<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Adon Dualen</strong><br/>Chaotic Good Scourge <strong>Aasimar Cleric</strong> of Sune 1 (Inheritor)<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 10; <strong>Hit Dice:</strong> d8<br/><strong>AC:</strong> 16/18 [with shield]; <strong>Proficiency:</strong> +2<br/><strong>Init:</strong> +2; <strong>Speed</strong> 30 ft.<br/><strong>Saves:</strong> Wis +5, Cha +6<br/><br/><strong>Melee </strong>+4 Firehair; 1d4+2<br/><strong>Ranged</strong> +4<br/><br/><strong>Spell attack</strong> +5 (Wis)/+6 (Cha); <strong>Spell DC</strong> 13 (Wis)/14 (Cha)<br/><strong>Cantrips known:</strong> <em>green-flame blade </em>(Cha; item), <em>guidance, light</em> (Cha; racial), <em>sacred flame, thaumaturgy</em><br/><strong>Spell slots and spells prepared:</strong><br/><strong>1:</strong> 2 slots; <em>bless, charm person (D), command, compelled duel (D), healing word, shield of faith</em><br/><br/><strong>Str</strong> 14/+2, <strong>Dex</strong> 15/+2, <strong>Con</strong> 15/+2, <strong>Int</strong> 12/+1, <strong>Wis</strong> 16/+3, <strong>Cha</strong> 18/+4<br/><br/>Features: darkvision, celestial resistance (necrotic, radiant), healing hands (1 hp/long rest), radiant consumption (1/long rest), spellcasting, ritual casting, divine domain (love), unparalleled beauty, blessing of love (4/long rest)<br/><br/><strong>Skill Proficiency: </strong> Deception, Insight, Performance, Persuasion, Religion<br/><strong>Armor Proficiency:</strong>  light armor, medium armor, shields<br/><strong>Weapon Proficiency:</strong>  all simple weapons<br/><strong>Tool Proficiency:</strong>  musical instrument (harp)<br/><strong>Languages:</strong>  Celestial, Common, Sylvan<br/> <br/><strong>Possessions: </strong><br/>Mace, scale mail, quarterstaff, explorer’s pack, shield, holy symbol, set of traveller’s clothes, a pouch containing 15 gp<br/><strong>Inheritance:</strong> <strong><em>Firehair</em></strong><br/>Supposedly made of Lady Firehair’s own red hair, enchanted with her divine grace and whimsical fury. In hands of a cleric or paladin of Sune, it functions as a holy symbol as well as a whip. As an added benefit to clerics, as long as the cleric in question wields the weapon, they count green flame blade cantrip as one of their cleric cantrips except that they use their CHA modifier as their spellcasting attribute for it.<br/></div></div><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/9f/66/f3/9f66f36fa935e401a710b46058661703.jpg)</div>The young cleric, a handsome young lad of almost nineteen summers, looked at the gathered crowd of women. Most of them were young, only a bit older than himself. Sweet and youthful initiates of Sune, goddess of love and beauty. He smiled as his amber, almost golden, eyes recognized them, one after another, and as he remembered their shared moments of... passionate prayer. Yes, he enjoyed praying to the goddess and worshipping her through her mortal vessels' bodies. Were they not there to share the goddess' tenents of love? Were they not supposed to be the example of freedom and love freely given that they revered? Of course they were. And he, Adon Dualen, their prophet and their savior, helped them all achieve the goddess' embrace and presence -- as they helped him commune with the goddess' warmth and passion.<br/><br/>He noticed the look on the high priestess' face. The woman never fell to his charm. He sometimes wondered if that was because of Sune's grace... or because she was only a loveless husk. She did not approve of him nor of his youthful enthusiasm as she called it. In a temple full of young novices, a handsome aasimar of great destiny and ancestry, was enough to distract them all from their priestly duties. They were not there to be toyed or played with by Adon -- or any other man for that matter. They were here for a reason other than earthly pleasures. The foolish ones kept forgetting that as they embraced the too easy temptations of flesh. But Sune was as much a goddess of flesh as she was of mind and soul. Of beauty unseen by mortal eyes. Of love transcending lust and desire. The initiates often forgot that.<br/><br/>But so did many of the senior clergy, the high priestess reminded herself. Even some of her advisors, women whose minds should be free of youthful infatuations, fell to Adon's charms... or rather, fell prey to his seductive bearing and divine ancestry. The prophecy made him all the more alluring. After all, who wouldn't want to be the one loved forever by the Chosen One who would vanquish the great evil in the future? Reason and rationality were the first to leave one's mind as Adon's lips and agile fingers caressed their bodies. Fools, each and every one of them, Adela, the high priestess, cursed under her breaths as she learnt of yet another affair of her young protege - and the newest ordained cleric in the temple. She knew that enough was enough. It was high time she did something. Prophecy or no, she would help his destiny arrive. She called him and tasked him with the holy quest of entering the legendary danger and ridding it of the great evil that awaited there.<br/><br/>Adon remembered that evening with the High Priestess. She was calm, as usual, but under that calmness, there was tension. Learning that it was finally the moment he had been waiting for his whole lifetime, he quickly accepted and began preparing. Having been handed a relic of the goddess hairself,<em>Firehair</em>, a magic whip supposedly made of the goddess' own hair, he smiled at the recognition of his skills and importance. He never doubted just how crucial his help was -- after all, he was of divine ancestry, it was only natural to be chosen as the bearer of the relic. That was two days ago... and now, he was leaving. Dressed in armor adorned with rosy motifs, bearing a shield with the Goddess' face, encircled with a mane of fiery red hair, he looked like the hero he had been born to become.<br/><br/>Bidding farewell to all his ex-lovers, he got on his horse and left in the direction of his quest. He had memorised the map given to him by the high priestess and so he was confident that he could arrive there shortly if he made haste.