Out of the Abyss
Human cleric of Pholtus
Height: 6’ 0"
Weight: 175 lbs.
Hair: Light brown, close-cropped
Armor: Chain mail, shield
Clothing: White hooded robes, leather boots
Weapons: Enchanted warhammer, light crossbow
Other: An amulet with a 12-pointed silver sun behind a smaller gold crescent moon (a holy symbol of Pholtus)
Lander’s shield bears the heraldry of the Theocracy of the Pale: A silver sun and gold crescent moon on a purple field, divided by a white stripe containing six silver stars.
Lander’s warhammer appears to be made of coral, with fins at the hilt and a scaled grip. Bears the inscription “Socrates” on the shaft.
Lander lived most of his life in the Theocracy of the Pale, where worship of Pholtus (god of light and law) is the official religion. Like most clerics in the Pale, he worked as an arbiter, lawyer, and eventually a judge. His missions of mediation sometimes required him to journey abroad, and his occasional expeditions instilled in him a love of natural environments and a growing wanderlust.
After uncovering a cabal of overzealous Pholtan templars and sentencing them harshly for their lawlessness, he was forced to abandon his office and flee the Pale. This gave him the opportunity to fulfill his desire to travel and escape the pressures of city life. He eventually became comfortable with his new life as a hermit, making frequent forays against dark and chaotic forces from his hidden home in the forest of Flanaess.
He has not forgotten the secret wickedness of the Knights Templar of the Theocracy of the Pale, and harbors a general distrust of paladins as a result. Embittered by the consequences of his uncompromising pursuit of justice, he has been known to openly curse the templars’ patron, St. Ceril, and quietly curse even Pholtus himself. He remains faithful to his calling as a cleric of the light domain, however. He often extols the virtues of the One True Way, and has a habit of softly singing the Pholtan hymn, “O Blinding Light,” to himself when he thinks he cannot be overheard.
In the first few months after fleeing the Pale, Lander had serious difficulty adjusting to life in the wilderness, and nearly died. A kindly forest gnome, Opal, befriended him and helped him establish his woodland hermitage. She happily accompanies him on his outings in pursuit of creatures of darkness and chaos, and he considers himself eternally in her debt for saving his life.
I often get lost in my own thoughts and contemplation, becoming oblivious to my surroundings.
Logic. Emotions must not cloud our sense of what is right and true, or our logical thinking. (Lawful)
I entered seclusion to hide from the ones who might still be hunting me. I must someday confront them.
I am dogmatic in my thoughts and philosophy.