Luthen is a curious sort. Their....mother? They doesn't quite know. Their father... they aren't quite sure. They thought they knew. they remembers a voice, a warm golden light, and an unfathomable power. "Go my child, go free. Learn your gifts, master them. And when I call to you, you will know. Pray to me child, if you ever need my guide. I am Lathander, the Morninglord. And remember, smile." Then Luthen was cold. The wind blew across the snow covered plains of Icewind Dale. Luthen lied in the snow, freezing slowly. They rubbed their hands together, their teeth chattering. Sparks popped from their palms. From this moment on they understood. " Learn your gifts, master them." Their magic grew, wild and unstable, but Luthen didn't care. This was their gift. Soon the call came, it was time to start their path. The life Lathander laid out for Luthen. "Stop the Icemaiden, the witch of cold cursing this land. Let the sun rise here again." So Luthen set out, started on their quest. They were happy, they smiled, like it was all they knew. Social cues, didn't know em. Money? How do i use this stuff? Luthen shakily stepped into the world.
Luthen doesn't wear their mask like most aasimar do. Luthen only owns to mask. A comedy mask so no one can see them frown. A tragedy mask so no one can see them loose control. A wand of wonder, gifted by a stranger to help them contain their gift (or so they told).
Luthen is a wild magic sorcerer. Protector aasimar. They haven't worn the tragedy mask yet, were waiting for a big moment. The Comedy mask is worn on serious missions. They haven't taken their comedy mask off sense they were dropped to zero but stabilized and brought back up. They are terrified. They almost failed Lathander, who Luthen devoted their entire existence to. They keep plucking the same 3 cords on their lyre as a tear or tp slip beyond the mask every now and then. Luthen hasn't even cuddled their pet sheep fluffy since the ordeal.
So what do you guys think? Cool or Not cool? Suggestions? The formatting and structure is bad, because i couldn't figure out how to articulate what i was trying to say.
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Luthen is a curious sort. Their....mother? They doesn't quite know. Their father... they aren't quite sure. They thought they knew. they remembers a voice, a warm golden light, and an unfathomable power. "Go my child, go free. Learn your gifts, master them. And when I call to you, you will know. Pray to me child, if you ever need my guide. I am Lathander, the Morninglord. And remember, smile." Then Luthen was cold. The wind blew across the snow covered plains of Icewind Dale. Luthen lied in the snow, freezing slowly. They rubbed their hands together, their teeth chattering. Sparks popped from their palms. From this moment on they understood. " Learn your gifts, master them." Their magic grew, wild and unstable, but Luthen didn't care. This was their gift. Soon the call came, it was time to start their path. The life Lathander laid out for Luthen. "Stop the Icemaiden, the witch of cold cursing this land. Let the sun rise here again." So Luthen set out, started on their quest. They were happy, they smiled, like it was all they knew. Social cues, didn't know em. Money? How do i use this stuff? Luthen shakily stepped into the world.
Luthen doesn't wear their mask like most aasimar do. Luthen only owns to mask. A comedy mask so no one can see them frown. A tragedy mask so no one can see them loose control. A wand of wonder, gifted by a stranger to help them contain their gift (or so they told).
Luthen is a wild magic sorcerer. Protector aasimar. They haven't worn the tragedy mask yet, were waiting for a big moment. The Comedy mask is worn on serious missions. They haven't taken their comedy mask off sense they were dropped to zero but stabilized and brought back up. They are terrified. They almost failed Lathander, who Luthen devoted their entire existence to. They keep plucking the same 3 cords on their lyre as a tear or tp slip beyond the mask every now and then. Luthen hasn't even cuddled their pet sheep fluffy since the ordeal.
So what do you guys think? Cool or Not cool? Suggestions? The formatting and structure is bad, because i couldn't figure out how to articulate what i was trying to say.