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[[File:Brand - Face Shot copy (merged).png|right|middle|thumb|Brand]]''First, there was darkness.''
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''Darkness so deep, so close--'''No. He just needs to open his eyes.'''''
[[File:Ayoma Bes - Face Shot copy.png|right|middle|thumb|Ayoma Bes]]''With every puff of catnip smoke she partakes, the cat goddess puffs twice more.''




''C’mon. Open. OPEN!''
''A very strange sight indeed. No, a resplendent one, perhaps? Her Worship is, as one would expect, quite hard to pin down.''




''He takes a deep breath--'''forgetting to do so for a while, no wonder opening his eyes felt so heavy'''--peeks from beneath his eyelids, and was greeted by another kind of darkness. One glittered by many small lights, and one giant, round big one--'''what are they called again? Oh yeah, the stars and the moon'''--above him.''
''“And so!” She exclaims after taking a giant puff.''




''Then, there was familiarity. He’d been through this; somehow, he knows he’d been through this already.''
''“I know that my very enchanting and empowered and fickle and bodacious and just general awesomeness gathers a bunch of weirdos… But still! Shouldn’t THAT mean I am a very all-embracing goddess!?”''




''That’s about the only thing that he knows, though.''
''“I suppose one can extrapolate so, Your Worship.''




''He takes several more deep breaths--'''ragged breaths, coughing blood wildly'''--and focuses his mind. Reaching for something, anything that he could remember. He tried to remember himself.''
''“Someone should help me spread this! Like, I married Anu-Akma, for claw's sake! I’m literally related to gnolls now; inclusivity should be part of my domain and portfolio!"''




''Nothing.''
''“One probably should, indeed.''




''His name. Nothing.''
''“Right!? Right!? To begin with, a goddess as vast as I am has many facets! Why would I only have one type of weirdo to be the majority of my followers? I can be a good and caring goddess too!”''




''Where he is. Nothing.''
''She takes another catnip puff; a good one. Ayoma herself prefers to take small puffs with high intervals; easier to enjoy that way. Plus, this is a very strange high she is experiencing; would be a waste to rush thro--''




''Where he was. Nothing.''
''"Actually, you do it!"''




''This is bad. This feels bad. Right? But worse is that he is not panicking much, because somehow, he knows this is how it should be.''
''“Why, that’ll be--eh?”''




''He looks at himself, trying to see if there’s anything on him that can give him somethi--oh wow, he’s naked. Ok, that’s a bit more troublesome. No equipment? No sword in hand, at least? Not that he remembers, but he feels like knowing that coming to the middle of a woods--'''dark forest, tall grass, glistening eyes of night predators watching, looking, judging if he is prey or not'''--buck naked to be stupid means at least he isn’t stupid enough to do it. To not even say of how he has nothing as a cl--''
''“Yep! I like you. You shall be my prophet, to spread far and wide of Bastet’s generosity and all-encompassing nature!”''




''Wait.''
''''




''What’s this on his right arm? A tattoo? No, a scar. Both? The tattoo covers the scar, it seems. A brand?''
''“...Eh?''




''Intricate design. Runic--'''how does he know that word, though?'''--symbols, three of them, make up the main focus of this...brand. The longer he looks at it, the more if feels like the symbols turn and twirl, sucking him in--''
=<span id="Background" class="mw-headline">Background</span>=
 
Followers of Bastet are always...unusual, to say the least, owing the wild and fickle nature of their patron goddess.
 
''Whoa there. Okay.''
 
 
''His thoughts seemingly become more and more coherent as time goes by. Enough to register of how bad of an idea it would be to keep on staying here. It’s cold, it’s noisy--'''the woods is silent, no, it’s filled to the brim with activity, no, it’s silent because how was he supposed to hear the night denizens moving about anyway?'''--and he needs to get moving. Right. Get up now.''
 
