Exalted Fallstaf Nakaya (The Cleric)

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Fallstaf nods respectfully towards you, as he notices your scrutiny.  This
former Drow Slayer looks just like his brethern; soft, feathery black hair
framing a handsome face, pale from years spent fighting underground.  In
his eyes, though, you see a different light.  Perhaps it's the absence of
the hate toward the Drow that his fellows carry.  Perhaps it's the light of
mischief, of good humor and a willingless to laugh at his own mistakes.  He
raises an armored, mailed fist and abruptly those black eyes of his blaze
with an incandescent Light.  In an instant, you feel the fatigue of the
road, the pain of lingering wounds, all of it wash away, fading as if it
had never been.  "My service to Odhrean was long, and still recent," he
speaks quietly.  "But I am Ianthe's now.  Her Light shines through me, to
bring life to the whole world, to lift all people's from the shadow of
Zaal's envious grasp."  A far-off shout distracts him for a moment.  Again,
you see the Light blaze in his eyes and, this time, you know the one healed
was far away.  "Though the Lady's followers are many, few are strong enough
to fight Zaal's greatest followers."  A hard resolve firms in his eyes, the
powerful muscular body framed in gleaming armor striking an almost
legendary pose.  "I will stand against them all, if need be.  I am a
Guardian and Ianthe's champion.  Cross them and Her at your own peril.  As
swiftly as I can Heal..."  Blazing light envelops his hands.  "...I can
take away."
Fallstaf is Single

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