Willem Rykard - Cleric/Paladin/Champion of Torm

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Backround/Origin: Acolyte from the Western Heartlands

Basic motivation: A lifequest to become a Champion of Torm and help the world against the current evils.

Simple Backstory: Willem is the third son of a merchant. He grew up in a good lower upper class upbringing. Upon turning 15, he decided to not follow his father in the mercantile life and became a faithful of Torm, Ilmater, and Tyr. To begin his quest to spread justice, mercy, and stop evil he became a simple cleric. He would tend to Ilmaters rundown temples, perform rites, study, heal and in general live like a cleric.At 23, Willem wanted to do more and persue being a Champion of Torm paladin and fight evil. For this reason, he was inspired to head to Cormyr after praying to the three gods.


(OOC: Hi everyone! This is my first time playing in a persistent world. I did my best to read all the rules. Please let me know anything I am doing wrong! I hope to meet and make new friends along the way. 🙂)

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Race: Human

Features: Dark Brown Hair, Sullen look, Buff upper body

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**Thoughts and musings from the mind of Willem**

By Torm, those were so many rats! My boots will have these tears forever now!

Well, no matter...I need to fund my stay and help the people...gods know I cant expect ro be of any help against evil if these rats get me all riled.

Those Kobolds to the south I heard about...That is a problem that I should scout when the chance arises...

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***Excerpt of Willem's Journal written at the Regal Griffon Inn in Greatgaunt***

More rats! Unbelievable. This poor town must be infested. Well, at least I was here to help that poor cook. He offered to buy me a meal and a bed for some rest. The people arr as great as the lands around this town are beautiful. Whatever trials these people have faced, they seem to keep moving forward...

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***Excerpt of Willem's Journal written at the Regal Griffon Inn in Greatgaunt***

Hobgoblins! A full lair of these foul creatures had the gall to setup outside of town. They attacked an elf bobleman, who requested the help of any willing. I first scouted the cavern, and was almost killed...By the grace of Ilmater, I escaped and a group of adventurers outside the inn enchanted my person. With the added protection and Torm's might by my side, I was able to slew the beasts...This is a very good day for the populace. The roads are safer for everyone, and I have performed a service...

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In the Regal Griffon Inn at Greatgaunt, Willem sat. He sat at the great table in the middle of the room, the sounds and scents he had gotten used to all around him. Still, in spite of being in a place that he was familiar with, a passive observer would be able to see from his face that he was troubled. Willem sat thinking...

"Ash...ash and darkness. A great statue rising in front of me. Doors that lead to...ash.
I know I am only here by Torm's grace. By the gods, what have I done to myself..."

Willem thought about the home he left behind. He is here in this land by his own choosing. By his belief that his Lord had answered his prayers for purpose...What his father had called foolish wanderlust.

"Adventurers! Knights!", his father had said mockingly. "This is what you want to be? A 'paladin'? You already squandered the gifts we gave you to become a penniless cleric. Why this now? What will you find other than death..."

Willem remembered how he had responded. That he was taught to fight thanks to his fathers tutors, and his life as a cleric had given him a path. That he must follow this.

And he had...He made it to this troubled land and set about what he believed was right. The same as healing the sick that stopped by Ilmater's dilapidated shrine. He brought Torm's fist upon those dark creatures and beasts.

But his father had been right...Willem had found Death...

"There is nothing for me now but this...I am only here thanks to Torm. I am his shield and blade to be used against evil..."

Slowly, Willem started feeling comfortable in the familair place of the Regal Griffon Inn.