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Theobald Clayhollow

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Bio
AliasesTheobald,Theo
Racehuman
Gendermale
Ageold
Alignment
Backgroundcleric
LocationEffil
FactionSeven Up…

Known for: A devout cleric of Aisef

Description

Class: Cleric

Subclass: Life Domain

Backstory

Theobald hailed from Yelkor, a town on the outskirts of Curkip. His beloved parents, Theo and Rhela Clayhollow, owned a family business selling mostly pots, bowls, and cups. Their clay business gave Theobald and his older brother, Theodore Clayhollow, a fairly decent living. In his younger years, Theobald used to work with his father and brother as traveling merchants. Theodore was always in charge of helming the caravan, while Theobald preached their wares to the people.

Theobald is an optimistic, delightful, wholesome, elderly human cleric that resides in Effil. All his life, he is an acolyte to Aiseff, the Goddess of Healing. He used to preach the words of Aisef from the Temple of Aisef in Effil for a long time; that is, until he decided to volunteer in the Effil Orphanage as a Lifetender. A preacher first, and a healer second, Theobald uses his divine gifts to heal the sick orphans in his care. “To acquire a body that is healthy, and a soul that is pure ”, that is what he tells the children. When he is not healing, he likes to share stories to the kids. He always tells the stories of Aisef and her way of life to the kids before bedtime. As time went by, his stories became repetitive. One time, a little girl in her pajamas, bored and fed up with the never-ending stories of Aisef goes to him and asks:

“Grandpa Theo, do you have any other stories other than the Everhealing Goddess? Maybe something that you did yourself?”

The family business made significant profits selling claywares to the surrounding towns; this obligated the two brothers to travel around Kippian more, sometimes without their father. One day, as the two were traveling through a forest south of Yorvengarde Mountains, they encountered a pack of hungry dire wolves along the path, eyeing the horse Theodore Clayhollow was riding. Before they could react, the wolves started to pounce. The horse fell and so did Theodore. The caravan was shaken and Theobald was incapable of doing anything. The wolves did not see Theodore as food, but rather as a threat, so the half ganged on him while the other half tore the poor horse. They ripped Theodore’s right leg and arm, carrying the latter as some sort of a trophy.

Theobald, who stayed inside the caravan the whole time, was not a pious man before. But given the situation, he closed his eyes and prayed, out of desperation, to the unknown. He intended for his brother to be relieved from the pain so he prayed to those who could hear his plea.

A female voice echoed through the air:

Theobald, son of Theo, worry not, for I hear you.”

After hearing the faint echoes of that eerily familiar voice, he realized that he was clutching a pendant with a curious symbol. He held it firmly and it began to glow faintly. A divine energy emanating from the necklace seemed to traverse to his hand. Theobald raised his hand, and a bright light burst from it, scaring the wolves away. He then placed his hand on Theodore’s wounds, and they sealed almost instantly.

Theobald carried Theodore and headed back to Yelkor. Theo and Rhela Clayhollow immediately tended to Theodore, who was unconscious half the time. Tired from the journey, Theobald slept on his bed. As Theobald was deep in his sleep, a vision from the goddess Aisef occurred to him. In that instant, he awoke. He packed up his things and prepared himself for his journey. His parents, still half asleep, noticed him gathering his things.

“Father, I finally know my purpose. I am going to Effil to preach Aisef. Aisef needs me. Mother, please take care of my brother, and tell him that Aisef relieved him from his pain, not me. I may be gone for a long time, but I will try to visit when I get the chance. Thank you for everything.”

He headed to Effil and served Aisef for the rest of his life. For the next 40 years, he preached the words of Aisef, performed her sacred rites, healed the sick and injured, and made offerings. That was until an orphanage was built not far from the Temple of Aisef. He took this opportunity to gain more worshippers by preaching words of Aisef to the little kids at the orphanage.

As his responsibilities in the orphanage increased, Theobald eventually decided to reside there permanently. Those who were wounded or sick go to the orphanage from time to time to request divine healing from Theobald, and he happily obliged. The kids witnessed all these divine miracles, which brought them closer to Theobald and to his goddess.

Theobald was happy with his life at the orphanage. He was content with what he had.

The little girl, still not sleepy, was eagerly waiting for his Grandpa Theo to tell another story. Theobald, while thinking of other stories he can share with her, said:

*“Have I already told you how I met the Everhealing Godde—?”

“Yes! All the time!” The little girl interjected. “Grandpa Theo, do you have other awesome adventures that you did yourself?”

Theobald, who was a devotee of Aisef for most of his life replied:

“I haven’t been on an adventure before. But tell you what, if you brush your teeth now and go to bed early, I promise to tell you the most epic story of your life. I’m not sure when, but you will be the first one to hear!”

A little later, Theobald left for Curkip, searching for an adventure. What ordeals he will confront, he does not know: all he knows is that his goddess Aisef will always be with him.

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