Brother Chaplain

And with the paladins, from the Hall of Champions journeyed out a chaplain. This fellow is minimally kitbashed with a few parts from the GK terminator box. C+C welcome.

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Tyr’alam’s name, like all of ours, was the inverse pseudonym of a malign empyrean entity, a daemon. His was set apart from the rest, however, in that it belonged to his former twin brother, Maltuir. This knowledge alone was unique for its linkage to his former life. He often recounted the harrowing stories of his quest to find and banish his old sibling. To learn such a horrible thing, the sole kernel of truth regarding one’s past, must’ve been a great burden to overcome. I have never doubted the sternness or wisdom of my companions, but this detail certainly conveyed upon Tyr’alam a gravity of spirit and empathy that well-befitted him as our company’s chaplain.

Often did he draw us together in times of uncertainty, reciting litanies, psalms, and other holy verses without ever the need for script or page. Upon his truesilver carapace he had mounted the relic shield of Kumtheriad the Pensive, an erudite paladin of a past age, whose notable deeds included the salvation of the Hymnal of Azure. This was the one volume I saw the chaplain read upon a daily basis. He insisted that only with great practice could a reader hope to interpret its many stories and proverbs. Cyseilam was one of Tyr’alam’s close friends, and joked often about the strange mechanism by which the book reorganized its contents each time it was opened. He said to me once, “That is a book with neither sequence nor sanity, like the true names of unspoken haunts, or a pedigree of the never-born. Thus are its words our very birthright, deserved or not.”