Returning Home
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Post-campaign Pathfider 1e story
After avenging her kidnapping and inslavement while saving the world from a widely-hidden threat. An Ifirt Paladin looks to return back to her church to regain some normalcy. After the last year of chasing down her enslaver into the heart of forsaken and cursed lands, she watched her younger brother take his life to kill the man she swore to kill with her blade. As the thousands of flames danced out of existence she felt her face pale, the rage of the inner ifirt fire fading, just as her little brother's extinguished. Picking up the flaming staff he swore to protect from the wrong hands, she takes on a new vow, don't let her brothers death be in vain and carry on his life promise, protecting the Staff of the Eternal Flame until they fixed what had been done. But after this was fixed, what would she do now that her job is done?
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