Cleric of the Hobbo Fellowship
Keeper of Hearth and Brew

Delasorcereer dwells upon Mt. BlackFeather as both servant of the divine and guardian of the Fellowship’s daily sustenance. Where others keep watch from stone and steel, he tends flame, vessel, and prayer.

His hair and beard are grey, worn not as a mark of age alone, but of long devotion. The mountain winds have etched patience into his features, and his presence carries the quiet authority of one who has listened more than he has spoken.

As Cleric of the Hobbo Fellowship, Delasorcereer leads rites of blessing, purification, and remembrance. He speaks softly to the divine, believing faith is strongest when carried through action rather than proclamation. His prayers are often whispered over simmering pots or rising steam, binding the sacred to the everyday.

Within the Fellowship, he is also Cook and Brewmaster, roles held in reverence. Meals prepared by Delasorcereer are not merely sustenance — they are ritual. Bread is broken with intention, stews are shared in silence, and brews are crafted to warm the body and steady the spirit after long vigils and harsh ascents.

It is said that his brews carry balance: strength without excess, warmth without dullness. Some claim that no illness lingers long after drinking from his casks, though Delasorcereer dismisses such talk as faith misplaced in rumor rather than discipline.

He keeps the hearth burning even when the mountain grows cruel, believing that as long as fire and fellowship endure, so too does devotion.

Delasorcereer seeks no throne and bears no hunger for command.
His duty is simpler — and therefore heavier.

To nourish the faithful.
To bless the work of patient hands.
To keep the Fellowship whole.