Silanna Talvir

High Elf Cleric of Life (Helm)

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The Kingdom Damara – 1489 DR
Silanna was born (1139 DR) into a Damara that was very different from what it is today (1489 DR). Born to a large clan of elves in the, now haunted and demon infested, Dunwood (formerly Rawlinswood Forest) of eastern Damara, Silanna was trained as a Sentinel, protectors of the clan. She spent most of her youth learning the ways of the forest and vigilance for her clan and their kingdom, Lo’eil Lelorian. During her second century of life the forest kingdom was besieged by tribes of orcs and bugbears lead by an ancient evil from the Citadel of Dun Tharos. Broken and scattered the remaining elves found themselves alone. Silanna found herself traveling with a merchant caravan north to Heliogabolus, the capitol of the human Kingdom of Damara.
In Heliogabolus she had fallen in with the local chapter of the church of Helm. Being trained as a Sentinel for her people, their ideals of watchfulness and protection resonated with her. In time she was inducted into the church as an acolyte to be trained as a “Watcher Over the Fallen”, the Helm sect of Battlefield clerics. She had watched the city grow over the course of months and years. With the city the Order of Helm also grew with in Heliogabolus. Rulers came and went and the Helmites watched never interfering in the goings on of the city, save for law enforcement or protection of the royal family whilst traveling. Until the summer of 1347 DR, the Witch King of Vassa invaded and conquered half of Damara in one season. King Viridin, retaliated in what resulted in a 10 year campaign driving the Witch King to a stalemate at the Ford of Goliad. It was during this conflict that Silanna participated as field medic and healer to the forces of Damara.
King Viridin was ultimately betrayed and the forces of Damara were crushed beneath the army of Zhengyi the Witch King. What remained of the Damaran armies retreated to Heliogabolus. Petty lords were placed into positions of power and the land was sliced into baronies to be ruled by barons, mostly of ill repute. The Kingdom began to wither and die as did the order of Helm.
In the fall of 1357 DR hope came to Damara in the form of a Paladin and his adventurous friends. Gareth Dragonsbane Paladin of Ilmater began to drive back Zhengyi and his forces in what would later be called the Bloodstone Wars. When the armies of Bloodstone finally liberated Heliogabolus the order of Helm immediately pledged their services to Gareth’s flag. Once again Silanna found herself in the thick of battle testing her skills and devotion, this time she was on the winning side. She rode into battle at every opportunity in an effort to drive the forces of the Witch King from Damara. Garth Dragonsbane and his band of heroes defeated Zhengyi in the North and crossed the planes of the Abyss to finally once and for all end the evil that had gripped Damara for so long.
Gareth Dragonsbane was crowned King of the Bloodstone Lands (all of Damara and Vassa) in 1359 DR. Following the coronation the King held several ceremonies to honor those who had battled so valiantly during the war. Silanna was awarded high honors by King Dragonsbane himself and given a Gleaming Suit of Celestial Platemail as reward. She had also pledged her ever watchful eye and vigilance to the Kingdom of Damara.
Silanna served the kingdom and the church for the next 25 years as advisor and captain of the watch in Heliogabolus, weathering the Time of Troubles and the scrutiny of her deity during the events of that time. In 1385 DR, Silanna had awoken one evening with a start and with overwhelming sadness she could not understand. Her god was gone. The touch of the divine that she was able to channel was no longer available for her to channel. All of Helms worship suffered the same. Weeks passed with no change and Arch-Bishop of Helm tasked her with a pilgrimage to the Noble Hand in Tsurlagol to ascertain the state of the faith in the most prominent of all of the churches of Helm.
She set off immediately heading south toward the nation of Impiltur. As she passed through the Merchant’s Run, the pass between the Earthspur Mountains and the Dunwood, she noticed sheets of blue flame scouring the land. Enormous curtains of blue fire burned the earth and stretched into the sky. Fleeing as fast as she could she could not escape and was overtaken by a curtain of blue fire and consumed.
She awoke some time later to find herself lying face down in the surf of some great body of water. As she lay in the sand and water with the waves crashing upon her a voice spoke to her:
“Stay watchful. Stay vigilant. As you live, I do not die.”
She traveled for the next ten day to finally reach a small village. The residents were human, smaller of stature than those of Damara. They had bronzed skin, and eyes more elliptical than the usual humans, but they were indeed humans. They looked at her with inquisitive gazes and some shied away in fear. She could not understand them and they could not understand her. After a time their “holy man” stepped forward and spoke words of power and she found that she could understand him. She was in a land known as Shou-Lung, very far from home.
Over the course of the next 100 years, Silanna crossed the width of the known and unknown world. Her pilgrimage was set upon her and she would not fail at it. She crossed Kara-Tur, the Endless Steppes, the Dragon Wall, through the Hordelands, and finally through the undead infested lands of Thay. She had crossed many lands, many people, and may creatures set to make a meal of her, but she never wavered in her vigilance. Passing through Thay to Aglorond she was able to charter a ship to Tsurlagol. The city was in ruins. Years of violence left the rubble everywhere. As she walked through the ruined city she felt compelled to follow a certain path. She crested the rise of the temple ruins once known as Noble Hand. As she passed through the rectory she felt something she had not in almost a century, divinity. Falling to her knees she rejoiced in the presence of deity. In her reverie the voice spoke to her once again.
“Return home. Rebuild our numbers. Hold to your Oath. Protect your nation. You are one of but a very few. Stay watchful. Stay vigilant. As you live, I do not die.”
Silence fell across the ruins of the building and it began to fall in upon itself.
Within a few short weeks Silanna returned to Damara and ascertained the greatest threat to the waning and crippled Kingdom. With the aid of a local ranger she was able to localize the general vicinity of one of the threats, Hill Giants in the west, more specifically, a stronghold of Hill Giants near Fort Thorn in the Bloodsworn Vale area.

Silanna Talvir

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