Asbjorn

User: Primous
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Role: Other
Class/Level: Cleric/3
Background:
Feature: Wanderer

You have an excellent memory for maps and geography, and you can always recall the general layout of terrain, settlements, and other features around you. In addition, you can find food and fresh water for yourself and up to five other people each day, provided that the land offers berries, small game, water, and so forth.

Asbjorn is from a nomadic Dwarf tribe. The tribe fled Unther after Ozirkotep's lawful order was corrupted. Asbjorn was taught an ancient technique of beer brewing that uses mountain grasses and berry's. His tribe has always told the tale of a far away mountain that grow's a special grass capable of producing a legendary beer with the ability to cure any illness. Asbjorn's tribe has a rare contagious disease that is slowly (takes decades) kills, and his abilities as a cleric can not heal. The illness comes from a poison laced keg that was drank by most of the tribe during High harvest tide. Thus he now travels the land in search of this infamous wheat to produce the beer of legend. As Asbjorn lay dying on the cave floor he received a vision from his god: Gray emptiness. He is present, but there is little else he knows. He feels nothing. He hears nothing. He sees without looking, motionless. If he has ever been elsewhere, he cannot remember; if he has ever had a name, he does not recall. He simply is, and that is all. Now she is present also. (Has she always been there?) She does not belong here the way he does; that much is certain — the epitome of pure beauty in a feminine form, draped in a diaphanous gown, body and hair aglow from an inner light, color to pierce the eternal gray. He has no memory of the idea of beauty, nor of femininity, nor of color, but now he understands. "Vemu" He knows it is a greeting, but he does not know how he knows. The word is not his own. "I have been sent to you, Asbjorn, from the court of Ozrikotep. You have died in faithful service to your god, and I have come to escort you to the beer gardens of Stovokor." He understands all her words, and he knows that she speaks the truth. "However, in life you had been chosen to be a part of your group of friends for a divine purpose. Someone on the plane of your creation is delving in deep magic, which has come to the attention of the gods. They will that this being must be stopped. The one you know as ‘the black spider’ is a lieutenant for this being. ” "I have been granted the authority to offer you a choice. This is a choice not often given to a mortal from your plane, such is the concern of the gods in this matter. If you accept, you will be sent back to finish the task that your small group of mortals has been assigned. "Will you accept this task?" --Asbjorn accepted this task from God--
Details:
Sloppy Joe's Brew Recipe: yeast from the bottom of a tavern ale, wild strawberries, 1 healing potion, and common ale grains. When brewing the beer i channel divine energy which speeds fermentation up making it only take 3 long rests to full ferment and carbonate


Sildar approaches you privately while you are celebrating and says, “you fought bravely, and with honor. You should consider joining the Lord’s Alliance!”

The Lord's alliance sounds very much aligned with my beliefs and I do not know many friends outside my tribe. Joining this alliance could provide me with the needed information network I need to help my family, while in turn I can be helpful to others. That does it sign me up Slidar.

--Slidar bestows Asbjorn the emblem of the lords alliance and a the title of CLOAK--