Black and White Wings
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Zelaina Thorm-daughter of the Selûnite cleric Isobel Thorm, and a woman named Aylin. After her birth parents were murdered by Sharran's-Selûne's dark celestial sister's acolytes-a mysterious woman saved her and took her to two Selûnites, who adopted and raised her as their own. When she came of age, however, and began to question her perfect health-how she never fell ill. And how her wounds would heal in a manner of minutes, she asked her adoptive parents who her birth parents were. Learning of her heritage and connection to Selûne due to her mother Isobel Thorm and of both her mother's murders, she became a paladin cleric of Selûne. Her oath-vengeance. As she journeyed to Baldur's Gate on her quest of finding and killing Ketheric Thorm-her own grandfather-bringing him to justice for the murder of her parents. Until she was abducted by the mind flayers that attacked the gate...
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