Magnus Solrain

Male Aasimar - Paladin of Iomedae


Magnus is several inches over six feet tall, and has a very athletic and well-toned muscular build – telling of his training for years at the Temple to Iomedae. His Aasimar blood is noted not only in the slight “glow” or “aura” that surrounds him, but also by the sharp contrast in his black hair and the nearly-ice coloring of his eyes. His usual calm and serene facial expressions and body language are countered by a rather striking scar under his left eye that shows not all has been peaceful in his life.

Race Class Sex HP BAB
Aasimar Paladin Male 12 +1
Height Weight Hair Eyes Age Alignment Deity
6’2 192 1bs Black Ice-blue 20 Lawful Good Iomedae
Ability Scores
Attribute Total Modifier Base Inherent Enhanced Misc
Strength 17 3 17 0 0 0
Dexterity 10 0 10 0 0 0
Constitution 14 2 14 0 0 0
Intelligence 14 2 14 0 0 0
Wisdom 15 2 13 2 0 0
Charisma 17 3 15 2 0 0
Saving Throws
Type Total Class Base Ability Enhance
Fortitude 4 2 2 0
Reflex 0 0 0 0
Will 4 2 2 0
Armor Type: Scale Mail Shield Type: Buckler
Armor Class Total Base Armor Shield Dex Size Dodge Natural Deflect Penalty
AC 16 10 5 1 0 0 0 10 0 0
Touch 10 10 0 0 0 10 0 0
Flat-Foot 16 10 5 1 0 10 0 0
Melee Weapon: Longsword Ranged Weapon: Sling
Attack Type Total Base Attack Bonus Ability Size Enhance Attack Modifiers Damage Crit Weapon Size Damage Type(s)
Melee 4 1 3 0 0 4 1d8 19-20×2 M S
Ranged 1 1 0 0 0 1 1d4 20×2 B
CMB 4 1 3 0
CMD 14 (10)+1 0 3
  • Longsword: 1d8 (19-20/x2)
  • Warhammer: 1d8 (20/x3)
  • Dagger: 1d4 (19-20/x2)
  • Sling: 1d4 (20/x2)
  • Power Attack (-1 To Hit/+2 to Damage)
  • Diplomacy
  • Knowledge: Nobility
  • Knowledge: Religion
  • Perception
  • Sense Motive

Magnus’ birth into this World was met with great joy not only to his family, but to the entire population of the town of Theraeden where it occurred. His parents, Dara and Imrahil, were deemed to have been blessed with what appeared to be a child that held the remnants of a Celestial blood within him. His elder brother Valandil was proud to talk about his new sibling. This was a time in the World where those of the “Aasimar” blood had become more common; though it was not so in Theraeden. It had never occurred there. It was because of the rarity of this occurrence that they truly believed their town – and the Solrain family as well – to be truly blessed. This event had not gone unheard of in the larger cities in the region either; a summons came from Caer Lightmoor proclaiming that the Solrain family was to be elevated to Nobility – a minor one with minimal power – and that the child, Magnus, was to be schooled and trained at the Temple to Iomedae there.

This opportunity was great for all of the Solrain family. Imrahil had been a swordsmith who had grown weary of making tools for War. Dara had been a teacher who would now be able to impact more youth. Valandil was a boy whose ego had blossomed with all the newly found attention, and the thought of all the marvels he would experience in Caer Lightmoor made his eyes shine even brighter.

As the years went by life changed only slightly for Magnus and his family. Magnus was being schooled by some of the greatest minds in the region on every topic imaginable, and living at the Temple allowed him to train under the Paladins of Iomedae when they were present. Though he did not desire the constant travel they all endured, his brother Valandil did – proclaiming he one day would join them. His father was now only making swords as a hobby, and had turned his attention to the teachings of the Priests there as they spoke of changing the World through diplomacy first. Dara was firmly entrenched as a teacher to the other youth at the Temple. Life was good, and peaceful – but change would come.

