Sister Sunfall

I’m a half-dwarf cleric of Lathander, the Morninglord, devoted to bringing hope where darkness has taken root.

Once a street medic in Baldur’s Gate, I learned to heal long before I learned to pray, tending the sick and wounded with little more than steady hands and stubborn compassion.

Under the guidance of my mentor, Sister Elira, I joined the church of Lathander, where my gift for healing found both purpose and divine power.

Warm, practical, and endlessly optimistic, I greet friend and stranger alike with a smile and a gentle “sweetheart” or “dear.”

I believe that everyone deserves the chance to become a better person, though I’m no fool—when innocent lives are threatened, the Morninglord’s radiant light burns as fiercely as the dawn itself.

Clad in chain mail, carrying a polished sun-marked shield and a ceremonial brass mace known as Morning’s Grace, I walk willingly into places others fear to tread.

My guiding belief is simple: “Lathander is not the god of perfect people. He is the god of people who rise again.”

Now, torn from the Sword Coast and cast into the endless darkness of Ravenloft, I refuse to surrender hope. If dawn can reach even this cursed land, I intend to help it rise.