To the humanoids of Golarion, the god Easivra is a curiosity, at best. A god of an obscure race of bat-men in the Mwangi expanse, his worship among humanoids is nearly nonexistent. Easivra has done nothing to change this perception. This is not for lack of worshippers or willpower, rather a lack of interest on his part. His followers among the humanoids are nothing more than anomalies. He is, after all, the patron of all noble eagles on Golarion.
The noble eagles have taken upon themselves the mantle of the protectors of birdkind and the Dawn Eagle as their progenitor and patron. Evil has no place among the beauty and purity of the sky, they say, and it is their duty to ensure it stays that way. Intensely proud of their heritage, great lineages of righteous warriors known as Roosts define their society.
It was into this collection of holy champions that Clalaak was born, the first child of his mother Seerkii and the 78th descendant of Swiftwing, the semi-mythical founder of his Roost. He was taught the mysteries and doctrines of Easivra from hatching, learning the nobility of their purpose and the absolute necessity of their cause. It was his pride and his duty to follow in the wingbeats of his forebears, and he took to the skies to prove himself in glorious battle against the corruptors of the skies.
A group of Beheaded had been spotted in his family’s territory in the Verduran Forest, and he was eager to prove himself. He swooped in for the kill against a straggler, but as he did, three more intercepted him. Midair duels between flying beasts are a terrifying and glorious affair, and this was no exception. He flew as hard as he could, but despite his best efforts, the Beheaded overwhelmed him. He plummeted towards the ground, and he knew it was his end.
He closed his eyes and saw an eagle with wings of fire, it’s cry a call to righteous battle. It was Easivra, it had to be! He opened his eyes and found his wounds healed, his body full of vigor. He flew at a Beheaded and crushed it between his talons, before setting his sights on the rest.
When the battle was done he rested for a time and knew beyond a doubt he had been chosen to fight back against evil and to challenge humanity by inspiring them to be the best they could be. He would stay in the Verduran Forest, protecting it’s skies from any more incursions by creatures that would despoil them.