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Amber Sunbird
14 years ago
My roommate is running a D&D game which I have been playing an Life Oracle (A healer class from the Pathfinder Advance Players Guide). He is surprisingly a good GM (Game Mater) as he lack experience. He is fairly new at being a GM and even newer at the Pathfinder system. We are in a setting he designed based off some novels of which I have never heard of.
I started off as a human female Lawful Good Life Oracle (Novice of Sul the Goddess of Life), but as of last game been transformed into an anthro-eagle creature (based off the Aven from Magic the Gathering) by either a blessing of a curse. I am still a Lawful Good Life Oracle, but now I have changed my devotion to that of the God of the Sun.
I had such a blast trouncing undead, and healing (not to mention be transformed by what I see as Divine will) that I have decided to periodically write a journal to give my characters perspective on things. Be warned the following is lengthy:
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Journal of Amber Sunbird, Entry 1.
Hail the day, Hail the Gods!
I am starting this journal out of a need to record the events of my life in service of the Light of my deity, and how I have been reborn (both literally and spiritually) in my faith.
Until a few short days ago I was a young human female novice in the Temple of Sul, the Chalice of Life. In the conscripted service of his majesty the Prince, along with my two brothers (Al and Zeral), and my brother Al's elicit a fair (Gedi). I was forced to become a Combat Healer, and my brothers soldiers or we would be put to death for reasons lost to me, as are the ways of most nobility and nations.
How we got to my current situation is complex and strange story. We were sent over the seas to a foreign land with alien language and culture to scout and observe and wait for a coming conflict that never came. Our commander and translator left us with out much explanation, and even fewer orders other then, “I will met you in the next town, I have matters to tend to.”
Left to our own resources we found Keshian Traders in a shady inn. My brother could speak Kesh, and made an arrangement that they would educate us in the local language and culture (seeing as we have no way home, and even if we did we would be executed), and would pay us handsomely for giving them protection in their exploration of ruins for things to trade. Sense we had been trained by the the Prince for war we had skills that should serve well if needed.
We got to the ruins with our employers, were we found a pack of vile vermin (Kobolds) and some larger intelligent lizard-like creatures of which I had never seen before. After a brief battle and the near death of one of my brothers mounts we entered the catacombs beneath the central ruined structure, which seems to be a temple; but to what deity to know not. I doubt that it is one of light or life. With in the dark chambers I called forth the light of heaven to permit us sight, and deep with in the labyrinth the dead did not rest. Up until that point I had studied the various forms the restless dead could take but had never actually seen such an abomination in the flesh. A pair of wights stood guard over the chamber and we made quick work of them. May the Gods forgive my pride, but I was pleased with my brothers and my skills in the face of such evil.
As my holy light reached the far end of the huge dark chamber the world was set alight by the reflection of gold, silver, and gems as well as bejeweled items of all types lay around the base of a cold stone throne, wear a long dead king sat motionless. Dry skin stretched across yellowed bones beneath rags of his rotten robes, in his bony grasp a rune and jewel inlaid staff, and upon his desiccated skull a golden bejeweled crown. Its empty sockets staring outward into the darkened chamber. And this is where everything changed.
Suddenly, some will stronger then mine took a hold of me, and I was irresistibly drawn to the staff held with in the skeletons bony grip. The world fell away, and for that moment I knew nothing but that staff. I thought nothing of the danger, I had to touch the item and no force in the world could stop me. The shame I feel looking back on the moment that I could be so simply made the puppet. That my will was so weak.
As I stepped up to the corpse and taking the staff from its grip and admiring its beauty, reality came crashing back and I was left confused. Standing next to me was my brother Al who seemed equally enchanted by the crown which he was placing on his head. As the world came back to me the corpse suddenly came to life and grabbed both of us. In a unholy voice it spoke, “Now, you will know what it is like!” and it fell into dust and random bones unto its throne.
I know not what happened next with any certainty, my body was racked with white hot pain for what seemed like an eternity. The pain must have become to much for I found my self bathed in golden white light, blinded by it and unable to turn away. I suddenly felt peace and a gentle warm voice spoke to me.
“My child... I have chosen you to carry my light and my will into the world beyond my reach. I anoint you with a new body and you are reborn as a servant of the light, a bringer of life. Now go forth my disciple.”
The light faded, and I felt like I was falling. Suddenly, as if I had awoke from a dream, and into a nightmare I was cold and aching all over, and I heard the yells of my brothers and companion crying out in battle. Suddenly, the stench of the unholy and undead filled my new senses in away I have never experienced it before, and as if someone else was taking action I watched and felt my action and decisions as much as I was making them. I turned and with perfect clarity of sight in the dim light I saw an army of skeletons lead by a mummy and a minor demon engage my friends and family.
