Tsurras Wyrmblood

Introducing Tsurras Wyrmblood - Dragonborn Paladin of Avandra

Appearance

Tsurras Wyrmblood is big.  Standing over six and a half feet tall,
even for a dragonborn, he seems to have an imposing sense about him.
His scales are dark brownish black the outer edges lined with a frosty
white.  Many of his would-be foes took a look at his snarling face and
turned tail before the battle was joined.  He is an intimidating,
fearsome visage that strikes fear in the heart of all who would face
him.

Until he laughs.

Backstory

Usually the life of the party, Tsurras is always the first to order a round at the bar, or to tell a joke while the rogue is upside down on a tightrope trying to unlock the door while the room fills with water.  He is big, boisterous, gregarious, and lover of fun.  Avendra, the god of travel and change, suited the wander lusting dragonborn well and he swore eternal service without chagrin or regret.  Now he travels as the winds take him, lending helping hands to the downtrodden, drinking his friends out of house and home, and smacking evil in the backside with Punchline, his trusty Bastard Sword.

Born the last of his brood of seven, Tsurras and his kin were rescued from a Tykosa the Slaver by a band of adventurers who happened to be passing through the same mountain range.  Taking pity on the rapidly growing, hungry dragonborn young, the adventurers brought them to the nearest safe place, a small roadside temple to Avendra, the Traveler.  Through the years, the other dragonborn kin were either adopted or left to find their own fortune upon maturity.  But Tsurras developed a friendship with Father Gillenbery, the custodian of the small temple and a lover of stories.  As Tsurras grew, he would listen at Father Gillenbery’s feet as the kindly priest would coax out stories from weary adventurers with a warm smile, a plate full of food, and a few flagons of ale.  Tsurras took these stories to heart, and more importantly, took Father Gillenbery’s gentle example as a life lesson in how to get along with others.

When Tsurras came of age, his desire to see new places and create his own tales beginning to get the best of him, Father Gillenbery gave him his blessing, his old adventuring armor, and shield, and a sword that a Mercenary had left at the Inn.  Finding himself capable with the weapon, Tsurras quickly named it Punchline and set off into the wild, a song of Avandra on his tongue, and a skip in his step.

The rest of his story remains to be written but there is no doubt his legend will echo through eternity…