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&lt;p>Born into the handler&amp;rsquo;s guild of House Vadalis, Faolain bears the Mark of Handling. She grew up handling exotic beasts as easily as domesticated animals. She had everything: snug home, loving family, friends, community, respect, and a purpose. Then the House got a new leader, and he wanted war. The war consumed and twisted everything. The beloved beasts were trained to kill and maim. The men in her family and the community were sent to the front. People were ordered to do horrible things. Soldiers were barracked in homes on their way to the front lines, and some of those soldiers took more than just a bed and food. Food, tools, the basics of everyday life, became scarce. People took to thievery to survive, and were hung when caught. If anyone tried to speak out against the atrocities, they were branded traitors, and publically drawn and quartered.&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>Alamar</title><link>http://oldschoolgamers.org/outoftheabyss/characters/alamar/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 Nov 2021 01:14:06 -0600</pubDate><guid>http://oldschoolgamers.org/outoftheabyss/characters/alamar/</guid><description>&lt;div class="lightbox-gallery" style="">
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&lt;p>Alamar is a tiefling fighter/warlock who does most of his thinking with his tail.&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>Alia</title><link>http://oldschoolgamers.org/outoftheabyss/characters/alia/</link><pubDate>Sun, 14 Nov 2021 01:14:06 -0600</pubDate><guid>http://oldschoolgamers.org/outoftheabyss/characters/alia/</guid><description>&lt;p>No one will tell me how my parents died. The priest that took me in and eventually brought me to the temple, he said it was a horrible accident. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t until I&amp;rsquo;ve gotten older that I realize that the look on his face, in his eyes, when he said that meant it wasn&amp;rsquo;t an accident at all. The need to know how, why, my parents died, burns in me.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>