I was trained as a moonspeaker by the Kletchaw clan born and raised to combat evil and serve Melora. At an early age, I was guided by my deity to the northern wastes of Ackeron for reasons unknown to me. On my journey I encountered a massive army dispatched from Dugard. I was informed that a rift in the material plane had formed, and aberrations of a horrible nature had escaped into the material plane.
Upon discovering the righteous purpose of the army, I enlisted my service and soon came face to face with the monstrosities for myself. I cannot fully describe the horrors that I would be witness to for the next several years, as wave after wave of the most vile and horrid creatures poured through that sickly rift, each of them more of an affront to Melora then the last. Over the years, I learned to bolster the defenses of my allies as well as my own as we held our ground against impossible odds. As the battles raged, I was recognized by my commanding officers as one of extraordinary valor, and was soon given a command of my own. With every attack that I commanded, I made sure that I was an example to my troops, leading every attack and being on the front lines of every engagement.
Finally, after years of fighting, and several powerful rituals cast by me and several other clerics, we were able to destabilize the rift and put an end to the threat. For 20 years, holding back these aberrations was the purpose of my life but with the rift closed, I have lost this purpose. I was offered a place within the army, and I was just about to accept, when I felt the pull of Melora’s hand guiding me elsewhere. I now journey, waiting for the day when Melora will once again manifest my life’s purpose.