back from the brink of death or guiding them into an early grave if he so chooses. As someone who studied arcana for years under the tutelage of the servants, he also has a great deal of knowledge about magical effects and rituals. Since starting his career as an adventurer, Reylendor has been particularly fond of the wilderness. This fondness eventually led him to become a druid, heightening his connection with nature and animals.
	Cantrips: Eldritch Blast, Mending, Minor Illusion, Primal Savagery, Sacred Flame, Shillelagh, Spare the Dying, Toll the Dead, Word of Radiance.

	Always Prepared Spells: Bane, False Life, Gentle Repose, Ray of Enfeeblement, Revivify, Vampiric Touch.

	Other Currently Prepped Spells: Bless, Guiding Bolt, Inflict Wounds, Sanctuary, Aid, Prayer of Healing, Zone of Truth, Beacon of Hope, Cure Wounds, Entangle, Healing Word, Speak with Animals.

	Channel Divinity: Path to the Grave, Turn Undead.

	Other Skills: Mask of the Wild.

	Though he studied arcana for years, he’s very new to actual combat and prefers to hang back with healing or support spells. Recently, he’s learned to attack when the opportunity presents itself.

	==Attacks and Weapons ==		==Attacks and Weapons ==

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 ''Speaking of Watcher, I now know what he is. He’s only told me the short version of the story, but I’ll inquire after everything in short order. Apparently, an archfey who was partial to druidcraft liked him enough to bestow him with some of her power. This turned him from a regular rabbit into a fey spirit of sorts. He fancies himself a guardian spirit who watches over the druids who make their way to the cabin where that archfey once dwelled; as for where the archfey is now, Watcher has no clue. Apparently, she left without warning and hasn’t been back since.I’m not certain, but I wonder if the old ring I found was actually a trinket of hers rather than the gnome who lived in the cabin before me. I should press Watcher for details next time I ask about his past. I feel as though he’s hiding something.''
 ''Honestly, it’s hard to believe that I’m still alive. When I first ran from the Servants, I thought they would hunt me down in a matter of days. Things are far from over, but I don’t fear them anymore. On the contrary, I’m almost excited by the notion of seeing Mel again. I’ll slaughter them when they inevitably threaten the family I’ve found, but before that, I want the man I called Father Netheroe to have the intimate encounter with Att-Annalo he has so fervently been chasing. It’s unfortunate for him that it won’t end the way he wants.''
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 He picked up Common and Elvish from his parents and uses them most. He tries to avoid speaking Abyssal or Deep Speech without reason, since they’re a reminder of his time with the Servants but will occasionally slip and mutter under his breath in one or the other, usually when stressed or paranoid. As of recently, Reylendor can understand and speak Druidic.

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	'''Grave Domain Cleric. Druid. Pronouns: He/Him. '''		'''Grave Domain Cleric. Druid. Pronouns: He/Him. '''
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	==History==		==History==
	~~▇▇▇▇▇▇~~, with its abundance of mixing races and cultures, was probably a great place to live for those who weren’t relegated to the slums. Reylendor wasn’t so lucky; when he was born his parents were in the depths of poverty, and another mouth to feed didn’t make life any easier. His mother and father worked any jobs they could get their hands to provide for him. When he was too young to work he begged, and he took to work as soon as he was able. Reylendor did everything from cleaning stables to sweeping chimneys to holding signs for street-side magic acts, but he didn’t see actual magic until he was 60.		[[Fallhorn City]], with its abundance of mixing races and cultures, was probably a great place to live for those who weren’t relegated to the slums. Reylendor wasn’t so lucky; when he was born his parents were in the depths of poverty, and another mouth to feed didn’t make life any easier. His mother and father worked any jobs they could get their hands to provide for him. When he was too young to work he begged, and he took to work as soon as he was able. Reylendor did everything from cleaning stables to sweeping chimneys to holding signs for street-side magic acts, but he didn’t see actual magic until he was 60.

	After Reylendor’s sixtieth birthday, a religious group called the Servants of [[Att-Annalo]] took root in ~~▇▇▇▇▇▇’s~~ slums: they healed the injured for free and pooled their funds to open a soup kitchen for the hungry. Obviously, the city’s poor quickly became big fans of them. Five years after establishing themselves, the Servants offered to take in children to train in the ways of their God, [[Att-Annalo]]. Many families jumped at the opportunity and Reylendor’s parents were no exception: they wanted him to have a chance to make something of himself. And so, he spent the next several decades training.		After Reylendor’s sixtieth birthday, a religious group called the Servants of [[Att-Annalo]] took root in [[Fallhorn City]]'s slums: they healed the injured for free and pooled their funds to open a soup kitchen for the hungry. Obviously, the city’s poor quickly became big fans of them. Five years after establishing themselves, the Servants offered to take in children to train in the ways of their God, [[Att-Annalo]]. Many families jumped at the opportunity and Reylendor’s parents were no exception: they wanted him to have a chance to make something of himself. And so, he spent the next several decades training.