Magnus’ heritage had continued to draw attention as he grew – unwanted by him at this stage in his life as he had endured it for 12 years, and it began to wear on his elder brother as well. As Valandil’s 12th birthday had come and gone some 6 years prior he had not been called to serve the Sword-Lady as a Holy Knight as he had hoped and dreamed of as a child. As Magnus’ birthday drew near it had already been announced he had an audience with the First Sword Knight of Iomedae. They both knew what would come of it, and while around one another they both feigned excitement underneath they both felt dread for what it meant.

They continued to have distance grow between them as Magnus was now separately being tutored and trained, their parents aware but unsure of how to repair the damage. Magnus’ path to becoming a Paladin was set. He was becoming well-known for how well trained in both combat (many thanks to being raised around swords), and for his skill in diplomatic matters. The more renowned in Caer Lightmoor he became, the more empty his relationship with his brother became – though Valandil tried not to show it, Magnus’ eye for reading people also had been well-trained.

As Magnus’ 18th birthday and full-entry into the ranks as a Sword Knight of Iomedae drew near, feelings that had been hidden away for years were fully forced into the open…

Journal of Magnus Solrain

Milady Iomedae, please help me.. I am not sure I can become the servant and knight thou wishes me to be. I speak not solely from a humble perspective, but from one of confusion and pain. As my day to be called and my mission in Thy name draws near my foundation has been shook by the one I had hoped was still closest to me, my dear brother Valandil. I had seem him go through the hurt of not being chosen to this same path years ago, but never knew how deeply my calling had cut him until tonight. I sought him out to seek his guidance – if this was truly where I should be and what I should be doing, if I was capable, and if he felt I was ready. His reaction was.. truly surprising. He gave me his reassurance and his approval, he stated he was proud of me.. but the words he spoke and the emotion behind them did not match. As I voiced further concern he snapped. He became critical of how he would not have had doubts had he been in my position… how weak I was, how everything I had was given to me and had not been earned. It stings still to put these words to paper. Val was my motivation to become the best out of those I trained with – I wanted only to show him that I could live up to his example, and I fear I have failed.

I pray for Thy forgiveness as I feel his heart is moving in another direction, Milady. I reached for his arm as he turned to leave in disgust at that moment. He struck me hard again – physically this time, the cut still red and fresh under my eye. And all I could do was stand there, stunned. I have not seen him since that exchange, and the image of his head shaking in disapproval of me before he finally left will haunt me forever..

Tragedy struck the Solrain family further the day following Valandil’s disappearance. An attack of betrayal occurred from within the Temple with no knowledge of who, or why it happened still to this day. While the damage was minimal in regards to the size of the attack and the resulting loss of life and damage to the Temple grounds it dealt a heavy blow to Magnus and his father. Dara had not been killed, but she and several other Priestesses and teachers had been poisoned – though for all the healing powers that lay within their grasp none could be cured. It was the night before Magnus’ 18th birthday, and his desire to be called to serve elsewhere in the World could not have been less.

Two more years have passed since Magnus accepted his place as a Sword Knight to Iomedae, and began his time as a fully trained Paladin. His father, Imrahil, has stayed at the Temple in Caer Lightmoor to watch over his still bed-ridden mother, Dara, as the Priests and Priestesses there still search to find a way to cure her and the others. His enlistment into the army of the Valdarian Empire came as the Temple was “persuaded” to offer the services of its Holy Knights in the ongoing Campaign for expansion. While his confidence in his own abilities is still growing, his inward reluctance to serve Iomedae to the fullest has been replaced by his outward reluctance to fully give himself over to the Empire’s wishes. His motivation to find whatever evil brought the sickness that afflicts his Mother drives him still; as well as the hope that his brother Val is not tied to it, and instead could be explained as the culprit that destroyed his faith in Magnus as well.

He carries with him his Mother’s holy symbol – a necklace carrying a silver-winged sword at it’s end as a reminder of this. His father symbolically sending him with the hilt of a broken sword as a sign that violence is not always the right choice; though Magnus may not always agree. He has allowed the influences of the mortal life of Ragathiel, a minor Empyreal Lord that serves Iomedae, and his previous title as the “Hand of Vengeance” to guide the fire in his heart as he seeks out those who wronged his family years ago.

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