 
''As he runs to, well, not particularly anywhere--'''there’s a track. A game trail. Good, that means sooner or later he will either meet something or the hunter of something'''--his arm keeps swinging next to him, the brand a whirl in the air.''
 
 
''The brand.''
 


''Brand.''


Ayoma is a bit of an exception to that, though. One can say she is a weirdo among weirdos.




<h1>Background</h1>
She was a lukewarm worshipper of Bastet, at most. Most who worship the cat goddess are drawn by her free spirit, her wild abandon nature, or just general opportunism. She, on the other hand, prefers to take a nap under the sun when available, taking it easy, and just getting along with everyone. Though… one can say that that is but another facet of Bastet herself. And as it turns out, that is exactly what Her Worship needs at the moment.
=<span id="Background" class="mw-headline">Background</span>=
It’s been about a year since he found himself waking up in this unknown land. No knowledge of how, not remembering his own name, and nothing even to pursue.
 


Well. Besides just staying alive.


Bastet’s followers are ever growing; what was once a collection of motley crew has now grown to a strange medley of large followers. Emphasis on strange. Most of Bastet followers are chaotic in nature, earning them--and by extension, Bastet herself-- ...not exactly a good natured image.


Then again, he’s not exactly equipped with completely nothing. To be exact, he has 2 things going on for him. One, he found out--or knew--that he’s a damn good fighter. Whatever this land is, it’s not without peril, which is good for him. There’s at least some means to gather some coins and scrap by until tomorrow, every day.


Obviously, that will not do. The cat goddess is ever lovely and adorable! And she gets along with everyone else! So something must be done; the people must know of this facet of hers!


The other is this brand on his right arm. Too intricate to dismiss, even if he doesn’t know--or remember--what it means. Still, it feels important.


Was it but luck? A turn of the wheel of fate? Or just the goddess’ whim? Ayoma was the one the goddess visited in a vision, and spontaneously described as a prophet to spread her truth. And she’s… fine with it, actually? If nothing else, this gives her a firmer foundation of her faith, so to speak, and he merely needs to do what he mostly is already doing anyway.


So might as well begin his new life with it.


And so over the years, Ayoma holds the goddess’s word in hera heart and circulates it, beginning in Per-Bastet, the metropolis and center of the Dome of the Divine Face of Bastet. She climbs through the rank and soon becomes a prominent voice in Per-Bastet, much to the Dome of the Divine Face of Bastet’s high priestess, Nafrini’s, chagrin. She met people, others like him. Nemale Sanura, a child of the divine. Tau Re, a paragon and seer. Those she grew to care and love...


Such is how Brand, the human fighter, began his trek across the land of Nuria-Natal as sword-for-hire, encountering its turbulence and beauty as he brings his foot towards wherever luck would bring him to.


---One day, rumour of treasures to be found in an underground complex beneath the Mountain of Rebirth reached the ears of the temple, and the priesthood discussed whether or not this merits further investigation. It would be most troublesome if this location is related to Set and the Dome of the Divine Face of Bastet is not involved, after all. So, of course Nemale requested, no, demanded, that she be the one to go to the Tomb of the Serpent King.


One day, rumour of treasures to be found in an underground complex beneath the Mountain of Rebirth reaches his ears….


However, child of Bastet she may be, but not even she can demand to strut around a dangerous tomb of certain doom. At least, not without extra layers of protection. Ayoma and Tau were then sent to accompany, protect, and if need be, drag her back.




<h1>Reconsecration of the Tomb</h1>
Thus, the kitten, the old cat, and the lioness have come to face the serpent!
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Upon encountering the desecration and shadows infesting the Tomb, Ayoma decided to utilizes her status and position to take upon herself the responsibility of spearheading the hallowing and reconsecration of the location
Upon encountering the desecration and shadows infesting the Tomb, Ayoma decided to utilizes her status and position to take upon herself the responsibility of spearheading the hallowing and reconsecration of the location

Revision as of 13:46, 15 April 2021

 
Race Werelion
Age 69
Height 5'9
Weight 120 lbs.
Class Cleric - Peace Domain

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Ayoma Bes

With every puff of catnip smoke she partakes, the cat goddess puffs twice more.