	Reylendor originally thought the Servants were clerics, but learning they were warlocks who used healing staves made little difference to him. Despite many others who began training after him being allowed to make pacts with [[Att-Annalo]] within 5-10 years, the Servants kept Reylendor in his role as an apprentice and scribe; he didn’t mind much since he enjoyed the work. During this time, Reylendor learned Deep Speech and Abyssal as they were the primary languages the Servants used to communicate. Eventually, at age 115, he was deemed ready to become a true warlock and make his pact.		Reylendor originally thought the Servants were clerics, but learning they were warlocks who used healing staves made little difference to him. Despite many others who began training after him being allowed to make pacts with [[Att-Annalo]] within 5-10 years, the Servants kept Reylendor in his role as an apprentice and scribe; he didn’t mind much since he enjoyed the work. During this time, Reylendor learned Deep Speech and Abyssal as they were the primary languages the Servants used to communicate. Eventually, at age 115, he was deemed ready to become a true warlock and make his pact.

	During the Pact Ceremony, the unthinkable was revealed: [[Att-Annalo]] was no God, but a Far Ream dwelling Great Old One looking to create an avatar and manifest on the mortal plane. Unfortunately for him, Reylendor was deemed an ideal host. The Great One managed to latch onto a portion of Reylendor’s soul, but he was able to break away before it could fully corrupt him. Reylendor ran from ~~▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇~~ as fast as he was able, not allowing himself to think of what might become of his family/friends in his absence.		During the Pact Ceremony, the unthinkable was revealed: [[Att-Annalo]] was no God, but a Far Ream dwelling Great Old One looking to create an avatar and manifest on the mortal plane. Unfortunately for him, Reylendor was deemed an ideal host. The Great One managed to latch onto a portion of Reylendor’s soul, but he was able to break away before it could fully corrupt him. Reylendor ran from [[Fallhorn City]] as fast as he was able, not allowing himself to think of what might become of his family/friends in his absence.

	While running from the Servants and just barely surviving on the road, Reylendor bumped into a roaming group of clerics. Feeling sympathy for his apparent plight, they took him in. Fascinated by authentic healing magic, he was quick to cast aside his warlock lessons and take to the studies of a healer. However, his experience with [[Att-Annalo]] rendered him thoroughly unable to trust any entity claiming divinity, and Reylendor shocked the clerics by learning their skills while remaining a staunch atheist. Sensing that they were put off by him, he left the group in search of a way to rid his soul of [[Att-Annalo]]’s influence.		While running from the Servants and just barely surviving on the road, Reylendor bumped into a roaming group of clerics. Feeling sympathy for his apparent plight, they took him in. Fascinated by authentic healing magic, he was quick to cast aside his warlock lessons and take to the studies of a healer. However, his experience with [[Att-Annalo]] rendered him thoroughly unable to trust any entity claiming divinity, and Reylendor shocked the clerics by learning their skills while remaining a staunch atheist. Sensing that they were put off by him, he left the group in search of a way to rid his soul of [[Att-Annalo]]’s influence.
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	''At some point in their scholarly meandering, they turned to looking at the stars. It was then that Mel heard The Calling: strange whispers that spoke to him not as voices, but “sight beyond sight”. He started <s>hallucinating</s> having visions about the true nature of the world. He told his closest companions and eventually they started having these visions too. I am uncertain how they procured the funds to build an observatory, but they did. They locked themselves away and, perhaps ironically, dedicated themselves entirely to learning of the Far Realm.''		''At some point in their scholarly meandering, they turned to looking at the stars. It was then that Mel heard The Calling: strange whispers that spoke to him not as voices, but “sight beyond sight”. He started <s>hallucinating</s> having visions about the true nature of the world. He told his closest companions and eventually they started having these visions too. I am uncertain how they procured the funds to build an observatory, but they did. They locked themselves away and, perhaps ironically, dedicated themselves entirely to learning of the Far Realm.''

	''It was then that [[Att-Annalo]] finally spoke to Mel. He described it as the height of fulfillment: a culmination of all the philosophy, lore, and science he had ever learned. I think he was likely absorbed by the power it’s pact bestowed him with. Whatever the case, in 764 the newly named Servants of [[Att-Annalo]] descended on the slums of ~~▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇~~ City like an asymptomatic swarm.''		''It was then that [[Att-Annalo]] finally spoke to Mel. He described it as the height of fulfillment: a culmination of all the philosophy, lore, and science he had ever learned. I think he was likely absorbed by the power it’s pact bestowed him with. Whatever the case, in 764 the newly named Servants of [[Att-Annalo]] descended on the slums of [[Fallhorn City]] City like an asymptomatic swarm.''

	''Despite their strange garb and preachings, they healed our sick and tended to our weary. That was enough for us. I’ll never begrudge my parents for sending me to become their scribe. I spent decades transcribing [[Att-Annalo]]’s nonsensical murmurings to its favored servants and stupidly hoping to one day be blessed enough to receive it’s words. Really, I can’t believe I ever thought the abomination was a god.''		''Despite their strange garb and preachings, they healed our sick and tended to our weary. That was enough for us. I’ll never begrudge my parents for sending me to become their scribe. I spent decades transcribing [[Att-Annalo]]’s nonsensical murmurings to its favored servants and stupidly hoping to one day be blessed enough to receive it’s words. Really, I can’t believe I ever thought the abomination was a god.''