Estocean was less than mediocre as a human paldin. That is, he thought it would be great to be a cross between a fighter and a cleric and ended up being horrible at both. At level 18, he couldn’t tank, he couldn’t do enough damage, and he certainly couldn’t heal. One day the gods bestowed upon him a second chance: a +20 Heart of Wood with which he could undo all the horrible choices he had made in life.
He didn’t want to deviate too far from his current build. After all, he already had good armor and a few shields to choose from. He wanted to make a difference in a group, and most of all, he wanted to be accepted. The choice, he thought, was obvious — he was going to be a cleric.
A +20 Heart of Wood is a curious thing. Normally, becoming a cleric took years of devoted training, a bit of book learning, and eventually a certificate of ordination from pastorcertification.edu bought for a few plat and a promise not to get too much into necromancy. With the +20 Heart of Wood, this all happens within a few minutes. First you are a poor excuse for a paladin and three minutes with some new and improved horrible choices later, you’re a poor excuse for a cleric.
There he was, Dungeons and Dragons’ latest worst babysitter. As a cleric, however, he found that people seemed more polite to him. Even as he floundered through casting healing spells, resurrecting people he couldn’t save, and making numerous rookie cleric mistakes, people didn’t seem to mind. He apologized a few times for his ineptitude and the other party members deflected blame away every single time! Inept paladins never get that kind of break. Maybe it was true — everyone does love a cleric! Seriously, this sort of treatment is usually reserved only for clerics…and extremly high skilled trapmonkey rogues.
Estocean went from level 18 to level 20 in a couple of weeks with a large part of the XP gained by grouping with adventurers happy to have a cleric. At the moment he turned 20, as if guided by a malevolent god, he walked towards the hall of heroes in the marketplace. He was finally accepted, he thought. People were finally happy to see the good cleric, he thought. Why am I being led to the hall of heroes, he wondered. He didn’t notice that his god had placed a True Druidic Heart of Wood in his backpack.
Estocean woke up on the shore of a sandy beach. He was a level 1 Elf. He noticed, though, that he was a little bit taller than the elves he remembered seeing. Given a choice of weapons, he was inclined to pick a rapier but what he really wanted was a bow.