A very strange sight indeed. No, a resplendent one, perhaps? Her Worship is, as one would expect, quite hard to pin down.


“And so!” She exclaims after taking a giant puff.


“I know that my very enchanting and empowered and fickle and bodacious and just general awesomeness gathers a bunch of weirdos… But still! Shouldn’t THAT mean I am a very all-embracing goddess!?”


“I suppose one can extrapolate so, Your Worship.”


“Someone should help me spread this! Like, I married Anu-Akma, for claw's sake! I’m literally related to gnolls now; inclusivity should be part of my domain and portfolio!"


“One probably should, indeed.”


“Right!? Right!? To begin with, a goddess as vast as I am has many facets! Why would I only have one type of weirdo to be the majority of my followers? I can be a good and caring goddess too!”


She takes another catnip puff; a good one. Ayoma herself prefers to take small puffs with high intervals; easier to enjoy that way. Plus, this is a very strange high she is experiencing; would be a waste to rush thro--


"Actually, you do it!"


“Why, that’ll be--eh?”


“Yep! I like you. You shall be my prophet, to spread far and wide of Bastet’s generosity and all-encompassing nature!”


'


“...Eh?”


Background

Followers of Bastet are always...unusual, to say the least, owing the wild and fickle nature of their patron goddess.


Ayoma is a bit of an exception to that, though. One can say she is a weirdo among weirdos.


She was a lukewarm worshipper of Bastet, at most. Most who worship the cat goddess are drawn by her free spirit, her wild abandon nature, or just general opportunism. She, on the other hand, prefers to take a nap under the sun when available, taking it easy, and just getting along with everyone. Though… one can say that that is but another facet of Bastet herself. And as it turns out, that is exactly what Her Worship needs at the moment.


Bastet’s followers are ever growing; what was once a collection of motley crew has now grown to a strange medley of large followers. Emphasis on strange. Most of Bastet followers are chaotic in nature, earning them--and by extension, Bastet herself-- ...not exactly a good natured image.


Obviously, that will not do. The cat goddess is ever lovely and adorable! And she gets along with everyone else! So something must be done; the people must know of this facet of hers!


Was it but luck? A turn of the wheel of fate? Or just the goddess’ whim? Ayoma was the one the goddess visited in a vision, and spontaneously described as a prophet to spread her truth. And she’s… fine with it, actually? If nothing else, this gives her a firmer foundation of her faith, so to speak, and he merely needs to do what he mostly is already doing anyway.


And so over the years, Ayoma holds the goddess’s word in hera heart and circulates it, beginning in Per-Bastet, the metropolis and center of the Dome of the Divine Face of Bastet. She climbs through the rank and soon becomes a prominent voice in Per-Bastet, much to the Dome of the Divine Face of Bastet’s high priestess, Nafrini’s, chagrin. She met people, others like him. Nemale Sanura, a child of the divine. Tau Re, a paragon and seer. Those she grew to care and love...


---One day, rumour of treasures to be found in an underground complex beneath the Mountain of Rebirth reached the ears of the temple, and the priesthood discussed whether or not this merits further investigation. It would be most troublesome if this location is related to Set and the Dome of the Divine Face of Bastet is not involved, after all. So, of course Nemale requested, no, demanded, that she be the one to go to the Tomb of the Serpent King.


However, child of Bastet she may be, but not even she can demand to strut around a dangerous tomb of certain doom. At least, not without extra layers of protection. Ayoma and Tau were then sent to accompany, protect, and if need be, drag her back.


Thus, the kitten, the old cat, and the lioness have come to face the serpent!

Reconsecration of the Tomb

Upon encountering the desecration and shadows infesting the Tomb, Ayoma decided to utilizes her status and position to take upon herself the responsibility of spearheading the hallowing and reconsecration of the location