Legends and Lore
Now known as "The Chosen One" of Bahamut for being the first to bring healing back to the world of Sarsis.
Level 12 Paladin of Bahamut
- No longer wears a dark hooded cloak
- one time citizen of Kiris Dahn
- once knew Kiris Hoyt (wererat) until they had a falling out
- met the companions in the kobold slums of Kiris Dahn after killing a fleeing goblin
- tragically passed away (died) in battle to free two companions from lizardfolk in the Misty Marshes
- Was brought back with a new purpose
- Will become known as “The Chosen One”
- has very distant memories of tiefling empire of Bael Turath far to south (flashbacks???)
- Has come to understand the nature of the old man who set the companions on their adventure
- Knows, at least in part, of the true enemy of the good peoples of Sarsis.
- Struggles with the knowledge that while he has been granted power, it is not enough power to save all those in need of saving.
- Struck down in a desert conflict with a Huge Brown Dragon, then something strange happened…
Fin’s final moments as written in Altain’s Journal are as follows:
We continue southeast in the hopes of discovering the lair of a blue dragon named in the prophecy. If all else fails perhaps we will discover a large volcano. It is there that we believe a red dragon may lair nearby. Unfortunately it all seems to be a long shot at the moment. It often seems hopeless, and some feel we have no true direction, but Fin believes we are guided by a higher power.
Unforeseen tragedy! We thought we were becoming accustomed to the ambush attacks from the various strange inhabitants of these eastern desert lands, but nothing could prepare us for this. A sudden attack erupting from beneath the wind blown sands. A massive brown dragon blasting our group with the stinging grains of sand that surrounded us as it worked itself up into a furious frenzy. The immediate danger was obvious, but the divine healing of Bahamut, and Fin serving as his vessel, all this added a level of comfort that we would surely prevail once again – after after all we always do. Then the terrifying realization that this is no ordinary beast, but one of great intelligence. It recognized Fin’s ability to heal others, and quickly adjusted its target accordingly. Soon Fin found himself under full assault, as the draconic beast unleashed a swirling blast of sand from its immense maw upon the group before raking the paladin with a series of claw attacks that began tearing his armor asunder. We tried to do all we could to remove focus from our badly injured comrade but to no avail. The beast seemed possessed of a single minded focus unlike any I have witnessed before. Finally Fin collapsed, but the assault continued still! The world hath no fury like a dragon unleashed! In desperate attempt to help we released a frenzy of our own upon the brown dragon, and our attacks began to take their toll as well. But still the beast flailed about with all its rage and might, and soon Robyn fell to the desert sands as well. It was shortly after that we finally managed to fell the ancient draconic beast, but the news that followed stole nearly all our hope. Robyn would most likely recover, but Fin had apparently passed, his wounds too grievous to overcome…
After settling down for a much needed rest the reality of it all has begun to sink in. It was during this time of reflection that Fin’s body suddenly began to glow with a blindingly intense light. Then as quickly as it began the light began to fade – Fin’s body had vanished!!! Thankfully we had removed his gear shortly after his passing, but upon packing up to move out we discovered his armor and sword had vanished as well!
Where to go from here we do not know? We have lost not only a dear friend in Fin, but the Chosen One of Bahamut. All now feels hopeless. Should we turn back to the west where the heartlands seem to have successfully pushed back the darkness? Perhaps we should continue east in the hopes of extinguishing any chance that the darkness might spread over this world once again? I now stare over a smoldering campfire while Robyn and Mongo rest peacefully in the cold desert night, but I can’t help but wonder what difference the mere three of us could possibly make? Was our greatest weakness our overconfidence? I am now filled with questions and doubt. It was a Paladin filled with belief and hope that renewed our faith in the lost gods, and its this legacy that we all must protect by spreading his undying hope. RIP Fin LaVie…