The paladin known as the Hellkeeper is acually called Fylaine, Fylaine Hellkeeper to give her name and title. Half-drow and left in ‘care’ of the Church of Selune she showed a unusual dedication to the goddess of the moon.
Let’s slow down a bit for this week. Grab a coffee, sit down and listen to the tale that Fylaine wrote!
Fylaine Hellkeeper
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As the sound of her plate boots echoes down the streets as she walked away from the Church of Gond with the Bag that she was entrusted with reaching its destination of her home, the Church of Selune in Karaol. The Prison of Gesig, a master crafted artefact that held an entire legion of demons. The bag had suffered significant enough damage that only the master crafters and those in service to Gond, one of the deities who had a hand in its forging, could repair it.
However, they could repair the physical bag but the seal on the prison itself, the enchantment that held the demons within was failing and she had to carry it to the clerics that could seal it. As she moved towards her steed, Fillsmir, she felt a vibration from the bag. Pausing she placed a hand on the great sword that was hung between her shoulders and looked around.
There was not a soul in sight this late at night, all the better to be transporting such a foreboding and cursed item out of the city without a audience. But something moved out there, darting across the stone-studded dirt street as it rushed towards her. Drawing her blade and slashing in a low arc she thought she caught a glimpse of the creature before it leapt over her blade and disappeared again. A demon, a trivial nuisance in this case but it was intent on getting to the bag.
If she did not take care of it now it would hound her, delay her and potentially even reach its goal. Calling upon her deities blessings she extended her holy senses and felt the presence of the fiend. Darting forward she slashed once more, this time the blade bit through the creature and a leather wing landed on the round with a splatter of gore. A quasit, she knew it. A weak demon but this one seemed to have a goal, a fixation on the bag she carried. If thrummed as if inviting the creature to take it and Fylaine had to step back to a more defensive position.
It came again, this time shifting its form as it moved, something smaller scurried up her armour and landed on the bag, attempting to bite through the straps. A mailed fist is what greeted it and a large, misshapen spider with missing legs fell to the ground. A final thrust downward felled the creature and a small prayer to Selune saw its corpse, and the separated wing, burn into nothing.
“It seems the seal really is failing fast…” she mused as he flicked the remaining gore from the blade. As she moved once more towards Fillsmir she increased her pace and kept a hand near the short sword at her hip in case something else attacked while she as in more confined spaces.
Thanks for joining me tonight to get a glimpse of Fylaine and what led us to this adventure. Don’t forget to come back each day this week as I ramp up the content and get the adventure ready for our parties to be hunting for the missing luggage. As with every night, and this being my One thousandth, One hundred and Eleventh (1,111) night posting in a row, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
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