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TODAY She stopped promptly on the other side of the felled man, her tone becoming at once abrupt as some magic worked through her voice. "I am Elowen Strandholme; Champion of the Divine Right, seeking my purpose in Murann. A single daughter raised by a village and a kind father. Now you know...

A Memory: Oaths "What's got you smiling, eh? Liked that, did you?" Thom was too drunk to properly sneer. He settled on a cocky pose halfway between swagger and stagger. Elowen worked her jaw to stop it from locking up. Taking a moment, she surveyed the group and judged them - they didn't have...

A Memory: Humility They swept through the common room, the earthquake of their stumbling feet rattling the dishes and their shouts drawing more than one wince from the few patrons already present. "Thom, that's quite enough. You know you're supposed to start your drink here, not finish it."...

A Memory Murann was within sight. Whenever the tavern door opened, Elowen could see the light of it in the distance, framed as a painting. Her glimpses were few though, as her chosen tavern had sparse patronage at best. The door remained closed against the night's wind. A tankard slammed...

Name: Elowen Strandholme Race: Half-elf Class: Paladin Order: Champion of the Divine Right Oath: Humility Vow: Courage Elowen. Daughter of Yakob. Half-elf. Loved. That is all she knew of herself until adolescence, as her father raised her among the small unnamed Hamlet along the Ithal Road...