The Ruins of Myvolia
Brother Brandos Griffin
Average height, no remarkable features, except in that he constantly wears an air of intellectual superiority
| Brother Brandos Griffin
Human Cleric, 6
|Abilities: Str 13, Dex 9, Con 14, Int 16, Wis 18, Cha 8|
|Initiative: -1||Speed: 30 ft. (6 squares)|
|Hit Dice: 6d6+6 (40 hp)|
|AC/tch/ff: 18/13/18 (+3 Dex, +5 armour)|
|Saves: Fort +8, Ref +0, Will +8|
|BAB/Grapple: _+3/+4||Space/Reach: 5 ft./5 ft.|
|Attack: +2 Mace of Wounding + 8 (1d8+3 20/x2)|
|Full Attack: +2 Mace of Wounding + 8 (1d8+3 20/x2)|
|Special Attacks: None|
|Special Abilities: Turn Undead, Cast good spells at +1 caster level, Once/day can perform a greater turning instead of a regular turning (undead that would be turned are destroyed instead)|
|Skills: concentration + 10, gather information + 3, heal + 8, jump + 2, Knowledge (history)+ 11 (religion)+ 11, spellcraft + 9|
|Feats: Weapon focus (mace), Great Fortitude, Toughness|
|Languages: Common, Myvollan, Ancient Myvollan|
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Domains: Good and Sun
From a young age, Brandos was obsessed with learning.
He was placed in the care of his adopted parents, Eric and Beth Griffin, by the church when he was very young, and, as Eric was the librarian at the (insert huge academic institution here) he naturally was drawn to the words contained in those tomes. He quickly mastered many topics that were considered beyond his years, (especially considering his lack of a “formal” education) and actually became a source of information for many people in the community. Many were denied access to the library, and Brandos thought this to be unfair, so he would freely share any knowledge he possessed with those who sought him out. He earned high praise when questioned by people in positions of authority, and word of this young man’s remarkable capacity for thought and his ability to not only absorb information, but also develop theories and ideas that many deemed irrational at the time.
Shortly after his ninth birthday, Brandos approached his father with a theory on the whereabouts of the remains of a highly regarded, yet (Brandos thought) over-appreciated General of the (insert country) army. These remains had been sought for years, and, knowing his son’s capacity for reasoning and unquenchable appetite for acquiring knowledge, Eric took this information to his Priest. One day, the priest showed up at the library with a few others, obviously higher priests, looking for Brandos. They offered him the chance to further his academic studies, and help the church (and his country) at the same time. After discussing the opportunity with his mother and father, they agreed that it was in his best interest to go with the Holy Men.
Always a good Pelorian follower, but never considering entering the church as a career path, (he’d always thought he would take over as the librarian when his father’s eyes finally failed, as they’d been getting worse over the years) Brandos found that church life was fantastic. At least…it was for him. He was getting constant praise for his dedication to learning, and was fawned over by all the priests of the land. Even the (whatever they call their Pope) came to visit him when he was only fourteen, and he began to see himself as the next big thing. He slowly became obsessed with others’ adoration, and this distanced him from his fellow accolites. (right word?)
Over the years, while he continued to excel in his scholastic studies, (which now were directed by the clergy, and devoted entirely to church matters…which Brandos resented) he became more and more removed from others, and relied on letters for his praise, of which he still received many.
More to come when I have time