His name is whispered by all those under the heel of oppression, a hero that stands by the side of the weak and helpless in their greatest hour. That, and they whisper of his great ass.
Oren was the product of a casual mutual lust between a Wood Elf bardess and a Satyr friend. They never did marry, both recognized that they both cared for each other and lusted after each other but didn't feel romantic love for each other. As such Oren was technically a bastard- though he knew who his father was quite early and talked too him regularly.
Unfortunately, the local priesthood wanted to enforce a strict and narrow view of family and morals- leading Oren to his path as a Paladin of Freedom. A great battler of oppression whose reputation for heroics was only rivaled by his reputation as a lech. Given protection from disease by divine patrons and unable to father children without magical assistance, many women have shared their beds with him- and his skill as a lover is said to be without equal in the mortal plane.
Our hero begins his latest adventure walking among the wilds practicing his pipes when he came across a temple in the middle of nowhere. Almost literally! He was in the middle of a swamp, the nearest village was at least a 3 day walk- the closest large city was a week's ride on a fast horse. And yet, here it was- a full temple in pristine condition. Dedicated to a deity he did not recognize if the symbolism was any indication.
But there was no mistaking one thing. The entire temple seemed to house only one priestess- a gorgeous woman with hair as red as fire, curves like a goddess, and legs that drove him wild. Well, looks like he was going to find out who this temple belonged too after all. . . |