Eromus Prime
Aasimar
Lawful Good
Paladin-Morninglord of Lathander
Maximus Prime, a first generation paladin of modest but wholesome beginnings, was the son of a Longsaddle farmer and horsemaster, and that he should have become. But when Max was ambushed by and slew a wandering goblin scout in the fields one summer day, his subsequent warning to the town and his pitchfork-armed valor in the ensuing goblin raid caught the eye of an errant knight, Sir Galvaton Megaron, who had been passing through and fought alongside the villagers. Galvaton invited Max to return with him to Neverwinter as his squire, and with a farewell to his folks both reluctant and eager, the boy did just that.
His career went smoothly until an unjust order by the predecessor of Lord Nasher to arrest an innocent merchant crossed his path with one Eroenne LeCam, a local young noblelady not blind to the corruption, nor to her own parents' stake it in, who lived a double life as a highborn daughter and as a vigilante. When she presented him with the full facts (past crossed mace and sword), he unabashedly disobeyed the city lord's order, and the ensuing scandal brought to light Eroenne's misadventures, but also much more, and several corrupt officials were happily deposed. After a short stint in city politics, Eroenne decided with Maximus instead to begin an adventurer's life, and the two left Neverwinter for the North, eventually ending up in Easthaven and numbering among the six "Heroes of Icewind Dale" as they became known.
With Max now a battle-hardened paladin and Eroenne annointed a Lathanderian priestess (and no less fearsome a warrior) the two remained adventurers and champions (at one point pitting them against two of their former companions and fellow "heroes," the sirenesque bard Cyri and the wily wizard Xanaxorax). Eventually, however, the profession would catch up to them, at the bony hands of the sinister lich Kangaax (who thereafter was not reported again for many years). Maximus was freed from magical imprisonment by a surviving ally, who then gave him the grave news - Eroenne had been turned to dust by the vile creature.
Maximus was grieved and enraged, and did naught but ceaselessly confront villain after villain for several years thereafter, fully ready to die in the line of duty. He only succeeding in growing in power, and he began even to summon devas to his side in battle. Imagine his joy when the one who came before him was none other than the angelic form of his beloved Eroenne, reinstated by Lathander as a celestial being. Max's relationship with this deva quickly became more than a professional one, and within the year, the boy christened Eromus was born; an aasimar, a human child with celestial blood, born in the Prime but gestated in Elysium. While his father continued to adventure and fight, often with his heavenly mother at his side, Eromus spent some of his childhood in Neverwinter in the care and training of now-half-retired "grandpa Galvaton," and also in Morninglory in the deitic court of "grandpa Lathander."
He grew quickly into a fair and strong young man with a beaming smile and golden eyes, and it wasn't long before he too took up the mantle of paladin himself, but bearing his mother's more thoughtful and pious nature. He fully accepted Lathander's doctrine of optimism, compassion, and renewel, and had an almost unacceptably lighthearted charm by Helmite or Ilmatari standards, and grew fond of saying that better than to bear suffering was to prevent it, striking quickly and hard at evil, to redeem with charismatic words if possible, to destroy with strong swords if necessary. And both he did when he began minor questing; striking quickly but carefully, speaking eloquently but approachably with coaxing rather than scolding. He usually dressed and armored simply, often being mistaken for an ordinary swordsman, something he seemed to find unobjectionable, perhaps even useful; but on some occasions, donning priestly vestments, he seemed to connote a touch of the Morninglord's vanity too.
This pervasive flexibility probably saved his life when, during a forest sortie with drow surface-raiders, both his squad of knights and the drow gang were captured alike by a barbaric tribe of wild elves. Eromus furtively befriended one of his captors, the young ranger Ravina, and also the drow slave-warrior Arsenal Za'rath. Eromus and Arsenal, by working together despite ingrained prejudices within many on their comrades, managed to escape, and after their allies were freed, the men and drow parted without a fight. Within the same season, still stationed nearby, Eromus would be visited again by Arsenal, who apparently had been taken back to the Underdark and sold to an exceedingly cruel and demanding mistress, the exhibitionist Verania deVir. With thoughts of a better world and better ideals now planted in his head, he had managed to escape Mezoberranzan and return to the surface, even though he knew full well life for a drow would be far from easy there.
Eromus invited Arsenal to trek with him back to Neverwinter, sharing the thoughts and dialogues they had begun in captivity, and Arsenal's stoic but understandably cynical nature began to soften and warm. One morning along the road Eromus found that his new friend had seen Mystra in a dream that night, and awoken with the power - and responsibility - of a paladin at his fingertips. Though a true oddity that would be scorned and even at-face disbelieved by many in Neverwinter, Arsenal bore it with a humility that was self-respecting, as Eromus had taught him, not self-degrading, as the Underdark had tried. In that fair city, the two paladins learned of the need for warriors in the goblin-besieged Ten-Towns of Icewind Dale. Eromus, ironically following his father's footsteps in an effort to get out of his shadow, and Arsenal, ready to live a dangerous life as long as he was free, set out for the North.
