Prophet, the (II)
The Prophet of modern day is a person surrounded by mystery. She was born to the powerful Avanesti Yaweanalumn family in Avanost. She and her brother, Voronfelmos, and sister, Evadaeriana, were triplets; the only set ever of elven birth. Many elves saw this as a sign of something great that would be happening in their lifetime, but things began to fall apart for the family. For some unknown reason, Voron was cast from Avanost as one of the Fallen, and he was never heard from again. Her sister Evadaeriana rose quickly in the ranks of the military, but the elven woman later known as the Prophet was yet to have done anything with her life, even though most thought of her as being the most beautiful among an already beautiful race.
One day, as she was spending yet another day wandering her family's beautiful garden, she came to the pond. There she beheld something that would forever change her life. A god was standing there waiting. It said its name was Dusios Vidu and claimed to have a message for her, of times that were to come of war and destruction. The god told her to seek out the Volumes in the world and gave her a small glimpse of the future that would come. This glimpse changed the Prophet for the rest of her life. The irises of her eyes immediately turned to white, although her vision remained perfect.
She ran from her meeting with Dusios to her family, raving about the wild things she had witnessed. After several days, she met with the leaders of Avanost, and the elves thought that she had gone mad. Instead of dealing with her, they branded her as Fallen and cut off the beautiful wings that had been her pride and joy. While she was still in shock, she was taken to the mainland of Adlatum and dumped with no food or water. The Avanesti removed all record of her existence from their city, including her name.
She was able to survive on her own, and for several years she lived alone and contemplated what to do and where to go with her life. Alone she hunted for the Volumes on Adlatum, and over the course of the next one hundred years, she was only able to track down one of the Volumes. She kept this book secret on her, even from those she thought she trusted. She realized though, that she would never be able to find all the Volumes on her own. Upon hearing of a great and valiant leader in the west, she traveled to the Midlands with her prophecy.
In 396 AD, the Prophet spoke with Montegron and was impressed with the confidence that he had and what she felt was genuine goodness for the people of Adlatum. She became infatuated with him, and they became lovers with Montegron promising to get her people to assist in finding the Volumes. She didn't know that he wanted to find them for himself.
Over the years, she followed fruitless lead after fruitless lead. Over time she began to grow disheartened as she slowly came to know Montegron. She finally realized that he was not what she believed him to be, and with the weight of the coming war on her conscious, her sanity began to slip. Unseen to anyone else, blood appeared on her hands, permanent stains caused by her own poor judgment to remind her that the coming deaths were her fault. Before she fell into total insanity and despair, the Brotherhood of the Prophet arrived to rescue her from Montegron's control. To her surprise, her brother Voron arrived with some of the Brotherhood to ease her misgivings. With his aid a majority of her sanity was restored, but the bloody stains on her hands, unseen by anyone but her, remained. Still keeping the one Volume of the Prophet she had on her secret, she escaped with them. Together with other adventurers, including one woman who claims to be Lord Montegron's niece, they set out to find the Volumes, even if it took the rest of their lives.
Female fallen Avanesti cleric of Dusios Vidu [Zivilyn] 6/righteous zealot 7
AC 18, touch 18, flat-footed 13 (+3 deflection, +5 Dexterity)
Spd 30 ft.
Str 8, Dex 20, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 16, Cha 18
Empower (Su) Once per day, the Prophet may cast one spell as though it had the Empower Spell feat applied to it. However, she casts the spell at its normal level, not at two levels higher, and uses the normal casting time of the spell.
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