On white wings, and taloned feet I charged forward empowered by the will of the Gods. I let lose a torrent of heavenly energy over and over again filled with instinctive rage at the a front of such unholy evil in the world. Most of the skeletons were laid low and the Mummy charged me hitting me with its vile bony clawed hand, and by the power of the Gods I resisted its corrupting touch. My companions ran to my aid overwhelming the dark cleric, as I backed away and channeled that warm life giving energy directly into the damned creature's body delivering back to the grave with the failing blow.
I turned to face the demon only to find that it had summoned more of its kind into this world from what ever hellish place they come. However; the Keshian Traders personal body guard (a man of considerable stature and a large axe) had cut them down as quickly as the demons had appeared. In the following after math I suddenly realized; Wings!? Talons!? And I looked upon myself. My armor was in taters, I was till clutching the staff, but with yellow scaly hands, ending in black hooked talons. I was covered in white feathers (all over), standing on bird-like feet, a pair of wings extending from my back, and a hooked beak on my face. It was all to much and exhaustion, pain, and shock took me and I must have fainted. This was surely a nightmare.
I awoke among my companions. It was bright with the morning sun. Thank goodness, it was a nightmare...
I began to rise and found my position inhibited by my wings and tail feathers. I once again saw that I was not my self and that it was not a dream. I cried out in misery in a raggedy squawk; sounding like some bird like creature. “What am I? What have I become? I am a monster!” I wept.
I am trying to see this as the gift that the Gods have given me, but all I can think about is how am I going to live? Who will love me now? What am I to do?... And how does this staff fit in to it all?... My human vanity is blinding me, in accepting this gift of the Gods that I had been given. I have been anointed, the faithfuls dream of dreams while in this life. Though I have never heard of the anointed elders or priest being transformed into a white eagle creature.
My brother Al (who took the crown) did not fair any better then I. He also was changed; though into some sort of construct. He seems content with his new body, and situation. So for now, all I can think is that we have a new mission, dare I say (with truth and not pride) given directly from the Father of the Gods, the God of Light and Creation (The Sun God). Reluctant as I am, I will be dedicating my self to the Sun God now and hope the father will guide me, and the Goddess Sul will forgive me. I will focus on what I heard and let that guide me for now.
“My child... I have chosen you to carry my light and my will into the world beyond my reach. I anoint you with a new body and you are reborn as a servant of the light, a bringer of life. Now go forth my disciple.”
Daughter of the Gods, Amber.
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I have also been working on a character portrait, after 4 different attempts here is the first one I like (though this one is obviously with a few more levels and some awesome gear):
Amber Sunbird
http://stickypawz.timduru.org/Art/S.....rPriestess.jpg
Enjoy *Grin*
Ryngs D. Ratt
All the works of man have their origin in creative fantasy. What right have we then to depreciate imagination.
~ Carl Jung
I started off as a human female Lawful Good Life Oracle (Novice of Sul the Goddess of Life), but as of last game been transformed into an anthro-eagle creature (based off the Aven from Magic the Gathering) by either a blessing of a curse. I am still a Lawful Good Life Oracle, but now I have changed my devotion to that of the God of the Sun.
I had such a blast trouncing undead, and healing (not to mention be transformed by what I see as Divine will) that I have decided to periodically write a journal to give my characters perspective on things. Be warned the following is lengthy:
==============================
Journal of Amber Sunbird, Entry 1.
Hail the day, Hail the Gods!
I am starting this journal out of a need to record the events of my life in service of the Light of my deity, and how I have been reborn (both literally and spiritually) in my faith.
Until a few short days ago I was a young human female novice in the Temple of Sul, the Chalice of Life. In the conscripted service of his majesty the Prince, along with my two brothers (Al and Zeral), and my brother Al's elicit a fair (Gedi). I was forced to become a Combat Healer, and my brothers soldiers or we would be put to death for reasons lost to me, as are the ways of most nobility and nations.
How we got to my current situation is complex and strange story. We were sent over the seas to a foreign land with alien language and culture to scout and observe and wait for a coming conflict that never came. Our commander and translator left us with out much explanation, and even fewer orders other then, “I will met you in the next town, I have matters to tend to.”
Left to our own resources we found Keshian Traders in a shady inn. My brother could speak Kesh, and made an arrangement that they would educate us in the local language and culture (seeing as we have no way home, and even if we did we would be executed), and would pay us handsomely for giving them protection in their exploration of ruins for things to trade. Sense we had been trained by the the Prince for war we had skills that should serve well if needed.
We got to the ruins with our employers, were we found a pack of vile vermin (Kobolds) and some larger intelligent lizard-like creatures of which I had never seen before. After a brief battle and the near death of one of my brothers mounts we entered the catacombs beneath the central ruined structure, which seems to be a temple; but to what deity to know not. I doubt that it is one of light or life. With in the dark chambers I called forth the light of heaven to permit us sight, and deep with in the labyrinth the dead did not rest. Up until that point I had studied the various forms the restless dead could take but had never actually seen such an abomination in the flesh. A pair of wights stood guard over the chamber and we made quick work of them. May the Gods forgive my pride, but I was pleased with my brothers and my skills in the face of such evil.
