|Location:||Vela'tohr Valley (Ranik Map 131)|
Vecuto the Guildleader is a short and stout elder Dwarf dressed in worn leather armor and a simple green cloak. His red wavy hair and beard outline his weathered face and cold blue eyes. He carries a quarter-staff in one hand, and in the other a strand of prayer beads. He is a commanding presence who is often expressionless yet he is always eager to greet any Cleric or visitor who makes the pilgrimage to this far off guildhall.
You see Guildleader Vecuto, a Dwarven Cleric.
A bright aura of holy energy emanates from Vecuto, standing tall and shining with a powerful inner fortitude.
Vecuto has milky blue eyes. His white-streaked red hair is long and wavy, and is worn loose. He has weathered skin.
He is slightly under average height for a Dwarf.
He is in his prime for a Dwarf.
He has a thick bushy mustache that droops heavily on his upper lip and a thick beard twisted into three long braids.
A brilliant orb of rippling cerulean light hovers like a will-o-wisp, following him diligently.
He is in good shape.
He is holding a banded acanth quarterstaff in his right hand.
He is wearing a simple green cloak, some dark crimson battle leathers branded with a golden raccoon, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a brown leather satchel, some padded leather gloves, some brightly polished animite prayer beads and a pair of faded black leather boots with loose soles.
Temple: Vecuto regards you with a pleased air. "The Temple of the North Wind has stood as long as anyone can remember. Monks representing every city in the realm travel here to worship and offer gifts unto Asketi to persuade her to forget their homeland when Midwinter's Eve rolls around. Often times these monks feel compelled to make the temple their permanent home, sacrificing self-happiness for their people. The monks comprise a conglomerate of all races and ideals, from Halfling to 'Tog, mirthful to somber, generous to merciless."
Cemetary: Vecuto replies, "Our dead rest in the catacombs of the Temple of the North Wind, where Asketian guardians -- both mortal and otherwise -- keep watch."
Devotion: Vecuto's face becomes alight with ardor for his vocation as he begins to explain, "The term Devotion as we call it among our order is a personal measure of how dedicated you are to your gods and, in kind, how favorably They regard you. It is essentially what allows us to be the primary conduit between the gods and the mortals. Learn the myriad sacred rituals and weave them into your very life, Cleric.
A Cleric who is pure of spirit has the ability to invoke the power and wisdom of the gods through Devotion, but as Clerics are mere mortals, all power must be absorbed and channeled through us. Being that we ourselves are imperfect, much of the divinity is repelled and lost before the Cleric can even use it. Never forget the simple fact that mortals are mortals, and gods are gods.
On the other hand, if you engage in practices which the gods themselves have forbidden -- such as graverobbing, necromancy or otherwise aiding the undead --, you will find the divine deaf to your pleas, and even your own magic will wilt without the lifeblood that is faith. To be rid of this profane state and become ritually Clean once again, a Cleric must employ the more dedicated rituals."
Necromancy: Vecuto's face grows dour, eyes flickering with indignation. "All, all Immortals despise that foul magic, Cleric, even the darkest. Its products -- the undead -- are mockeries of the divine's creations and corrupt the cycle of Life and Death. Necromantic taint festers deep in the soul, which brings utter spiritual ruination sooner or later. As a holy servant of the gods, you must be especially careful to remain pure in the face of such evil, lest you become unclean and unworthy in Their eyes."
- Patron deity is Zachriedek.