Vesper Calussa

Vesper has reached a friction point as a Cleric. She (alternately, he) does enjoy the feeling of not being utterly lost and confused all the time. She appreciates that spells work most of the time and as intended. It’s the crushing expectation that she must learn and pray and pray and learn, all day and night, that is now utterly exhausting. There must be a shortcut to progress somewhere, where one does not need to concern themselves with mundane tangents and pointless minutia. The structure and routine; the constant oversight, mentoring and accountability—it’s all a bit much. She’s heard that the Temple of Daevas has a pretty low bar for entry. The rumour also suggested that it had closed its doors to the public, but surely they wouldn’t turn away a new recruit ready to pledge service to their cause… whatever that is.