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Lothloran
Holy Cleric of Aesia and human emissary in Tel-Tenauril
I live a life full of the blessing of Aesia and for that I am eternally thankful because it did not have to turn out this way. Circumctances being what they are though, she has choosen to smile on me and send me out into the world with her healing light. From barely modest beginnings to an esteemed holy cleric, not a bad deal and please pardon my vanity. I'm not vain by nature, quite humble actually, but I do take pride in the work that Aesia has called upon me to do. My goodness, my boss these last 3 years, that would be Lord High Councelor Islan, must be rubbing off on me. My name is Gwydian Waxman, named by the elves of Tel-Tenauril, Lothloran, and I am a cleric of Aesia as you may have guessed.
My life began the fifth child of a poor candlemaker in Sellador. We didn't have much of anything while I grew up, barely enough in the pantry to keep our bellies from complaining if that even. Life was hard but mother and father persevered and we survived. When it was time for fostering it was my lot to be sent to the chuch and there I lived with the holy brothers, learned to read and write, the catachism, and preformed the duties of the lowliest of novices. It must have been when I was 12 or 13 that things began to move for me. There was plague that year, not a totally devastaing wave then again does it need to be? The suffering of those afflicted has a profound effect on me as I watched and aided where I could. One evening while attending the clerics ministering and succoring the suffering we discovered that Aesia had more in mind for me than tearing bandages. The three Fathers had exhausted there skills but there where still more people that needed help. We where about to turn some away until the morning but there was this little girl and her mother, I don't really know what happened, Father Xavien said I stepped forward and suddenly the healing light of Aesia flowed from me so brightly it hurt his eyes. Noone was turned away that evening, bless her name, the Fathers finally made me sleep and questioned me the next day. It was her will.
So I was given more duties to preform and things to study, taught the rudiments of anatomy and defense as is becoming of an accolyte. Things progressed somewhat normally

until the war...
I thought I would go mad! How can we hope to survive in a world where people, of any race, color, or credo, willingly inflict this kind of suffering upon eachother. Why would the Gods allow such a travesty, how dare they. And for all this do the ends really justify the means? Bless the patience of Aesia whom gave me answers and peace. She told me that had they wanted puppets we would have come with strings, thank you very much. This and many other communings has led and taught we well. I do hold in high regaurd the noble paladins and monks who stive to be the driving hand of their prospective dieties but, Aesia forgive me, I can't help but have some distain as well always thinking about that first communing. It is my belief that that is why she smiles upon me. Aesia and the Gods do not want mindless automatons bent on unidimensional thought. She wants me to question her, rail against her, challenge her judgement, well respectfully that is. For in doing so and challenging our faith we learn and grow stronger. Exercise for the soul. Bless Aesia's name!

Alignment: NG
Race: Human
Place of Origin: Tel-Tenauril
View the journals of Lothloran.

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Contributor: Joe Cockfield