A Dance with Shadows
"The sun will rise each morning without fail, and with it a new beginning. Squander not the opportunities of a new day."
Alignment: Lawful Good
Background: Born of a Prophecy (+2 Religion), Ward of the Temple, Cormyr (Arabel)
STARTING ABILITY SCORES
Surge Value: 6
Acrobatics -2, History +1, Bluff +3, Dungeoneering +4, Endurance +0, Intimidate +3, Nature +4, Perception +4, Stealth -2, Streetwise +3, Thievery -2, Athletics -1
Cleric: Ritual Caster
Human: Power of the Sun
Level 1: Power of Amaunator
Bonus At-Will Power: Astral Seal
Channel Divinity: Healer’s Mercy
Cleric at-will 1: Sacred Flame
Cleric at-will 1: Lance of Faith
Cleric encounter 1: Divine Glow
Cleric daily 1: Astral Condemnation
Mystic Salves (Heal) (5)
Sanctified Incense (Religion) (5)
Holy Symbol of Amaunator
Gentle Repose, Create Holy Water
Branith stands 6’1” with an average build. Slightly wild, yet not unkempt, brown hair frames a youthful face that seems to always bear a wide grin. He would seem an unremarkable young man if it were not for his eyes, which glint even in the absence of light. He is nothing if not honorable and determined, yet this sense of duty is balanced by a kindly nature. Quick to laughter and possessing of a hearty and stalwart demeanor, Branith always sees the bright side of a dark situation.
Clad in burnished golden chainmail and fine leathers, he wears a long tabard trimmed in red upon which a rising sun cresting a verdant hillside can be seen. A gleaming mace hangs at his waist, the head fashioned into a likeness of the sun with rays outstretched. On his arm he bears a light shield emblazoned with the golden symbol of Amaunator, a wizened face on a solar disk.
Branith hails from Arabel in northern Cormyr, having been raised in the Temple of Lathander there since he was a child. He was left at the temple as a mere babe by a merchant whose caravan had found him in the desert to the north, abandoned to the mercy of the sands. The abbot graciously decided to take Branith in as a ward, a somewhat odd happenstance, as such a gesture is usually an honor reserved for the children of noble households.
Branith earned his keep by cooking and cleaning in the temple, learning the ways of Lathander in the his free time. A vivacious child with boundless energy, Branith often found himself yearning to see the world behind the temple walls. As he grew, Branith held the attention of the temple priests, eventually being admitted as a squire in the service of Lathander. A determined spirit and inexhaustible devotion propelled Branith to the top of his class, and his superiors oft commented on his potential as a Cleric.
Prior to his anointment, however, the Spellplague shook the very foundations of the temple. The Morninglord threw off his youthful guise to reveal his true identity as Amaunator, Keeper of the Golden Sun. While this change seemed to have far reaching ramifications for the temple it came as no surprise to Branith, a part of him already feeling intimately acquainted with Amaunator.
His training complete, Branith has left Cormyr traveling north. Compelled by his deity, he embarks on the adventure he’s dreamed of since he was a child.
From death, there is life.
From darkness, there is light.
There is always another morning.
And in the dawn the way is clearer.