-----Trained Adventuring Skills-----
-----Trained Background Skills-----
-----Changeling Racial Traits:-----
-----Mythic Tier:3 | Living Saint | Hierophant |-----
-----The Anemoi - Mists of Revelation-----
9: Greater Spell Penetration
2nd: Make Whole | Divine Trident | Hold Person | Silence |
3rd: Stone Shape | Chain of Perdition
4th: Blessing of Fervor | Greater Make Whole | Restoration
Feat: Spell Penetration
Living Saint Abilities:
Deliverance (Su)3rd: Whenever you would die as the result of a failed save, you may expend one use of mythic power to automatically succeed on that save.
Spell Slot Accretion (Ex)3rd: You may sacrifice two spell slots of the same level to gain one spell slot of the next level. You may repeat this process as often as desired. Thus you could sacrifice four 2nd-level spell slots to gain two 3rd-level slots and then sacrifice those two 3rd-level slots to gain a single 4th-level slot. Any gained slot must be of a spell level you can cast.
Endless Power (Su)6th: You gain the ability to cast spells without expending your power. If you are capable of casting divine spells of 5th level or higher, whenever you cast a 1st-level divine spell, it is either not expended (if you prepare spells) or doesn’t use up a spell slot (if you casts spells spontaneously). You can select this ability more than once. Each time you do, the level of divine spells you can cast without expending the spell or using up the spell slot increases by one, to a maximum of 3rd level.
Hierophant Path Abilities:
Enduring Blessing (Su)3rd: Whenever you cast a spell with a duration of 10 minutes per level or longer upon one willing target, you can change that spell's duration to 24 hours. If the spell has other duration conditions, those still apply (for example, the duration of stoneskin changes to 24 hours or until discharged). A creature can't be subject to more than one spell affected by this ability at a time; if another is cast upon the creature, the first one ends. You can select this ability a second time at 6th tier or higher. The second time you select it, you can use it on spells with a duration of 1 minute per level or longer.
Universal Path Abilities:
Longevity (Su): Upon taking this ability, you can no longer die from old age. If you have penalties to your physical ability scores due to aging, you no longer take those penalties. You still continue to age, and you gain all the benefits to your mental ability scores.
"Happy birthday, Ayreth!" The older woman hugged the young girl tightly.
"It isn't my birthday yet, Sister Gia. We still have a few hours," the young girl quietly replied.
"Soon enough." The affectionate Sister stepped back and brushed some of the long white hair back from the girl's face. "You are so beautiful. You shouldn't hide behind your hair."
Ayreth looked at her caretaker for a moment, one eye golden, reflecting the firelight, the other eye midnight blue, absorbing it. She self-consciously pulled her hair back down, veiling half her face and her golden eye. "I should finish up and go to sleep."
Later that night, Ayreth was woken by a beguiling feminine voice. For a brief moment, she thought it was her mother. She dismissed the notion quickly. This voice was soft, like her own, and compelling. She knew it was calling to her, though she couldn't make out the words. She rose from her bed, exited the cottage, and followed the voice into the woods.
Ayreth was not aware of how much time passed as she walked. The woods seemed to be in an eternal twilight, neither day nor night. Mist clung to the ground and the trees. And still the voice called, compelling her forward. At some point, the trees ended at a tiny clearing in front of the entrance to a cave. Run. Ayreth stepped forward to the cave's mouth, running her hand along the stone. The voice's call was almost overwhelming at this point. She could almost understand what it was trying to tell her. Run. Ayreth brushed at the air near her face as if swatting away a pest.
As she stepped inside the cave, Ayreth saw that it was finely furnished, as if someone of means was living there. In fact, there was a blazing fire in a huge hearth. The fireplace seemed to be a natural formation of the cave wall. Out of the shadows on the side of the hearth stepped a feminine form. Ayreth could not make out any details because the fire was at the woman's back. Ayreth stepped closer to change the angle. Run. The unknown woman was incredibly beautiful. And she was singing to Ayreth, calling to her. the woman held out her hands and Ayreth placed her own hands into them. The singing stopped and the woman said in a melodious voice, "You have finally come, my dear. I have waited for this moment for so long."
"Who are you?," Ayreth inquired timidly, intimidated by the other woman's beauty.
"I'm Belda, your mother, of course," she replied reassuringly.
"My mother?," Ayreth asked hopefully, her voice rising above its normal volume. "I've never known her."
"You do now." The woman, Belda, stepped further into the light, revealing her midnight blue eyes. Ayreth gasped, knowing that one of her own eyes reflected that same color. "Yes, dear, we are going to know each other very well in the coming years." She reached up in an oddly familiar gesture and brushed the hair away from the other side of the girl's face and recoiled. Run! Ayreth quickly pulled the hair back to cover herself again, ashamed of what the woman, her mother, had seen. "So you are also your father's child? We will fix that shortly," she continued, an edge creeping into her voice. She turned to the immense cauldron over the fire. Had that been there the whole time?
"My father? He had silver eyes? Nobody that I have met has them." Ayreth was confused and her voice was diminished again.
Belda laughed, but it wasn't beautiful or reassuring. "No, it's very rare for meat to have them. Your father was special, though," she said, gesturing to something on the mantle. Ayreth took a few steps towards the object. It was a skull, humanoid looking, but with tusks, with a silver ring beside it. Run! Ayreth could not decide if the woman had meant the skull or the ring.
"I don't understand."
"He was a holy warrior of some sort. A fine hunt, that was. Righteous and pure, tender and delicious, he was," she cackled. "But don't worry, we'll rip that purity right out of you, dearie."
