Lucian Ravensmaw

## History

Born to an unknown mother and left on the doorstep of a Sarenite temple, Lucian was taken in by a priestess of the faith and raised alongside it. He always sought to do good, even early on in his life, and had soon found what he believed to be his true calling; helping the good and redeeming the bad

So it was, at his coming of age, that Lucian had decided to set out to right all the wrongs he could manage to in this world. This journey brought him upon a small village, where he required the aid of the local smith's apprentice, a social outcast called Liadan, to reforge his broken blade.

After the smith's work was done, Lucian and the girl chatted for what seemed like an eternity, before the boy decided to ask her if she would accompany him on his journey. The woman, of course, thought him nothing but a naive child at first, though decided to come along due to her peculiar gift. The two got closer over the course of their journey, which has brought them to Babel, and now are an almost inseparable duo.

## Appearance

Lucian has a peculiar air about him. The boy seems almost radiant in his every aspect, constantly oozing some manner of divine power. His eyes constantly give off a slight, warm glow, the tips of his hair constantly burn as though they were embers, and his skin always feels slightly warm to the touch. This is due to a blessing from the Dawnflower, Lucian's patron.

He carries himself with dignity, though his clumsiness causes him to stumble around from time to time. He carries a rather ornate bastard sword with him, which he keeps sheathed as much as he can, though he's shown no doubt in using it where necessary. Around his neck he keeps the silver holy symbol of his patron, and his cloak is likewise emblazoned with the celestial ankh associated with his faith.

## Personality

Lucian is a kind soul, and not one to deny aid to any innocent folk who would petition him for it. He is, however, also a naive one, and some cunning villain could well take advantage of his gentle disposition to their own gain. Luckily for Lucian, he's usually followed by Liadan, his more cynical, forward companion. Lucian is a bit of an airhead, often not quite picking up on any hidden clues until well after those clues have been explained to him.

Always a simple boy, Lucian likes people who do good and dislikes those that are evil. However, he doesn't spite them for their ways and will always offer a hand to any who seem truly intent on redeeming themselves. He doesn't like committing violence, and as such will opt to disarm his opponents to make whatever violence he does have to commit swift and merciful. This lends reason as to why he prefers Liadan to accompany him on his missions, as she has a penchant of stripping people of their armor and blades as well, making any suffering not last over long.

## Relationships

### Liadan

Lucian has a close bond with Liadan, his travelling companion and lover. The two have been on the road together for a good while now, and as such have keyed their fighting styles off one another to make up for whatever it is the other lacks. They also make up for each other in a social setting, where Liadan looks at things with a more careful eye than Lucian might, and Lucian in turn opens Liadan's eyes to the innocent wonders of the world.

## Lucian's Adventures

### The Ghostlands Tower, Part I

The tower rising in the Ghostlands has been quite the load on Lucian's mind as of late. Given the nature of his faith, he couldn't rightly sit still and let the rest of the adventurers handle this without the boy's aid. Even if several of those people did outclass him when it came to combat, Lucian was dead set on helping out with this rather worrying series of events.

So it was that Liadan and him decided to sit down and think over their plan. The expedition was definitely something they were going to take part in, there was simply no question about it, however they did not want to lead a suicide charge straight in to a group of undead and call it a day. No, what they needed was a proper plan and plenty preparation.

At first Lucian thought to help his lover out at the forge, running for supplies and such as Liadan smithed a few weapons, some armor, mayhap some horseshoes for the steeds, all to supply the masses that would no doubt be joining them. It was after about half a day of working however, that Liadan told him his attention may better be spent on something else, given his clumsiness and general lack of understanding when it came to smithing work.

Second idea, then, was to enlist the help of Brylar. Brylar was a living lake the two had met on an expedition, one who fancied himself to be the son of Sarenrae herself due to some worship the local villagers had conducted. He also fancied himself the 'god' of potions, with a focus on healing potions. No doubt he wasn't truly her son, and definitely no god, but that was no reason not to ask a favor of such a just soul, one that likely has ample reason to hate the undead scourge himself.

Lucian set out for the village once more, and headed on down to Brylar's retreat. He attempted to enlist the ooze's aid, whereupon he was asked a question; Lucian was asked what he did with the potion he had received from the ooze upon completion of their assignment. This potion was some manner of druidic concoction, made from a variety of herbs. Lucian figured the answer he'd give would be the deciding factor in whether or not Brylar would assist the expedition. Thinking his aid in the way of supplying potions would be invaluable to the cause, Lucian decided on a little white lie.

Lucian called upon his mythic power to honey the words he'd tell Brylar. He said he'd already donated such a potion to the cause, and has no idea of what might have happened to it since then. Brylar seemed sufficiently pleased by the answer, and agreed to lend his aid with the expedition on one condition, that condition being that Lucian would serve in his congregation for a total of two weeks once the threat had passed. Lucian swiftly agreed to the terms, and vowed to himself he'd make up for the lie by donating more than he already was planning to to the expedition. He thanked his ooze companion appropriately for the, no doubt, large amount of work that was coming his way, and set back off to home.

He spent the rest of his day rallying people in town, asking much less imposing members of the community for some help in garnering supplies and troops and offering plenty of favors in return. After that was all done and dusted, and the sun was setting on the horizon, only then did Lucian finally return home to his lover with all the good news that day had brought. Preparations were going swimmingly.

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