I, Ronners, will now begin to tell you of my worshipper, the hero Taela the Beautiful. I watched when she was born, middle daughter to a poor farmer and his wife. Her 3 older siblings and younger sister were typical peasant stock, like their parents. She was different. While only a few hours old, I could tell she’d stun the hearts of most men when she grew up, so I graced her with excellent strength and dexterity, as well as a large liver to handle copious amounts of beer.
When she was 14, before her father could think of marrying her off to a local lad, I appeared to her in a dream, telling her that she was my choice for a hero, that she needed to worship me, and to travel the roads of the world in order to bring glory to my name and increase her reputation.
Taela left her home soon after, journeying to a lonely monastery to train with monks and learn how to fight the many different monsters and villains of the world. Several years later, now tall, tanned, long limbed, and lithe, she set out from there to walk the path of glory in my name.