Raash Arkhosh

A paragon of good and champion of Dol Arrah, Raash lives to deliver succor to those who suffer, tocarry forth the light of truth and goodness to darkest and most evil places, and ultimately bring force of arms against all that is evil.


Raash Arkhosh

Male Lawful Good Dragonborn Knight Hospitaler and Paladin of Dol Arrah

Played by: Will


STR: 14 // Con: 18 // Dex: 11 // Int: 9 // Wis: 16 // Cha: 20

AC: 33 // Fort: 25 // Ref: 23 // Will: 26 //


(Purchased as part of 9,000) 680 gold Iron Armbands of Power Battleforged Heavy Shield Power Jewel (heroic tier) Battle Standard of Might Boots of Free Movement Gloves of Recovery Restful Bedroll Fochlucan Bandore +1

(48 Levels worth of equipment) Healers Brooch +3 Summoned Warplate +4 Bastard Sword of the Conqueror +3 Circle of Second Chances


Birth and Life To Adulthood

Excerpts from Book I, Chapter 2 of the tome, “Tarassh Nalsheleshh os Dorron Dol Arrah” or “Great Deeds in the Name of Dol Arrah, A Selection of Biographies and Autobiographies”

The tale of Raash begins when he was but an egg. For reasons still unknown, the aging Patriarch of Dol Arrah, head of that church and supremely powerful in his own right, sent an unusual gift to the unborn Raash. This gift was a Bandore, a well crafted musical instrument. Sources say the Patriarch had never heard of Raash’s parents and had never even been within 1,000 leagues of them. He never explained the gift and the note attached merely read, “Play and smile, the light is there.”

About a month after receiving the strange gift, Raash’s egg hatched in the densely packed human City of Parav’leon within the Republic of De’le et Rou. The city was nestled in a valley at the foot the Paravus Mountains.

It was not long he first crawled that our Hero, Raash, found himself orphaned after his mercenary parents were killed defending the city from an evil clan of mountain men slavers and raiders known as the Krogglago.

With the rest of their clan dead, Raash became the last member of Clan Arkosh, an ancient Dragonborn Bloodline. He was briefly raised by a human family, but when the old father died, his sons robbed the 4 year old Raash of his inheritance and sent him to the streets.

The slums of Parav’leon are a place unfit for swine and more dangerous than a wall of battle. Yet in spite of this, and for reasons that can only be attributed to the grace of Dol Arrah, Raash maintained a purity of soul even as he was beaten, starved, and humiliated daily from the age of 4-9. He never stole, never harmed an innocent, and remained proud in spite of humiliation and humble in the face of his later successes.

At the age of 9, Raash begin playing his Bandore and telling tales of his parents and others for scraps of food at local inns that he distrusted to as many children as he possibly could. By giving children other options besides theft and begging, he quickly established something of a “Good Guy Gang” that looked out for those who could not look out for themselves.

Some four years later, now 13 years old, the slums were still hardly fit for habitation, but instead of constant suffering, there was some justice and kindness to be had. Bullies operated in only the darkest alleys, petty thugs found themselves looking over their shoulders, and a child could eat with little fear of a bigger child stealing their food.

Raash’s actions as a force of Good naturally made him enemies and as a mere boy, he was easy pray for organized criminals who preferred the old slums. After being beaten near to death, Raash was secretly sold as a slave to the very same tribe that had killed his father. The tribe had split after fighting the Republic, but was still a force of constant fear to everyone outside strong city walls.

Thanks to the watchful eye of Dol Arrah, Raash found himself sold as a Farmer Slave. Had any who fought his parents seen a dragonborn slave, his fate would have been sealed to die in a pit fight very shortly after discovery. But Dol Arrah is good to those who are just, though Raash did not know it then.

As a Farmer Slave, Raash worked hard, grew strong, and in spite of harsh treatment, found himself content with his gentle and hardworking fellow slaves.

