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About Artair Mac Cionaoith

Artair Mac Cionaoith was born as a runty by-blow of a slave girl and one of the slaver's hired guards. Unbeknownst to his captors (and himself), Artair was the last descendant of an ancient Iobarian line. His many-times great grandmother sought the gilded boon of an Efreet, the ability to ignite the flames of passion in her lover's heart. The Efreet obliged, with one cruel twist: her passion-inducing presence would ignite feelings in every male she met. It was this curse that caused a violent slaver to take her from her village by force. He sired a brood of children on her prior to butchering her as an example to the rest of the slaves.

Many centuries later, Artair's mother was in captivity at the hands of Lorcán ó Dochartaigh when she was violated by one of Lorcán's guards. Months later, Artair was born into the violent world of a slaver camp. He barely managed to survive the long marches and vicious beatings by keeping his head down. After thirteen grueling years, Artair was being herded back towards his communal hut when he saw one of the guards lifting a young girl's skirt. With a low growl, Artair felt hatred boil up within his breast as he watched the guard start to take advantage of the slave girl. With a fling of his hand and a scream of fury, Artair launched a searing bolt of pure elemental fire at the guard, catching him full in the face. As the engulfed guard screamed in pain, and his compatriots ran to help, Artair bolted for the wilderness, tears stinging his eyes as he struggled to comprehend the power that had so violently manifested itself.

As he wandered the wilds of Iobaria, he stumbled upon a small hamlet where a cleric of Cayden Cailean took him in and showed him the way to inner peace. Maer taught him how to contain his rage, as well as how to safely shape his elemental magic into useful forms. After three years of tutelage, Maer noticed the building feelings of destiny and wanderlust in his student. With a heavy heart, he pointed the young man to a port city that could take him (eventually) to the land of Andoran.

Once he arrived in Andoran, he pledged himself to the Society's service through the Andoran faction, with a hope of stamping out the taint of slavery throughout Golarion. He spent the next two years steadfastly traveling the world, spreading the message of Andoran freedom to the downtrodden.

Artair is no longer the runty boy he once was. His years of wandering have hardened him into a wiry young man, whose wild tresses of ebony hair frame a dusky face and shadowed eyes. Upon looking into his eyes, one can see the tormented passion raging behind his calm veneer.