High Priest Aldomar Sunweald

Class Cleric 16 Race Human (Weohstan) Background Acolyte Alignment Lawful Good
Age: 61 Gender: Male Height: 5ft 11in Eyes: Amber Hair: Silver-white, worn short; was gold in his youth
PDF
10
Armor Class
1
Hit Points
30 ft
Speed
+0
Initiative
+2
Prof. Bonus
10
Passive Perception
Str 10 +0
Dex 10 +0
Con 10 +0
Int 10 +0
Wis 10 +0
Cha 10 +0

Saving Throws

  • +2 Strength
  • +2 Dexterity
  • +2 Constitution
  • +2 Intelligence
  • +2 Wisdom
  • +2 Charisma

Skills

  • +0 Acrobatics (DEX)
  • +0 Animal Handling (WIS)
  • +0 Arcana (INT)
  • +0 Athletics (STR)
  • +0 Deception (CHA)
  • +0 History (INT)
  • +0 Insight (WIS)
  • +0 Intimidation (CHA)
  • +0 Investigation (INT)
  • +0 Medicine (WIS)
  • +0 Nature (INT)
  • +0 Perception (WIS)
  • +0 Performance (CHA)
  • +0 Persuasion (CHA)
  • +0 Religion (INT)
  • +0 Sleight of Hand (DEX)
  • +0 Stealth (DEX)
  • +0 Survival (WIS)

Personality

Personality Traits

Direct, warm, pastorally skilled. Currently discovering none of those skills are adequate to what he is holding.

Ideals

The light of Solgarde is the light of truth -- a belief now strained past anything he was prepared for.

Bonds

Solgarde, the Temple, and Caernguard. His loyalty to the god is total. His loyalty to the Temple is why he has told no one.

Flaws

He will not break confidence with a god. The players must give him a reason to reframe disclosure as faithfulness rather than betrayal.

Languages & Proficiencies

Languages: Common, Celestial, Elvish
Distinguishing Features: A man built for certainty carrying something that is destroying that certainty from the inside.

Backstory

Aldomar Sunweald has served the Temple of Solgarde in Caernguard for forty-one years, the last eleven as High Priest. He was confirmed by Solgarde directly in a vision witnessed by three senior clerics -- unusual enough that no one in the Temple hierarchy has ever questioned the appointment.

He is a genuinely good man. He has done the work of a senior cleric in a major city for four decades: the funerals and the weddings, the quiet conversations with the powerful about their obligations, the less quiet conversations with the desperate about what the god actually asks of them. He is trusted by people across Caernguard's factional lines in a way that is rare and earned.

He is also, to anyone paying close attention, carrying something. There is a quality of strain around his eyes and jaw that his warmth does not fully conceal. He prays more than he used to. He is precise and careful in conversation in a way that suggests a man measuring his words against something he is not saying. Whatever it is, he has been carrying it for some time.