Kez'nanoch
Kez’nanoch , Champion of Ela Ugbo
“Life is the breath of the Mother. Death is the closing of Her eyes. Woe to the hand that forces them open again.” - Keznanoch
The Hall of Rest in King’s End: Founded by his hand, this place shelters both the living in their pain and the dead in their stillness. Here the faithful tend the wounded with compassion, and wrap the dead in honor before their journey to the Mother’s embrace.
The Hand of Mercy: It is told that with a single touch, the Champion may end a life, not in cruelty, but in love, lifting the suffering into peace.
The Hand of Judgment: Yet in righteous fury, that same touch may still the unworthy heart, freeze the wicked where they stand, and return them to the silence they defied.
Race
Half Fire Jotun, Half Storm JotunGuilds
Cleric 8Notable Ability Score
Cha 20 , Wis 20Journal entry
(Note: the following information about Keznanoch was gathered from the temple in kings end instead of the man himself as Keznanoch hasn't been seen for quite some time)The Sanctified Chronicle of Keznanoch Champion of the Mother
(As set down by the faithful scribes of the Rebuilt Temple at King’s End)“Life is the breath of the Mother. Death is the closing of Her eyes. Woe to the hand that forces them open again.” - Keznanoch
On His Birth
In the days of shadow and dwindling faith, when the Church of Ela Ugbo lay broken and her altars cold, there was born one of both flame and storm. Keznanoch, son of a fire giant father and a storm giant mother shaped by the elements and tempered by grief.On His Wounding
The lich’s hand struck twice, once to still his father’s heart, and again to lay a curse upon the son. Thus Keznanoch was made smaller in stature than his kin, yet heavier in burden than any mortal should bear. His skin bore the red of the forge, his eyes the blue of a distant tempest, and when his spirit swelled with grief mixed with wrath, the Mother whispered comfort and duty in their mind.On His Vow
In the bitter hours of mourning, he heard the call of Ela Ugbo, the Mother of Life and Death. Kneeling at Her unseen altar, he swore to guard the passage between Her realms, to guide the dying as a mother soothes her child, and to strike down those who would profane Her gift by raising the dead from their sacred rest.On His Works
The Defense of King’s End: In our darkest hour while much of the army lain fallen on the ground Keznanoch charged forth bringing those clinging to life a second breath and those who breathed their last a way forward unto eternity.The Hall of Rest in King’s End: Founded by his hand, this place shelters both the living in their pain and the dead in their stillness. Here the faithful tend the wounded with compassion, and wrap the dead in honor before their journey to the Mother’s embrace.
The Hand of Mercy: It is told that with a single touch, the Champion may end a life, not in cruelty, but in love, lifting the suffering into peace.
The Hand of Judgment: Yet in righteous fury, that same touch may still the unworthy heart, freeze the wicked where they stand, and return them to the silence they defied.