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Amailearch the Holy

My name is Amailearch the Holy. I was born to a human father and an elven mother. I am 5' 10" with a slight frame. I have brown hair, eyes, and pale skin.

I desire nothing more than to commit myself to clerical duties. I seek great mystical powers by which I can care for others, and destroy evil. I hope to study both the magics of the arcane and the holy writ, by which I pray I can do much good.

Holy Amailearch

A Sentimental Value: Ring of Solace

While grabbing some provisions from my house before leaving, a flash of silver caught my eye. My mother's silver signet ring, set with a dark green jasper lay on a side table. Engraved into the opaque stone is a bird she claimed was the symbol of her family's heraldry. Though she always wore it on her right index finger, it just fits my left pinky. I remember how she would stroke my head with it when I was ill and feverish, and it always seemed to make me feel better.

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Advisor Description

As I left the tavern I heard a voice call my name. I turned to see a large man in clerical garb. His face was jolly and full, his short unkempt beard white, and his head bald. I recognized Neil immediately as the priest who performed my mother's last rites. I approached him eagerly.

Holy Amailearch

Deity of Amailearch

Gureil is the God of restoration, healing, and purity. He empowers healers, especially those who care for the poor and prisoners. He believes no one is truly beyond redemption but can always choose to be redeemed. Many of His followers are rumored to have magically restored broken limbs, or even replace severed fingers.

Holy Amailearch

House of Sorrows

You have trapped yourself here by the means of your creation. It is a place for your sorrows, and that of course means your children are here. One embodying anxiety, and the other depression and rage. You feel as though you cannot do anything for them, and that there is no God to help you. The Insolatim is proof enough of that to you. It is beyond your ability to control, and no good God would give it. Yet you desperately seek to free your children of it. Perhaps here, in this, your creation, we can do just that.