Eostre

Description

I am Eostre, and I was once a chosen instrument of justice.

Who I Am

I’m an aasimar with silver-white hair and pale gray eyes that people say can see through deception. My celestial heritage once marked me as blessed, though shadows cling to me now as much as any divine radiance ever did. I carry myself like the soldier I was trained to be—alert, ready, professional.

My Story

I was a sworn protector assigned by the Church of Tyr to serve Lord Dagult Neverember. For years, I believed I was placed at his side as a holy blade in the hands of a noble ruler. I was wrong.

The mask of nobility cracked, and the corruption beneath was laid bare. When I dared to speak the truth about Dagult’s crimes, I was cast out. The Church denounced me as a traitor. My divine light—the radiance I had carried since birth—curdled into shadow.

I lost everything: my order, my purpose, my connection to the divine. But in that loss, I found something else. A grim resolve. Justice would no longer be served through blind loyalty. It would be served through retribution.

Why I’m Here

I came to Waterdeep following whispers of the Neverember legacy’s continued influence. Dagult’s son, Renaer, still walks these streets. I needed to know—does the corruption run in the blood? Is he like his father, or is there one Neverember worth saving?

I found my answer. Renaer is nothing like Dagult. Through him and the companions I’ve found at Trollskull Manor, I’ve discovered that justice doesn’t require divine sanction. It requires courage, conviction, and good people standing together against corruption.

What Drives Me

I speak bluntly about injustice. I’ve learned that polite words accomplish nothing against entrenched power. My military discipline remains, even without divine purpose to guide it. I still perform drills when I’m thinking, still carry myself like a champion—because that’s who I am, fallen or not.

I’m suspicious of anyone who claims to serve a higher purpose now. I’ve seen how easily such claims can mask corruption. But I’ve also learned that genuine purpose can be found among mortals who simply choose to do what’s right.

Some say I’m dramatic—I do have a tendency to burst through doors at crucial moments. But when corruption needs exposing and justice needs serving, I find that dramatic entrances make quite the statement.