You can call me Preacher. My name is no longer important. It belongs to an increasingly distant and unreachable time and place.
Born and raised in Waterdeep, surrounded by naive adventurers with dreams of fame and fortune in the merciless monstrous dungeon of Halaster Blackstaff, it was only natural that the heroic ideal should also be awakened in me.
My father, a city guard, once met a paladin eager for a disciple, and so, in keeping with my aspirations, at age twelve I was left at his care. He was a good and just man, as I believe all Tyr's followers should be. Quite skilled with your sword too.
At twenty, it was my turn to take the vows and pursue my tutor's career as champion of the god of justice. My career as an adventurer began shortly thereafter. I traveled most of Faerūn spreading the word, and often the sword, in Tyr's name. After having served a decade, I was allowed to establish my own family. A beautiful wife, strong children and a small home in my homeland. Life was good and I could not ask for much more than that. We talked around the fire about leaving a career as a nomadic defender and establishing a quiet life in a city that was always in turmoil. But the gods had different plans.
In my travels I have known the best and worst of this world. Or at least that's what I thought. Until found by the Mist. That damn dark trap.
I was found by this vile entity on the outskirts of Waterdeep. I don't know why I was the victim of his abduction, even if I wasn't alone. So I thank Tyr every day for getting my family out of this tragedy. I pray that you remain safe in your world.
After the first few months, I stopped counting the days. It brought me no comfort, only bitterness at the distance from everything that was most precious to me. I try to understand Tyr's purposes in such an ordeal by allowing him to be dragged into a world where justice is just a twisted idea. The conviction that had been with me for most of my life seems to slip away every day. I constantly struggle with aberrations of this decaying land at the same time as I am caught up in conflict with myself. I'm no longer sure that Tyr's justice is in this place. And if it isn't, what am I doing here? What is my purpose and mission?
With each passing day, the only certainty that accompanies it is that I have to go home. And nothing and no one will stand in my way...