Kadesha

I was orphaned as an infant when my remote Dwarven village was over ran but nasty undead things who mistook us for lunch. I don't remember my natural parents having been but days old at the time, but They somehow managed to hide me somewhere while I fell quietly asleep through the whole ordeal, thus surviving. I have been known to sleep through the oddest occurrences ever since.
My adoptive mother, a very kind hearted southern blonde dark elf healer named Leiamy, had heard of the devastation to my village, and found me when she came with a small party seeking to aid any survivors. Leiamy is also a dedicated master of the order of Voln, and as I grew old enough she taught me about the order and about my past, thus I dedicated my life to the cause of Voln and service to Lorminstra.
It seems my mother had a habit of taking home stray urchins, and thus she also adopted Shaykee when she found him trying to steal some biscuits to feed his hungry self. (she adopted a bajillion other people too and thus now my family is huge and I can't remember them all). Anyway, having astutely observed the skill with which Shaykee lifted hot biscuits, she sent him into rogues training.
Growing up, Shaykee and I bonded early. Although raised as brother and sister, there never was a true blood link. I think Shaykee thought I was a puppy with my shortness and beard and all, and being a dwarf, I adored him for every hot biscuit he stole and gave me.
As we became adults, I had decided that someday I wished to marry Shaykee, however he had a rogues heart and thus I waited forever to finally catch him. Meanwhile I dedicated my life to the causes I held dear, Voln and Lorminstra, and honoring all of the Liabo Arkati. I dispatched undead with reckless abandon, and so, uh, um, got old and famous, but that fame is not the fame I cherish.
After I got old an famous, I got really lonely, I felt I had reached and end to purpose in life, and my desire to come home to a house not empty started to creep into my desires above my faith. I entered a depressive period at this time, and thus seeds were planted by the enemy of souls and I was eventually snared into the coils of Luukos. That whole escapade is another really long story I wrote all about and if I can find wherever I hid that pile of scribble, it can be made available upon request.
Anyways, in spite of my fall, deep within my heart never turned from Lorminstra, and the shame I felt and anguish of that captivity is hard to describe, I still place the blame on myself most of all, thus it still hurts much to remember. Of course Luukos had a hand in it, but had I not given him that hand he wouldn't have.
In spite of my faithlessness, Lorminstra had mercy, and eventually, with the aid of the honorable Truekillr and more friends who stood by me than I though possible, my soul and life was redeemed from the clutches of the serpent. To this day I am still occasionally whispered to about vows made to him that he will not allow broken, promising that my freedom now is merely an illusion, and that in the end his debt will be collected. In my stronger days, the mercy shown me only heightens my resolve to oppose evil and stand in faith that the Lady forever holds my soul. In weaker days, sometimes those whispers torment me, it is a silent ordeal that doesn't show much outward, but I suspect I shall always live with that struggle. I would say considering my deeds while under the serpents grasp, that if that is all I live with I am truly lucky. I do believe I have been redeemed, that the ordeal leaves a scar is a small price to pay.
And this is my history up to now, not a whole lot of specifics except perhaps my stand in the Vvrael wars. I was too young to be a major force then, and looking back I think what I contributed most was my Voln given ability to preserve a pile of dead corpses which were on top of my dead corpse. I believe the preserved souls are thankful even though in the chaos of the time they probably didn't even see the act done. I wasn't really looking for a thanks then, but was more concerned that the Vvrael not consume us all. I am happy to know that perhaps a soul or two did not go demonic then, if they was one of the souls in my pile.