About Ahreni, Fallen Angel
Female Azata-Blooded Aasimar Rogue 1
Init +4 (+4 Dex)
Fort +1 (0 base, +1 Con)
Sap +3, d6-1NL (+d6), x2
Spd 30 ft
Base Atk +0 (+0.75 Rogue)
Total Points: 13 [1x(8 Rogue + 2 Int + 1 FBC + 2 background)]
Once I was an angel, full of faith and promise. I was a healer, I could remove fear and pain, I could cure madness with a touch and a word. I lived for the good I could do and I served Heaven with all my heart – until I met Damien. A cleric called me to his small house to treat his mother who was dying. I couldn’t help her, but I eased her pain and when Damien cried upon my wings I enfolded him until he stopped sobbing. I never returned to Heaven after that. His grief touched my heart in a way I couldn’t describe and at first I stayed to help him. I hid myself as a normal woman and we lived together for months after his mother died.
I don’t know when I fell in love but when the time came and I knew he was cured, or as cured as a man can be from such loss I knew I couldn’t leave him. So I refused the call of Heaven and settled in Stoneford. We married and he gave me a beautiful girl. We named her Anya after her grandmother and we were so happy together. Then Heaven grew tired of being refused.
The Glorious Reclamation came to Stoneford. There was no reason to. It’s a village, barely forty people on one end of a small ford to a smaller river but still they came, a Knight in full armor, thirty men-at-arms and an Angel. They demanded we surrender Stoneford in the name of Iomedae, declaring us ‘liberated’ from House Thrune and Cheliax and under the leadership of the Glorious Reclamation. We refused. Thrune never troubled with Stoneford. We paid our taxes and no-one cared. There wasn’t even a shrine to Asmodeus, that’s how much the gods mattered to us. Damien led the men and refused point blank. That’s when the Angel turned to me. ‘Heaven calls you home.’ He told me. ‘Do your duty and come with us.’ I refused, Damien tried to protect me and the Angel struck him down. I killed him for that. I put a dagger through his heavenly eye and wept with the pain I felt as he struck down the man I loved. As he fell the men of Stoneford charged and I charged with them.
The next thing I knew I woke up in the river, half drowned and surrounded by the broken feathers of my wings. Some of the women pulled me out and told me what happened. The Knight, Graxus, felled me and condemned me to die for murder. Anya threw herself on my body and begged for my life. Graxus spared me and took her. He took my daughter, the most precious being in Heaven above or Hell below, and left me broken.
I vowed then that I would find him and get my daughter back. Heaven and the Glorious Reclamation have taken everything from me. My powers are gone, taken the moment I used them against one of my own kind but I don’t care. I will find them, I will fight them and I will destroy them. This is Cheliax, home of Hell on Golarion and if I have to sell my soul to do it I will destroy them and I will find my daughter!”
Ahreni closed the diary quickly, so that her tears didn’t smudge the charcoal. “But first,” she murmured quietly, looking out of the wagon at the approaching town. “First I bury my husband. Then I take revenge.”