Lukotorix - Runepriest of Korrune

The Lorrnath only have a handful of their own Gods.  During the wars of Blood Ruin they were fooled into believing they were winning their freedom not only from the Indorillian proclaimed 'Mage Kings' but from their own Gods if they chose to drive them from their temples and even past the Celestial gates themselves.

When the Blood Ruin ended, with the Indorai going into exile, and the other mortal races each dividing into their own territories, and re-connecting with their gods, the Lorrnath were left empty.  They were eyed with suspicion.  They were not worthy of divine grace.

They were the lost children of the world.  No god would claim them after what they had done.

In the many centuries since, the Lorrnath have begun to reclaim who they were.  Before they were enslaved to the Indorillian mage-kings of Flame, and corrupted by the cold chaos-strewn silence of the Abyssal Darkness.  The proud people who ruled the plains, who built great temples to the Gods of Season, and The Gods of the afterworlds.  The Lorrnath who could summon armies of the Elements and Spirits of the world.  

The Lorrnath who could hear the song of the goddess within their world.

While they have regained some of who they were, their gods, the ones driven from them by their own hand, were still largely quiet.  The Godwoken Cinderfrost was the first among them to ascend to the Celestial courts, but they still lacked their ancestral gods.

During the long years, in which civil wars erupted among their clans, and even a second demonic possession started to run rampant through their leadership, they turned to the Gods of other races.  Adopting their divine teachings, and even stepping within their temples.  They couldn't let another wave of the Abyssal Dark to root within them again.  They would head to ruin if it wasn't stop.

Lukotorix counts among the faithful nomads.  The god Korrune helped his people long ago, when he aided Dughan, Berrand, and Cinderfrost in their battle to keep the Amantirri forces from taking over the Ravenstone hall, and later lending his knowledge of forging to both Dwarven and Lorrnathi people.

Lukotorix served in the satellite temples on the borders of the Lorrnathi lands, tending small shrines and learning the arts of crafting and runes, as well as the art of defense.  While the other faithful would move out to other temples across foreign lands, Lukotorix was divine-blessed.  At a young age he could hear and pull the threads of the divine-hum that surrounds the world.  He could bolster, heal, and even bring consecrated ruin.

He was sent to the revered temple in Kivesk, under the tutelage of the priestess there, he's become a rune-priest accolyte.  Only 17 years of age, he's trekked the many paths to Ravenstone Hall and many of the mines and mountain homes surrounding.

He still longs to learn of his people's faith.  Like a small spark fluttering like a moth in the back of his thoughts.  As if the stories of his people were warped by the historic views of others, and the faint song of the gods of his people still rang out in the multiversal void.

His journey is just beginning.

Note - I'm not entirely sure I'm pleased with the image.  But it will eventually be coloured and used as an image for the first of some Races of Felwroth pages I'm working on that will have the general vibe and look of the 5e D&D books.  I don't game much anymore, but I do love the aesthetic of the books, and wanted to take a shot at making a few pages that looked a little like that.

If anything, they'll offer a bit of insight into the races of this loony, Plasticine world in my head.

higher dpi image attached, as always.

-T.J.