As my holy light reached the far end of the huge dark chamber the world was set alight by the reflection of gold, silver, and gems as well as bejeweled items of all types lay around the base of a cold stone throne, wear a long dead king sat motionless. Dry skin stretched across yellowed bones beneath rags of his rotten robes, in his bony grasp a rune and jewel inlaid staff, and upon his desiccated skull a golden bejeweled crown. Its empty sockets staring outward into the darkened chamber. And this is where everything changed.
Suddenly, some will stronger then mine took a hold of me, and I was irresistibly drawn to the staff held with in the skeletons bony grip. The world fell away, and for that moment I knew nothing but that staff. I thought nothing of the danger, I had to touch the item and no force in the world could stop me. The shame I feel looking back on the moment that I could be so simply made the puppet. That my will was so weak.
As I stepped up to the corpse and taking the staff from its grip and admiring its beauty, reality came crashing back and I was left confused. Standing next to me was my brother Al who seemed equally enchanted by the crown which he was placing on his head. As the world came back to me the corpse suddenly came to life and grabbed both of us. In a unholy voice it spoke, “Now, you will know what it is like!” and it fell into dust and random bones unto its throne.
I know not what happened next with any certainty, my body was racked with white hot pain for what seemed like an eternity. The pain must have become to much for I found my self bathed in golden white light, blinded by it and unable to turn away. I suddenly felt peace and a gentle warm voice spoke to me.
“My child... I have chosen you to carry my light and my will into the world beyond my reach. I anoint you with a new body and you are reborn as a servant of the light, a bringer of life. Now go forth my disciple.”
The light faded, and I felt like I was falling. Suddenly, as if I had awoke from a dream, and into a nightmare I was cold and aching all over, and I heard the yells of my brothers and companion crying out in battle. Suddenly, the stench of the unholy and undead filled my new senses in away I have never experienced it before, and as if someone else was taking action I watched and felt my action and decisions as much as I was making them. I turned and with perfect clarity of sight in the dim light I saw an army of skeletons lead by a mummy and a minor demon engage my friends and family.
On white wings, and taloned feet I charged forward empowered by the will of the Gods. I let lose a torrent of heavenly energy over and over again filled with instinctive rage at the a front of such unholy evil in the world. Most of the skeletons were laid low and the Mummy charged me hitting me with its vile bony clawed hand, and by the power of the Gods I resisted its corrupting touch. My companions ran to my aid overwhelming the dark cleric, as I backed away and channeled that warm life giving energy directly into the damned creature's body delivering back to the grave with the failing blow.
I turned to face the demon only to find that it had summoned more of its kind into this world from what ever hellish place they come. However; the Keshian Traders personal body guard (a man of considerable stature and a large axe) had cut them down as quickly as the demons had appeared. In the following after math I suddenly realized; Wings!? Talons!? And I looked upon myself. My armor was in taters, I was till clutching the staff, but with yellow scaly hands, ending in black hooked talons. I was covered in white feathers (all over), standing on bird-like feet, a pair of wings extending from my back, and a hooked beak on my face. It was all to much and exhaustion, pain, and shock took me and I must have fainted. This was surely a nightmare.
I awoke among my companions. It was bright with the morning sun. Thank goodness, it was a nightmare...
I began to rise and found my position inhibited by my wings and tail feathers. I once again saw that I was not my self and that it was not a dream. I cried out in misery in a raggedy squawk; sounding like some bird like creature. “What am I? What have I become? I am a monster!” I wept.
I am trying to see this as the gift that the Gods have given me, but all I can think about is how am I going to live? Who will love me now? What am I to do?... And how does this staff fit in to it all?... My human vanity is blinding me, in accepting this gift of the Gods that I had been given. I have been anointed, the faithfuls dream of dreams while in this life. Though I have never heard of the anointed elders or priest being transformed into a white eagle creature.
My brother Al (who took the crown) did not fair any better then I. He also was changed; though into some sort of construct. He seems content with his new body, and situation. So for now, all I can think is that we have a new mission, dare I say (with truth and not pride) given directly from the Father of the Gods, the God of Light and Creation (The Sun God). Reluctant as I am, I will be dedicating my self to the Sun God now and hope the father will guide me, and the Goddess Sul will forgive me. I will focus on what I heard and let that guide me for now.
“My child... I have chosen you to carry my light and my will into the world beyond my reach. I anoint you with a new body and you are reborn as a servant of the light, a bringer of life. Now go forth my disciple.”
Daughter of the Gods, Amber.
==============================
I have also been working on a character portrait, after 4 different attempts here is the first one I like (though this one is obviously with a few more levels and some awesome gear):
Amber Sunbird
http://stickypawz.timduru.org/Art/S.....rPriestess.jpg
Enjoy *Grin*
Ryngs D. Ratt
All the works of man have their origin in creative fantasy. What right have we then to depreciate imagination.
~ Carl Jung
