The Sokaran Chronicles
I'm a little Cleric, short and stout, here is my hammer - seeking you out.
Morgran grew up living and breathing the military life. Both parents were soldiers, and their many children were raised to be the same. Mostly working for the town guard at first, Morgran didn’t travel much until a Drow raiding party attacked. Morgran’s newly developing family was taken along with other friends. A small force was sent out to rescue the stolen folk, but something went horribly wrong, and if not for the sacrifice of Morgran’s siblings, she would have died down there as well. Now the last of the hillside Ironfists, and after too many nights in the drunk tank, Morgran found salvation in the worship of Tempus. After honing her skills into tools of his worship, Morgran set out with any parties heading to the underdark, hoping for signs of any Ironfist survivors, making a name for herself along the way.