A devout Deva who is looking to root out and cleanse evil while maintaining the morality of an acolyte of Pelor.
The shock of it all is my first and most painful memory. The ice cold rocks, the blasting wind, the roiling mountain clime; these are all shocking on a nude form, true. That’s not to what I am referring. One moment you are not and the next you are, at least to your perceptions. The haze of before can only be parted for mere moments, so you can see my shock of being. There I stood, just myself, at the Peak of Woe. My descent was hasty and fraught with near death all the way to the foot. Without the aid of hermit and his bear, I would have surely never made it down alive. I am sure this was all the will of Pelor who guided me down. The warmth of the fire and the sun warming the mountainside showed me the way, in that I must use my inner warmth to burn away all that would despoil the land.
This kind of prose has been iterated by poets, leaders of men and pontificators the world around. This is no idle threat. The hermit professed an issue with goblins so I re-payed his kindess by removing their deliberately malign shenanigans from the mountainside permanently. Though the leader, a runt quasit, gave me some trouble, Pelor allowed me the strength burn him inside out. After the thorough cleansing, I left the mountain and continued my travels southward. Along the way, the pious could tell I was special and provided for me food, shelter and equipment, while I provided cleansing of evil and hope.
It wasn’t long before I met some adventurers and was struck curious by their innate skill and capability. With the wrong motivations and guidance, such…capable people could wreak havoc on the world. With the proper intentions and a reminder of the power of the gods, they could aspire to a saintly mission and make the world better for it. I feel it is my duty to aid them in their endeavors, grow together and to help maintain their moral compass.