A young dwarf paladin exploring the fulcrum of his mortal being.
Father was a part of the house Guard. Cousins to the house line.
Was injured along with twin brother in attack while on hunt. Twin brother died from injuries sustained from animal on hunt. I was only slightly less injured and drifted in the place between life and death. Truly the first time as a young dwarf that I began to see there was a fulcrum to our action and our inaction.
I sought to learn more and somewhere along that journey I became a voice for that harmony in the dichotomy of things. Happenstance and rigorous pursuit brought me to a place that I had been looking for. It was not the final place but a place that I could learn and grow my knowledge. This place was the Church of the Half Moon and it’s where I discovered NezAlahn.