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Ash and Oath
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Birth Beneath Ash
You were born in Djerad Thymar, where black ash fell like snow from the Smoking Mountains the city was carved into. The law there was older than memory, carved into stone and scale.
You were a knight of the Platinum Cadre, sworn to the Dragon God Bahamut’s justice.
Order & Righteousness.
Duty before self.
You grew up in a time of war, idolizing the brave soldiers who, through great effort and grand battles, defended your homelands valorantly. It is no wonder you wanted to be brave. To be a paladin of a righteous order.
The Oath You Swore
You will never forget the day you took your oath.
I swear my strength to the innocent,
my breath to the law that binds us.
Where tyranny rises, I will oppose it.
Where the weak are threatened, I will stand.
By City. By Clan.
By the Platinum Dragon.
My Oath Unbroken.
my breath to the law that binds us.
Where tyranny rises, I will oppose it.
Where the weak are threatened, I will stand.
By City. By Clan.
By the Platinum Dragon.
My Oath Unbroken.
The Northern Watch
It was not long before you were assigned northward to the walls of Djerad Kethendi, the only port city in your nation of Tymanther.
Many days you stood watch upon the basalt walls. As the salty sea breeze bristled across your scales, you saluted the Great Protector as it passed.
The Great Protector was a mighty dragon turtle. Massive and majestic, it rose from the deep, its ancient shell breaking the waves like a living fortress.
Under the turtle’s watchful eyes, many Untherite fleets burned and sank before ever touching shore during the war that raged while you were still a boy.
All was well for a time...
Then the paladins came.
The Betrayal
They bore the scales and balance of Tyr upon their plate armor. Their oaths rang true. Their words matched your own.
They spoke of corruption hiding in plain sight, of laws older than dragons that needed correction. They claimed the dragon turtle’s bond to the city and its waters had become flawed, polluted over time.
They said they could cleanse it.
Rebind it.
Infuse it with "justice".
Rebind it.
Infuse it with "justice".
You helped guard the ritual.
You stood your post while they traced sigils you did not recognize. While they spoke Tyr’s prayers with perfect cadence. While something vast and patient listened from far below the waves.
The Fall of Djerad Kethendi
That night, the sea went silent.
The dragon turtle did not answer the horns. It did not rise when Unther’s ships appeared on the horizon. The first fire struck the harbor before the alarm bells finished ringing.
The paladins had betrayed you all. Devils wearing holy symbols.
It was over in a single night. Gates that could have resisted the toughest sieges were opened from within by infernal forces.
Djerad Kethendi burned.
You watched your brothers and sisters flee in terror beneath banners of justice. You saw Bahamut’s temples shattered, his relics carried away as trophies.
In the ash-choked aftermath, you lay bleeding and broken, but not dead.
A mistake on their part...
The New Oath
In the ruins of your city, you swore a new oath.
Not to protect.
Not to redeem.
But to punish.
Not to redeem.
But to punish.
You swore an Oath of Vengeance to the sky.
And the sky answered back.
The Hunt
Now you hunt those paladins who still walk the world wearing stolen righteousness.
You follow whispers, broken contracts, and scorched shrines across Faerûn. Every trail leads back to the same lie.
Your latest lead places them in Melvaunt.
You do not seek justice.
You seek a reckoning.
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by 3 Armored Kittens · Prodromos v.1.1 - World Anvil 0.9.15.045 © 2017-2025 [en] | Anvil Time: 10:57, Jan 12 2026