Braennora

Braennora is an old dwarf (100!) and she’s already had a long and eventful life- but don’t worry, she has plenty of spunk and adventure left in her! She’s a cleric, well versed in magic, though she doesn’t tend to cast spells frivolously.

Braennora worships and serves the Dwarven god of creation and knowledge: Moradin. She was raised by her Dwarven parents in a mountain monastery of sorts, where her parents trained other Moradinic clerics in the faith and magical arts, and even welcomed pilgrims from other Races and Classes who desired to follow Moradin. For this reason, Braennora met and got to know many diverse beings, and acquired knowledge of wide ranging cultures, languages, and spells.

In her youth, Braennora was quite ascetic in her faith- she studied Moradinism devoutly, and planned to take over for her parents as the head of the monastery.

Things changed when Braennora was about 75. She was visiting nearby villages handing out tonics and curing minor ills of the villagers. When she arrived back home, she found the monastery razed to the ground- it was clear that a dragon had paid them a visit, leaving not a single resident alive.

Braennora was consumed by grief, and  unsure of who to blame for this horrible tragedy. Had someone orchestrated this tragedy? Why? Without home or family, she set off on the road, drifting from town to town without the sense of purpose that had previously defined her.

Our group of adventurers found her years later, when she’s more settled into her new role as a wandering cleric. She is still a believer in Moradin, but her traumatic past has caused her faith in her god’s plan for her life to be less than absolute. Braennora still fosters a secret dream that she will solve the mystery of what happened to her family and her sanctuary in the mountains.