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these are the people i play (and sometimes run) at the table. "roll for heart." — jean, probably
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these are the people i play (and sometimes run) at the table. "roll for heart." — jean, probably
A young noble, corrupted by the maladies found in the jungles of Chult.
Impatient. Inventive.
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
Greatest, at any cost.
Bloodlust.
Orphaned at birth.
details coming soon. ✦
details coming soon. ✦
details coming soon. ✦
Dumb as hell!
Giles was born in Warren Hollow, a remote Harengon hamlet nestled in the glades of the Feywild. He is the youngest of seven, and his family owned and operated a small carrot farm, barely producing more than what was necessary to feed their herd. During his youth, Giles’ curious and daring nature led him out from his village to serve as a familiar for various witches and wizards across the Prime Material planes.
During his adventures together across the Feywild and parallel planes, Giles studied in the arcane arts, specializing in the school of Divination.
His familiar contracts now long expired, Giles returned to the Feywild to serve Eberon, the Green King, using his arcane sight for the advances of the Summer Court. As a Feywild guide, Giles has remained a steadfast steward of the various wandering fey crossings, magical gateways that connect the Feywild to the Material Plane and other realms.
His responsibilities, appointed to him by the Green King, include monitoring these fey crossings, ensuring their stability, and guiding those who traverse them. He maintains the balance between the worlds, keeping a watchful eye for invaders and those who seek to control or distort the Fey realms.
During his adventures with the Friends of the Lady, Giles tapped into his deep-rooted Celestial heritage, which conferred his transformation into an Aasimar.
Tricky.
I was elevated to heights I could never otherwise attain, and I won’t waste my fortune. (Star, Sun)
I fight for those who cannot fight for themselves.
I think far ahead, a detachedness often mistaken for daydreaming.