At 16, however, one of the young clansmen set to overseeing the slave farmers decided to take the Bandore that had so far been kept safe in with Raash’s hands by nothing short of the Will of Dol Arrah. Though Raash had no idea how the Bandora came to him, it was his only tie to his parents and the one thread of joy in what most would call a miserable life. Raash had until this point been a gentle giant, and by 16 he was nothing short a giant compared to the men around him. He obeyed directions, took his regular beatings, and worked hard. Yet when the clansman took the bandora and threatened to destroy it, merely for the pleasure of seeing Raash suffer, something changed.

Raash had never really known loss. He didn’t recall ever having anything to lose. Sure, he had food and even the clothes off his back stolen dozens of times, but he never felt the loss – just the hunger or the cold. Yet the Bandore was something that when threatened, he immediately recognized the great loss he would suffer if it were destroyed. That suffering, selfish as it was, burnt hot as white fire and a great charge of energy welled up inside of him and blew out, enveloping the clansman in lightning.

The clansman died instantly and just as instantly, Raash recognized not the peril he was in, but how selfish he had been to only in that moment truly understand what it is to lose and suffer. In a torrent of pain and self-loathing, Raash knelt clutching the Bandora and tried to recall everyone he had known and with his own suffering as a guide, truly try to understand just what others around him had lost and how they suffered. Death, pain, and so much more took on a meaning it never had. It was as if Raash had awoken from a dream, a dream where nothing had meaning and life was merely a ride to be endured.

He laid there until night fall when his thoughts finally turned to his fellow slaves. They had lost so much and he had never realized that they all looked to him as a guide, though he was the worst farmer. When he endured beating and worked hard, so too did they – yet they had lost everything whereas he had lost nothing.

Clutching the Bandora nearly tight enough to break it, Raash vowed he’d never let another suffer when it was in his power to stop them. He vowed that he would bring good to places where there was none. He vowed that evil and those that would commit evil will know his justice.

With that vow, he donned the dead clansman armor and marched to the slaves hovel. The guards had become younger and more inept with each passing day due to the placidity that Raash and his fellow farmers, so they were drunk or asleep and easily dispatched and every slave at that farm was freed.

Even years after these events, Raash could not explain why he decided to travel so far from that farm. He had never been more than 5 miles from Parav’leon or the farm he worked as a slave, yet when he left with his fellow slaves, he walked, and walked, and walked. He avoided roads and everyone he could for nearly 474 miles before. He had no idea where he was going. He just walked and content to follow, his fellow former slaves stayed with him.

On the 34th day of walking, Raash found himself deep in the Forest of The High Sun at a Shrine of Dol Arrah. Though he had no idea who Dol Arrah was, or even the name of the forest, he set up camp at the base of the shrine even though there were still hours of travel left in the day.

Raash remained at the Shrine for three days and on the fourth, he decided to leave. As he was breaking down the camp, a man dressed as a pilgrim approached the shrine. Though Raash had never met the man, he felt as though he did. The man, seeing the Bandora first and then the Dragonborn carrying it, smiled and introduced himself as the Abbot Orestes de Amon. The Abbot explained he was on a pilgrimage to the shrine from the city of Allarralon, the greatest city in the world to some, where he had recently been promoted to head of the Great Monastery of Dol Arrah within the grounds of the Grand Cathederal of Dol Arrah, the seat of the Patriarch.

Traveling back with the abbot, Raash would learn this man had been the very young assistant and scribe to the former Patriarch whom had sent the Bandora. He would learn of how the Bandora came to be and to Raash’s surprise, the man knew a great deal about his parents. Raash would later learn that after the bizarre gifting of the Bandora by the former Patriarch, Orestes was extremely curious to make sense of just why it was sent and in the process, learned a great deal about Raash and his parents.

Much later, the Abbot Orestes would confess that it wasn’t until he saw Raash and his Bandora at the Shrine of Dol Arrah that he truly understood why the Patriarch had sent the gift. Raash was to become a Champion of Dol Arrah and Orestes was to see to his training, both martial and spiritual. Such was fate working all those years and fate is inexorable.

Raash Arkhosh

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