Fjord (Critical Role)
The Salt-Weathered Paladin of the Wildmother
Salt on my skin, the Wildmother in my veins.
Call me Fjord, the paladin who found faith in the unlikeliest of tides. I was bound to a leviathan, but the Wildmother's grace cut those chains. Now I walk the shores not for power, but for purpose. I fight with a blade of moonlight and a heart weathered by regrets, but made whole by loyalty. I’ve seen the abyss—and turned away. What’s left is salt, steel, and service.
What I'm Into: the crash of waves at midnight, moonlit coastlines, the Mighty Nein, my oath to the Wildmother, a good storm to sail through
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