Aasimar
Lawful Good
Paladin-Morninglord of Lathander
Maximus Prime, a first generation paladin of modest but wholesome beginnings, was the son of a Longsaddle farmer and horsemaster, and that he should have become. But when Max was ambushed by and slew a wandering goblin scout in the fields one summer day, his subsequent warning to the town and his pitchfork-armed valor in the ensuing goblin raid caught the eye of an errant knight, Sir Galvaton Megaron, who had been passing through and fought alongside the villagers. Galvaton invited Max to return with him to Neverwinter as his squire, and with a farewell to his folks both reluctant and eager, the boy did just that.
His career went smoothly until an unjust order by the predecessor of Lord Nasher to arrest an innocent merchant crossed his path with one Eroenne LeCam, a local young noblelady not blind to the corruption, nor to her own parents' stake it in, who lived a double life as a highborn daughter and as a vigilante. When she presented him with the full facts (past crossed mace and sword), he unabashedly disobeyed the city lord's order, and the ensuing scandal brought to light Eroenne's misadventures, but also much more, and several corrupt officials were happily deposed. After a short stint in city politics, Eroenne decided with Maximus instead to begin an adventurer's life, and the two left Neverwinter for the North, eventually ending up in Easthaven and numbering among the six "Heroes of Icewind Dale" as they became known.
With Max now a battle-hardened paladin and Eroenne annointed a Lathanderian priestess (and no less fearsome a warrior) the two remained adventurers and champions (at one point pitting them against two of their former companions and fellow "heroes," the sirenesque bard Cyri and the wily wizard Xanaxorax). Eventually, however, the profession would catch up to them, at the bony hands of the sinister lich Kangaax (who thereafter was not reported again for many years). Maximus was freed from magical imprisonment by a surviving ally, who then gave him the grave news - Eroenne had been turned to dust by the vile creature.
Maximus was grieved and enraged, and did naught but ceaselessly confront villain after villain for several years thereafter, fully ready to die in the line of duty. He only succeeding in growing in power, and he began even to summon devas to his side in battle. Imagine his joy when the one who came before him was none other than the angelic form of his beloved Eroenne, reinstated by Lathander as a celestial being. Max's relationship with this deva quickly became more than a professional one, and within the year, the boy christened Eromus was born; an aasimar, a human child with celestial blood, born in the Prime but gestated in Elysium. While his father continued to adventure and fight, often with his heavenly mother at his side, Eromus spent some of his childhood in Neverwinter in the care and training of now-half-retired "grandpa Galvaton," and also in Morninglory in the deitic court of "grandpa Lathander."
He grew quickly into a fair and strong young man with a beaming smile and golden eyes, and it wasn't long before he too took up the mantle of paladin himself, but bearing his mother's more thoughtful and pious nature. He fully accepted Lathander's doctrine of optimism, compassion, and renewel, and had an almost unacceptably lighthearted charm by Helmite or Ilmatari standards, and grew fond of saying that better than to bear suffering was to prevent it, striking quickly and hard at evil, to redeem with charismatic words if possible, to destroy with strong swords if necessary. And both he did when he began minor questing; striking quickly but carefully, speaking eloquently but approachably with coaxing rather than scolding. He usually dressed and armored simply, often being mistaken for an ordinary swordsman, something he seemed to find unobjectionable, perhaps even useful; but on some occasions, donning priestly vestments, he seemed to connote a touch of the Morninglord's vanity too.
This pervasive flexibility probably saved his life when, during a forest sortie with drow surface-raiders, both his squad of knights and the drow gang were captured alike by a barbaric tribe of wild elves. Eromus furtively befriended one of his captors, the young ranger Ravina, and also the drow slave-warrior Arsenal Za'rath. Eromus and Arsenal, by working together despite ingrained prejudices within many on their comrades, managed to escape, and after their allies were freed, the men and drow parted without a fight. Within the same season, still stationed nearby, Eromus would be visited again by Arsenal, who apparently had been taken back to the Underdark and sold to an exceedingly cruel and demanding mistress, the exhibitionist Verania deVir. With thoughts of a better world and better ideals now planted in his head, he had managed to escape Mezoberranzan and return to the surface, even though he knew full well life for a drow would be far from easy there.
Eromus invited Arsenal to trek with him back to Neverwinter, sharing the thoughts and dialogues they had begun in captivity, and Arsenal's stoic but understandably cynical nature began to soften and warm. One morning along the road Eromus found that his new friend had seen Mystra in a dream that night, and awoken with the power - and responsibility - of a paladin at his fingertips. Though a true oddity that would be scorned and even at-face disbelieved by many in Neverwinter, Arsenal bore it with a humility that was self-respecting, as Eromus had taught him, not self-degrading, as the Underdark had tried. In that fair city, the two paladins learned of the need for warriors in the goblin-besieged Ten-Towns of Icewind Dale. Eromus, ironically following his father's footsteps in an effort to get out of his shadow, and Arsenal, ready to live a dangerous life as long as he was free, set out for the North.