Austell Moon

You see your radiant blonde hair and smile.

You are Austell Moon, third daughter of the Lord and Lady Moon and you are a Priestess to the Goddess Azariel, the Goddess of light and justice.

From the age of nine, when you witnessed a robbery in the city, you aspired to bring justice to world. Your parents helped you channel your ambition by paying for you to train with the priestesses of Azariel.

The training was intense, but you mastered it all and became favored by the Goddess. The twenty pound mace that jangles from your waist isn’t just for show.

You are ready to banish monsters from this world. With that thought you step inside the Guild.

In one corner you see a pair of young half Orcs. They are green skinned with tusks and rows of yellowed teeth. They wear black to hide how filthy they are. You find them repulsive.

You figure they must be from a nearby garrison, as they are talking about needing more tents for their commander, a Captain Bungo.

They keep repeating how they need teepees for their Bungo, and snickering. You avoid them.

The back right corner looks more promising. A middle aged brown haired woman wearing silver robes is discussing a contract with a muscular man and wiry eighteen year old red head in leather armor. You saunter up.

“Hello, my name is Austell. I’m looking to join a group of adventurers.”

The woman in robes looks up. “Get lost. We don’t need another hapless freeloader.”

“Freeloader?! I’ll have you know I’m a priestess of Azariel, Goddess of light and justice.”

“Blah, blah, blah. So what?”

“I have been waiting for an opportunity to smite evil all my life.”

“Go smite somewhere else, little girl.”

“Little girl! I can destroy undead, provide light without a torch, heal the wounded…”

“Heal the wounded? Why didn’t you lead with that? We could stand a healer. Our last one got eaten by…well long story. Would you like to join us? We intend to clear out the Caves of Stench. There is a lucrative contract and we get to keep anything we find.”