...they all call me crazy,
crazy I'm telling you! Just because I grew up in this nice, cushy city. Oh, it's not like I didn't do work. Had to start at a tavern, washing dishes and rags and fetching water as a kid. Why? Well, my dad owned it, of course. My older brother was going to inherit but for some reason I was the one who had to learn everything about how to run the place. So silly, right? Well, guess someone else thought so. One of all those festival days in Egorian the Shlynites pull me up on stage and tell me to just sing my heart out. Don't know why they get a free pass when everyone else in Cheliax practically has to sign their name in triplicate to go to any church but the big guy with the horns...
Oh, yes, I do know who he is, but it doesn't do too well to dwell on him. That's how you get into that mess, after all.
...the point? Oh, right! I'm getting there, but don't rush okay? It's kind of weird. The temple people were all really nice, but they wanted me to spend all day praying to the goddess. I believe, I really do, but sitting around in prayer all the time is boring. They seemed to be convinced I could be something special, but I dunno. There were chores too, but that was actually better. At least I wasn't sitting at a rock and praying all the time. I just wanted to sing, which is why they really brought me there. I went home to my family at night, and they actually paid me for my chores, so at least it wasn't living like a nun or anything.
Oh, right, and singing lessons. That's really what they wanted, I think. They thought I had a pretty voice and they told me to sing so I could make all the daily rituals special. It was a lot of hard work too, but it was worth it. I really enjoy singing.
Look, I'm getting there. Anyway, one day the priests from the temple of Asmodeus drop by. Oh, everyone pretends they're the tax collectors, but they don't exactly hide the barbed pentagrams and blood-stained maces, now do they? It's right in the middle of my turn to do the singing, and I was told never to stop for anything, so I don't. I couldn't really follow what they were talking about, but I think the Asmodeans weren't happy about the tax collection. The funny thing was, when one of them got angry he tried to hit the high priestess, and even though it was out of nowhere. But he couldn't hit her, it was like this glass sphere was in the way. Suddenly everyone was looking at me, but the evil priests couldn't get close. I don't think they tried too hard, just decided that a little girl wasn't worth it. Eventually they all worked it out and the evil priests got the money they came for.
Things were really different after that. Everyone seemed relieved that I wasn't in the kitchens or cleaning up anymore. Just because of one little grease fire. Okay, maybe it was more like ten. And it isn't my fault I slipped on the floors I just mopped all the time...
Oh, right. After that I really just had to pray every morning and work on my singing. The rest of the time I got to study, or sit around and do whatever I wanted. They did make me learn how to wear armor and swing those glaives around...but for some reason everybody always wanted to stand way back when I did it. Hmph. I only hit the instructor with the flat side when I turned around, he was never really hurt...
There were bards and storytellers in and out of the temple all the time, telling us about all the beautiful places in the world, but it was always the Mwangi that really got me excited. Well, I studied all I could about it, the maps, the languages...I only ever really got down a few, but I'm sure it'll help. I decided I was going to go there and see it for myself! The goddess has given us all this wondrous things in such a place, and almost no one who can appreciate it ever sees them! Even the natives have missed so much, it seems like.
...what? Why are you laughing at me too? Everybody laughs when I tell them that!
Note that Erana sings her verbal components. Just an RP thing, mostly.
