#thank u so much hev!!! i wuv u

[ghostfvcker]

brother talk to me abt zirse

HEHE

Zirce is my dnd character I made for a dnd campaign with my father. I love her to pieces-- neutral good warlock/cleric with a heart of gold. She's a lonely child, abandoned at a lonely elven temple that had been repurposed to worship Kelemvor after the singular cleric there witnessed his death and ascension to godhood. She was raised completely alone by a 900 year old elf, Alasthan, at the end of his life. She made her other friends with the "spirits" of the graveyard, taking the names and blurbs on the sides of headstones and making up a guy about it to play pretend.

The only other friend she makes is with her Patron, Vyallniir-- a relic of the Thousand Year War LITERALLY 25000 YEARS AGO, Vyallniir was a powerful giant wizard general who devoted himself undying to his cause, by becoming a lich (known as a Drugar). That was literally over 25000 years ago. He is still stuck, was disabled beyond recovery about 600-400 years ago, when he incited riots that raized Alasthan's home-- the elven ruins-- to ash and rubble. He's been stuck in solitary confinement for that long, when Alasthan realized he couldn't turn or kill the monster he was forced to let it be. Zirse fell into his lap once and has been fascinated with him ever since, insisting to talk and listen to the old bag of bones talk about his life.

Zirse is like, the very epitome of forgiveness. Vyallniir finds forgiveness in the eyes of this scruffy haired human for atrocities she can't even imagine, and it warms his cold dead heart. He eventually sends her on a journey to become as strong of a warrior as she can, so that she can break into the iced-over remains of the giant stronghold where his phylactery is kept and put him out of his misery.

She got her cleric multiclass after witnessing so much needless death and destruction. At a temple, she prayed for their soul's safety, prayed that she might steel her heart, and offered rites for the many dead she'd found along the way. She slunk into the catacombs to be at peace with the silence of the dead, and that's when Kelemvor found her, and made her his cleric after so long.

Kelemvor is a death god of judgement, who abhors undead. Zirse's only friend, putside of her caretaker and her ragtag team of adventurers, is a fucking Lich. She walks this tightrope line between the two of them, trying desperately to be right by both without fully pleasing either, and it puts so much strain on her, and its just fascinating.

Thank u so much for asking about her hev i haven't thought about her in a minute. Clerlock brain baby