Olo Moonshadow

Race: Human
Class: Ranger
Subclass: 
Background: Urchin
Aliases: Olo Shadow
Titles: N/A
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Backstory: Olomorn Moonshadow, or Olo Shadow on the streets of Waterdeep, was an urchin until his sixth nameday. An orphan, whether by delinquent parents or dead ones, Olo was raised by the others until Sylyra Eildi, a notable Elven maiden appeared out of nowhere to collect him. Olo was weary at first, generosity of this kind of uncommon; rather unfathomable. It was almost dangerous to accept; however, a full belly and a warm bed are enough to convince enough the weariest of urchins to consider the risk. Olo came into her estate and was surrounded by luxury and wealth unlike anything he had seen before.

Sylyra was a cold woman, not showing an iota of compassion or love for Olo. Were he is blood child he may have taken the slight more personally but he had been raised by the streets – Olo was tough and he shook of his patron’s disdain. Although she was cold to Olo, she was not necessarily unkind. Olo was taught to read and write. He was taught etiquette at balls and fieldcraft in battle. Sylyra, a warmaiden in her own right, shared with Olo her own martial skills and the young boy rapidly developed into a skilled warrior. His lean and gaunt physique rapidly transformed into hardened muscle. The other eleven handmaidens and courtiers within her estate rapidly became quite interested in the boy prodigy.

Olo, now a capable fighter, journeyed beyond the estate and offered his skills to other nobles of Sylyra’s estate. A Head Librarian of Candlekeep who often frequented Sylyra’s estate requested their aid in dispatching some bandits who were harrying pilgrims in their journey to the Fortress Library. Olo was dispatched, of his own volition, and met up with a young lizardfolk named Sauriv to destroy their bandits in their camp.

It was in his peak that the dreams came. First they were subtle. A glimpse of a figure in a deep sleep or the echoes of a woman’s voice. Then the nightmares began to manifest. A shadowy figure. Sigils pulsing and their curling script being branded into his mind. He journeyed to Candlekeep and consulted with a younger cleric named Thuldus, who identified them as primordial and directed him to some tomes which could help decipher the ruins. It was while he was in Candlekeep that he received the news. Sylyra Eildi, his matron and benefactor – had died. The surgeons said it was of natural causes but something about the circumstances bothered Olo. He made for Waterdeep with great haste to investigate. As he raced along the high road, a voice called out to him:

“You are he that was promised to me. The witch’s sorcery cannot protect you any longer my child. Seek the Yawning Portal. It is there that my story with you begins.”

Olo was stricken by fear but the words remained clear in his head as if they had just been spoken. He felt a sickening compulsion as he tried to pull away from the road to Waterdeep and knew deep down there was no other way. Resolved and afraid, he set off to Waterdeep and the Yawning Portal Inn.