Orvyn SIlvershaper is a somber and particularly serious Gnome. He’s a cleric of Istus, the goddess of fate.
When he was about 25 he decided he would leave his uncle’s home with his faithful pony, Ammolite (‘Amy’) and seek knowledge in the world. He’s been traveling alone for about half a year now, living rough and foraging, and seeking the works of Istus wherever he goes.
In this nearly six months of travelling, Orvyn’s focus and prayers to Istus have taken him east, where he dreams of a rushing river flowing north. Last night he found just such a river, and camped for the night. The morning light, though grey, revealed that in the distance upstream, there are signs of a settlement.
After the morning breakfast, ablutions, and prayers to Istus, Orvyn and Amy decide that perhaps his dreams were gifts from Istus, and his fate awaits to the north…
An old, unused dirt path along the river widens as it nears the settlement. The settlement appears to be merely ruins. Riding closer, Amy snorts unusually. She smells something foul. A distant guttural yell in an unknown language and a dog’s howl were heard directly ahead, at what must be the edge of the ruins to the north.
It is from these moments that Istus weaves a more intricate pattern into his destiny…
