Weilding defensive spells and buffing powers, Telephorus tips the balance in favor of his allies
Telesphorus, level 5
Deva, Cleric (Warpriest)
Domain: Corellon Domain
Occupation – Zealous Slayer (Endurance class skill)
Theme: Knight Hospitaler
STR 12, CON 15, DEX 11, INT 16, WIS 17, CHA 12
AC: 19 Fort: 15 Ref: 16 Will: 16
HP: 47 Surges: 9 Surge Value: 11
Arcana +10, Heal +14, Insight +10, Religion +12
Acrobatics +1, Athletics +2, Bluff +3, Diplomacy +3, Dungeoneering +5, Endurance +3, History +7, Intimidate +3, Nature +5, Perception +5, Stealth +1, Streetwise +3, Thievery +1
Light Shield x1
Short sword x1
Astral symbol of the Holy Nimbus +1 x1
Telesphorus is the name given to the embodied spirit of a halfling named Seamus Silenwall. Many millenia ago, Silenwall was an unskilled scribe commoner, touting himself as a bard. Silenwall travelled from small towns to even smaller villages, working as a scribe for a heartless human tax collector named Hector Ulthidar. While travelling the backroads of Luiren, Ulthidar and Silenwall were approached by a band of cutthroats. Facing impending murder, Ulthidar said he would do anything to spare his life. The cutthroat leader said that if the two of them agreed to a plan to gain the gang entry to a wealthy country estate, their lives would be spared. Silenwall tried to convince Ulthidar the plan was evil but the tax collector forced him to assist, or else Silenwall’s family would be murdered for his actions. The human promised the halfling that no one at the estate would be in danger of loss of life, only loss in coin.
Ulthidar and Silenwall gained entry to the country estate under the guise of tax collectors. While they were conducting their work, the gang of cutthroats entered the house and held the family at the estate at daggerpoint. The family complied but the gang leader felt there was more loot being withheld, so he stabbed the youngest child in the chest in front of a small family shrine to Bahamut. An odd feeling of electricity filled the air in the room as the gang leader walked over to Silenwall with the still dripping dagger. The leader grabbed Silenwall’s hand, placed the uncharacteristically heavy dagger in the halfling’s hand and told the scribe to kill the other child. With the warm blood trickling down his hand, Silenwall swung at the gang leader. At that instant, the door to the estate flew open with ferocity as a massive, glowing, winged figure floated from henchman to henchman, rippping the life from their bodies in a storm of lightning and sword thrusts. The gang leader was the only cutthroat still standing, until a purple flame burst out of his skull, splitting it in half. Without a word, the angelic figure knelt at the limp body of the lifeless child. With a single touch, the wound was closed and breath once again filled the little one’s lungs.
Ulthidar exclaimed “This halfling made a pact with these vile ones and struck that child! See, his hand is covered in blood and he yet holds the very weapon responsible! Let me live and save me from his evil presence!” Suddenly, Ulthidar and the angel disappeared in a ripple of silence. The family rushed to the side of the wounded child, where the mother turned to the halfling and exclaimed “I don’t know what evil magic you conjured, but if you don’t leave now, I will kill you myself!” Silenwall dropped the dagger and ran from the estsate until his legs could carry him no more and he passed out from exhaustion.
A presence he had felt only once before stirred Silenwall back to consciousness. “Your act was noble. Bahamut was watching and knows your thoughts were honorable. Carry his symbol for the remainder of your days, little one.” He placed a symbol of Bahamut in Silenwall’s hands and disappeared as he did before, just as Silenwall exclaimed “Wait!” The angel reappeared just as suddenly as he had gone. “What…what happened to Ulthidar? Where did you take him?” asked the halfling. “One hundred feet into the air, where I released him from my grasp and his evil life.”
After a full but simple life of service to Bahamut, Silenwall died 36 years later. Dying as unremarkably as he lived, very few came to remember Seamus Silenwall. Bahamut, however, remembered the halfling and his selfless action from 36 years before. A body suddenly appeared; a tall, winged body; a glowing body with slender wings; a body filled with the veiled soul of Seamus Silenwall. This body was in the service of Bahamut, free to fulfill justice at it’s own discretion. The deva was now known for millenia as Telesphorus, reincarnated time and again to fulfill the same destiny time and again.
Due to constant reincarnation, Telesphorus is filled with the memories of his simple life as a halfling and the exciting, deadly battles fought in the name of Bahamut as a deva. These memories occasionally creep back into his consciousness, though as he gains more experience he can better control the memories and even recall specific memories to aid him and his allies in encounters.