The history of Eiris Flamespeaker
Dwarves living mainly outside of Dwarven society are known as Wanderers. The Hill Dwarf later to be known as Eiris Flamespeaker was born into a family that fit this “title” well. Travelling the south of the Sword Coast and even Calimshan, they were offering their smithing services to everyone who could pay. The quality of their Dwarven steel was well appreciated and they were not above doing simple repair services for common house hold goods either. p. Through hard work and far travels, they made a decent living, had a good reputation everywhere they came and saw many new places. Life was good for a young Dwarf with the talents of his heritage and nothing indicated that he would take another path than joining the family business.p. Things started to take a different turn when one day in Calimport the family had their camp on the market near a missionary. Clad in gowns embroidered with flames, the fiery look was matched by his words and the young Dwarf found himself enthralled by the tale of Kossuth, The Lord of Flames. An Elemental Being with power so pure that the gods shrivel in fear. A deity that was nowhere to be seen on Faerûn when the gods were forced to walk Toril! p. His dogma as well appealed to the impressionable youth. Fire is purification. Through more and more hard and dangerous work, a being can be cleansed of his sins and become the embodiment of the clean flame that burns eternal. Power and Wealth attained by pure souls is a symbol of the glory of Kossuth on this material plane. p. It all made sense to the future Flamespeaker, yet most people passing by seemed to ignore the speaker, look at him sceptically or even call out to him to get lost. The Dwarf did not have the historic knowledge to understand why this was happening and he didn’t pay too much attention to it. His family didn’t seem to mind the gospel and that only made sense. Was it not the fire of Kossuth that fuelled the heat of the forge? For the next couple of days, they would hear the missionary pray and spread his wisdom and when it was time to travel to the next port of call, one Dwarf had decided to stay behind. The decision was accepted if not welcomed and the family left on good terms.p. The young dwarf was brought to an elaborate temple on the outskirts of Calimport. In the shape of a massive ziggurat it was housing dozens of members of the church. The church was led by an Eternal Flame (as the High Priests leading temples are called) who oversaw both an order of the Tendrils, who oversee church business and services and the Burning Braziers, the missionaries and adventurers. Of the three monastic orders, one was present, the Brothers and Sisters of the Pure Flame. p. After a simple welcome, the Dwarf was stripped of everything he had, in accordance to the laws of the church: His gold, his clothes, his hair and even his name. Naked and without water he was sent out into the desert at high sun, not to return before the next high sun. The nameless one wandered through the burning hot sand with no sense of direction, the fire in the sky mercilessly scalding his skin and numbing his senses. p. Never did he falter. When night set, he cursed the darkness and the coolness of the earth and when he found the remains of a caravan he did not rest until he managed to create a pyre out of every piece of wood and cloth he could find. Without flint and steel he used parts of the axles of a wagon to try and strike flame while praying to Kossuth for his blessing. At long last the fire caught and the driven Dwarf felt a new calm and confidence come over him. He knew it would burn infallibly until the sun rose. He stood close to the flames, praying in his own words, further burning his skin all over, yet he did not feel the pain. At sunrise he walked back to the temple. No longer was he wandering aimlessly, he knew exactly where he was going, both through the desert and in life. p. At High Sun he arrived, knowing without being told, that many would-be acolytes taking this journey never returned.. The order welcomed him back and he was offered his first rite of passage. After a ceremonious walk over glowing coal, he was allowed to pick his name and henceforth he was Eiris Flamespeaker. p. Over the next dozen years, Eiris learned about Kossuth, his dogma and his church. The strict hierarchy called for a test of faith, usually with a risk of death, every time he rose a rank – and he rose steadily without a hint of doubt in his beliefs. During all of his training and years rising through the ranks, Kossuth would never again show himself as clearly as he did that day in the desert, but Eiris was not dismayed or surprised by that. The Firelord cares not for the whims of the individual soul, yet all of his followers work to his plans and will help to bring the purification of all living beings. The Dwarf knew he was to be in the Burning Braziers. His live was out there, spreading the glory of Kossuth by words, but even more by deeds. p. It was the year of his 62nd birthday that his service to the temple would end. Over the past decade, Eiris had understood the specific fears Kossuth’s followers faced in Calimshan. For a people that was mercilessly rules by Genies and Efreet, the name of Kossuth was inevitable linked with the memories of being subjugated by Fire Outsiders. It didn’t matter much if there was truth to a link between Kossuth and Efreet, the potential alone made the situation volatile. Over the years the rumours had swelled among the Calishites that the temple was forming an army (which is true in a sense) to take control over Calimport and bring the Efreet back. p. When a preacher carelessly mentioned Efreet when talking about the holy scripture of Kossuth while preaching a sermon on the market place, the tensions boiled over. p. A mob rose and quickly swelled until most of the population of Calimport was protesting outside the ziggurat. Within an hour the mob was armed and broke through the barricaded gates, while the city guard stood by and watched. The monks and clerics held them off for a long time, but at any time there’s mercenaries in Calimport and many of them for once decided this cause was worth getting engaged in without pay. Magic and steel was thrown against the outnumbered forces of the temple and it was clear that the last defence would fall soon. p. On the command of the Eternal Flame, Eiris made his way to the heart of the temple to bring the Holy Tablets of Kossuth, the most valuable relic in the temple, to safety. He grabbed the stone plates which are always burning hot to the touch, packed them carefully and ran out through the back of the ziggurat into the desert. One of the last things he saw of his second home was the Eternal Flame on the top of the temple, intonating and glowing brighter and brighter until he exploded in a giant fire ball, bringing down all of walled temple structure.p. Eiris found himself back at the old place where he burned down the caravan remains years ago. Putting on his ceremonial gown he started a new fire, magically this time, and prayed. That’s when he found himself thrown through space and land near a magical portal at the foot of a mountain.p.
Aspiration: Eiris seeks to prove himself worthy of Kossuth’s favour by matching his actions against the Fire Lord’s teachings. p. Power (secondary): He will also try to rise in the ranks of the order.p.
Eiris seeks to preserve the Holy Tablets of Kossuth, one of the most valuable scriptures of the church. Calishites presume this scripture was saved from the temple and – thinking it contains proof that Kossuth was in bonds with the Efreet – will do anything to destroy them. Followers of other primordial deities, especially Istishia, would aim for the same.
Eiris will not give them up easily, unless he’s convinced he found a save place for them. if he can’t find a safe place near the Sword Coast, he’ll default to bringing it to the Flaming Brazier in Bezantur.p.
Eiris is a fanatical follower of his church. The strict hierarchy of his order became engrained in him and he frequently risks his lives on the command of a high priest, without doubting the motives. p.
Eiris quotes sacred texts and proverbs in almost every situation.