Ayreth reached out towards the ring, the woman's words not registering. The moment that she touched it, the fog finally lifted from her mind. Run! Run! Run! Run! The word repeated in her mind without end in a man's voice. It was gruff, not beguiling in the way that Belda's had been. She looked around, seeing the cave for what it really was, a hovel. The furnishings had once been fine, but were worn and dirty, a farce of luxury. Afraid to look, Ayreth steeled her will and turned towards Belda. She was revealed in her true form, a huge, hunchbacked crone with skin that was black and blue, as if the entirety of her was bruised. Run! Run! Run! Run!
The cauldron bubbled and Ayreth thought she saw a child's arm rise to the surface. It was pushed down by the hag. "He was my father and you are my mother," Ayreth stated with conviction, somehow knowing it to be true, but hoping for a denial.
"Of course, dearie. I just said that." The witch continued to stir. Tears fell down Ayreth's cheeks. Run! Run! Run! Run! Discovering that this monster was her mother filled her with emotions that she did not know how to control. Run! Run! Run! Run! Summoning her courage and her rage, she lashed out, shoving the crone forward into the cauldron. Run! Run! Run! Run! The hag came up screaming. Run! Run! Run! Run! Finally, Ayreth ran.
Ayreth ran out of the cave and ran into the woods. She ran through the mist until she could not run anymore. Out of breath, heart racing, legs aching, the girl hid behind a tree. With tears streaming down, she put her face in her hands, attempting to be quiet. It was that gesture that made her realize that she still had the ring in her hands. She looked at it closely in the dim light, glad to distract herself from the terror and exhaustion that she felt. It was a silver band with two etchings on it. Two figures in flight, the first, an angel, the second, a dragon. It was a large ring, or seemed that way in her tiny hands.
Did the ring belong to my father? It seemed reasonable that it had been the hag's trophy of his murder. If it had belonged to him, then it is my inheritance. It is all that I have left of my parents. At least, it's the only legacy that I want. That thought inspired her to slip it on her thumb. As soon as she did, a hand slipped over her mouth, muffling her ensuing screams. A face slipped into her field of vision. It was a bestial face with grayish skin. The heavy brow was furrowed, and long canine teeth protruded from its mouth. It put its arm against her shoulders, pinning her to the tree. Between her weakened state and the sheer size difference, Ayreth knew that she wasn't going anywhere.
"No cry. I help. Please no scream. I remove hand, you no scream.," a rough, gravelly male voice emitted from his mouth. Eyes wide in fear and shock, Ayreth slowly nodded. It... err, he can speak. What new terror is this? He took his hand off and waited, their gazes never breaking contact. When she did not scream, he nodded. "Please no run. Run from evil bit... err, witch, not me." He removed his arm, trusting her. She adjusted her position and he looked concerned.
"Who are you?"
He hit his chest with his fist in some sort of salute. "Thark. I help. You no cry. Keep safe from witch."
Ayreth wiped the tears from her eyes. "Ayreth. I know your voice. You were the one telling me to run." Thark nodded. And that was how Ayreth met Thark.
In the coming days, Thark taught her how to survive. He taught her how to hunt and fish, how to hide, and the ways of orcs, as he was a half-orc. He taught her about honor and combat. Her affection for the half-orc grew even faster than her skills. And each day, they searched for a way out of the mist. They avoided being caught by the hag, but they were snared by her mist, unable to leave her territory.
One day, out of the mist appeared a man, another half-orc. "I am Zhen. I seek my son." He looked the slight girl over. "You are not him. But, there is something..." His voice trailed off. Thark stepped out from behind a tree, but the stranger did not acknowledge him, his focus entirely on the girl.
"I'm Ayreth. Is it Thark? We have been trying to find our way out of the mist for such a long time. Do you know the way?," she asked, her voice hopeful.
"We?" Zhen looked around. He turned in Thark's direction, raising his nose and sniffing the air. "I see," he said gravely. "Come with me." He turned quickly, not waiting for an answer. Ayreth and Thark followed.
They walked for some time, taking peculiar turns, doubling back occasionally. Zhen never changed his pace. The entire time Thark trailed just behind Ayreth. She would occasionally look back at him and smile. Each time, he simply nodded in response, never betraying his thoughts about their possible escape. Finally, they came to a place where the mist clearly ended.
"Thark, do you see it? It is real!" She rushed out into the first sunshine she had seen in a very long time, their new companion forgotten. She spun in circles, head back, arms extended, basking her fair skin in the warmth. She looked back to Thark, who was still standing in the mist. "Thark, come." She took a step towards him. The half-orc shook his head. Her voice turned desperate. "You must. You gave your word." He continued to look at her impassively. "No, don't do this," she pleaded. Thark did not move. "You never promised that, did you? You promised to help me escape, but you never promised that you would escape."
Ayreth went to her knees at the edge of the mist. Her tiny fists beat at the ground in anger. She looked up at Thark again, tears in her eyes for the first time since they had met. The moment gave her the courage to ask the question to which she thought she knew the answer. "You are my father, aren't you?," she asked, searching his face for the answer. For the first time, his beautifully ugly face smiled. As the mist swallowed him and his image began to fade, he offered one last piece of advice, "Run."
"No." Ayreth stood again, filled with resolve. On her left thumb, she was wearing his ring. With her right hand, she grasped it. She created an anchor in her mind and reached towards the fading Thark with her consciousness. "Run with me." A sudden rush and his image came into focus. She pulled at the line connecting him to the anchor in her mind. Slowly, he began moving towards her. At the edge of the mist, it became more of a struggle. Mentally, she wiggled the line back and forth, trying to draw him through it. Finally, in a rush, it happened. Without any more resistance, his spirit came hurtling out, slamming into the petite girl. The impact knocked Ayreth down on her back. A scream of rage was heard in the distance. As she sat up, Zhen put a hand on her shoulder.
"It is time for us to leave, little one."