Characters/Dalerion Korr

# Dalerion Korr, the Voice of Ioun

## Dalerion Korr

**Dalerion Korr** — is a 32-year-old human priest who was born in 1257 A.C. in a small village in the Holy State of Akkalat close to its border with Easter Raeran to the West. He is currently traveling with the party in Fayers Cove. His best friend is Greg Butkus.

As a player character, Dalerion is a *Lv. 3 Cleric*. He first joined the story of the campaign in Session 0, making him a member of the original party.

## Backstory

\* *This section partially mirrors Greg Butkus' backstory segment "The culling of Halensmite".*

### The culling of Halensmite

Born in a small village of Halensmite in the Holy State of Akkalat, Dalerion Korr lived a humbled but peaceful life amidst the sea-wide shores of Western parts of the realm, just paces away from the Eastern Raeran border lands. Being that far away from the Akkalat's Capital the village of Halensmite was not influenced by the state's religion and hardly ever opened its gates to Faith Keepers emissaries. Be it luck, be it the fact that the village was located on the shore of the Narrow Sea, the Faith Keepers armed with maces, torches, and the golden waves banners - the symbol of Umely, the Goddess of the sea - never took interest in Halensmite's doings, nor its faithfulness to The Drowned Church. Yet, when they did, the locals were careful to hide all the tokens of their devotion to the deity that was not the "chosen".

That was until one fateful day, when a platoon of soldiers with an emissary of Faith Keepers was passing by, aiming to strengthen the borders to the West, noticed two children by the shore, drawing and scribbling in the sand. When approached by the curious emissary, they were quick to stand up and show respect to the armed figure, but too slow to realize that the waves did not wash away the eyes they had been drawing in the sand. And so they were the first to witness the anger of the state. They and Ioun, the Goddess of knowledge, to whom the children devoted their drawings of her symbol - the eye.

The quietness within the walls of the village quickly dried out, and with it, the chaos and mayhem breached the gates and flooded the streets. Dalerion heard of the cullings before, everybody did, - the show of force and anger of the Faith Keepers supported by the radical soldiers of the state. They would execute, torture, and bleed the souls that dared to oppose the faith, to oppose The Drowned Church. But never could Dalerion think that it would one day come knocking on the doors. Not so soon, not here.

Dalerion swiftly made his way to his family's homestead, where his parents were anxiously positioned near the entrance, anticipating their son's return amidst the unfolding culling. With time running out, they could only gather a handful of their most essential possessions before hastily fleeing toward the cliffs, joining the ranks of the fortunate few who had managed to escape eastward towards Raeran as the perilous situation escalated.

Just above them, the emissary stood with a soldier who held a tome in his hands, curiously inspecting the now blood-soaked leathery cover. A tome that once had been a symbol of knowledge and is now a testament to the cruel and brutal reality that Dalerion Korr had to first witness and with years to come live with. "*Should we pursue them,*" - the solder asked. The emissary waved his hand in a dismissive manner. “*Leave them. The culling waves shall take all the unfaithful. Be it they drown in their own heretic blood or the salty waters, I care not. Leave them, kill the rest*." That day Halensmite was burned to the ground and erased from the history of The Holy State of Akkalat, but not from the memories of those who managed to escape.

## External links

* DNDBeyond character sheet: https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/107021208.