4th Level Cleric of Gode, currently living in Myth Drannor
Gabriel was a scavenger/thief/miscreant who met The Brotherhood of Steel in the Mere of Dead men. He was cowardly and ran before The Ravenger, leaving them to their fate in spite of making a momentary connection with Callindra. Watching the battle from the safety of The Drunken Thief, horrified at the destruction the creature wrought, but also amazed at The Brotherhood’s refusal to stand aside in spite of its obvious power.
After much thought, he decided that perhaps a bare few people could make a difference in the world and made his way to a monastic order in Luskin where he studied texts and pondered the mysteries of the Divine. When Luskin was destroyed by the Abyss, he wandered, barely surviving on what he could find in the wilds of Neverwinter Wood.
When Gode was released from his prison, Gabriel felt him calling and answered; taking up his sword and traveling through many dangers to reach Myth Drannor. He now trains the initiates in the basic healing arts and swordplay in the current settlement.
Bit O Backstory
“Mind if I join you?” Gabriel jerked his eyes from the flickering flames and glanced up at the approaching girl.
“Ahh- well…” He stammered, obviously about to tell her to leave until he saw she was proffering a flask. “Yeah of course you can. Thanks.” He shifted slightly to one side on the log he was sitting on and she sat down heavily next to him.
Callindra took out her pipe and tobacco from The Dry House and tamped the bowl full. Before accepting the flask back she concentrated for a second and a thin streamer of smoke trailed from her mouth. Sighing in satisfaction she exhaled a plume of smoke, took the flask back and took a swallow.
“So, you here for fortune and glory too?” She asked giving the fighter next to her a sidelong glance. “Or do you actually have scruples?” Callindra noted in passing that his leather armor had seen some use as had the twin long daggers he was polishing.
“Well mainly for fortune.” He replied with a dry chuckle. “There’s a lot of money out in the swamp if you’re willing to pay the price for it. I think I saw you out there in the fray earlier. Once you get a little older and a little less impatient you’ll be one helluva fighter you know? That flip almost cost you more than you bet on. How ‘bout you? What’re you here for if not for fortune?”
“At least you’re honest. I’m here because my brothers and I have a job to do. We’re looking for an artifact of some importance and we have reason to believe it’s probably here somewhere. My luck it’s probably in the bottom of the swamp.” She blew a few smoke rings and fidgeted with the shackles on her wrists.
“Heh so you’re here for the same thing we all are in spite of your high and mighty talk. No shame in it you know. In fact I could use some more good help, the weaklings keep dying off in my hunting party and only the suicidal go out in small groups. How ‘bout it? You want to join up with us?” He stuck out his hand, “I’m Gabriel by the way.”
Callindra gripped his forearm in a swordsman’s clasp, “Callindra. I’ll have to ask my brothers. Gabriel, that’s a strangely angelic name for someone with your outlook on the world.”
“Yeah, my old man wanted me to enter the priesthood. I never could stomach all that silence and the wardrobe leaves something to be desired too.” A familiar and dangerous scent struck her nostrils and she looked sharply to the sky.
“Night lights are out again tonight I see.” Wisps of vapor that glowed with a sickly green phosphorescence trailed from the swamp to wrap around one of the caravan wagons.
Callindra reached over her shoulder to loosen Brightfang in his sheath. Gabriel’s hand strayed towards the hilts of his knives, watching her nervously. “You smell that?” She asked, ignoring him.
He inhaled deeply, “Yeah, sulphur.” Suddenly the wagon that had been enclosed in the vapor exploded as a massive figure seemingly made of black stone with glowing green lava pulsating under the surface landed on it. Raising its head to the sky it let loose a scream of rage, hunger and longing.
“Oh FUCK it’s the Ravenger! Callindra, we gotta get out of here now!” He grabbed for Callindra’s hand and started backing away while the entire caravan burst into unholy green fire.
“You asked why I’m here Gabriel?” Callindra stood and unsheathed Brightfang whose steely ring sang eagerly in the night air. “This is why. Sometimes there are things that are so wrong they must be opposed. The forces of chaos must not be allowed to run free.”
“Nothing survives The Ravenger Callindra; come with me and live to fight another day!” Some people were running screaming into the night while others ducked behind the Drunken Thief’s imposing doors.
“I’d rather die with honor than live a coward. Pick up your blades and prove your worth.” She hefted Brightfang and thought to herself, “So this is the Ravenger eh? Those innocents are going to be killed unless I take it on. I’m sure Tryst will be here soon, there’s no way he’ll be able to avoid feeling this evil presence.” She sprinted towards the monstrosity without hesitation.