Remiel

I'm just realizing now that Remi is an interesting contrast (albeit not quite a foil) to Urielle:

Remiel could have had a lovely childhood, her parents were present and their family business well off. Both of her parents were respected undertakers that prominent lineages of Neverwinter relied on. Naught is amiss except for her usual but beautiful lavender eyes and the dreams that plague her. Well the dreams don’t actually bother her, for she always feels such warmth and tenderness from them. But it’s the content of these dreams, always featuring an elf with dark purple hair and molten gold eyes. Hundreds of different dreams where she adventures with this elf: bantering for amusement, sharing a drink in taverns, battling side by side, listening to tales by the campfires, and most of all just gazing fondly at her companion. For these dreams feel so immediate must be memories of a lived experience, her own lived experience.

But that’s preposterous for she was a child of barely 6 summers when these dreams started. She has rarely ventured out of her own home let alone go on adventures beyond her city. And as a child with loving parents do, she confides in them each time she has these dreams, sometimes even confusing them for reality. This obviously caused great alarm for Remiel’s parents, for it happens almost every night. They soon sought help to rid Remiel of her dreams, although discreetly as they had a reputation to maintain for the sake of business. Magical items were brought, expert spellcasters were invited, clerics of many domains were petitioned, all to no avail.

This whole process also drove a wedge between Remiel and her parents. For she didn’t want these dreams to stop, only to understand why she is having them, and most importantly, how to find this elf for she is absolutely certain that she must do so. Her parents, exasperated at both the unwillingness of their daughter and lack of results of their efforts, started retreat into their work. This left Remiel plenty of time to take things into her own hands, studying all sorts of magic and divinity that the hired spellcasters and clerics performed. It’s through this that she came across Kelemvor, Lord of the Dead, and felt an instinctive call towards his domain of death and the crucial role it will play once she finds her elf.

Excited that she finally has a lead, albeit a completely baseless one, Remiel appealed to her parents to let her leave home to become a cleric at Kelemvor's temple in Ormpetarr. Her parents mistook this enthusiasm as Remiel finally becoming grounded in reality and wanting to follow in their footsteps of honoring death. They eagerly agreed and sent the now 13 summers Remiel off across Faerun with hopes that she returns a level-headed mortarch to take over the family business. Remiel would indeed return to Sword Coast North after a long journey across the continents, but her destination would turn out to be a small village ruin to the southeast where she would finally find whom she searches for.

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Saving her epilogue for another time because it involves a character whose name I have yet to decide. I'm still surprised I wrote and edited all of these (one more character and others) in anxiety fueled sleeplessness. Some parts are quite cliche and obviously stolen plot points, but I'm happy with the web of stories that I've manage to weave. Maybe some other time I'll find the inspiration to write some more.