About Kera MvashtiSome paths can't be discovered without first becoming lost. Kera Mvashti
Background, Appearance, and Personality:
The Mvashti clan’s roots run as deep as any oak, its progeny reaching skyward on great, fabled limbs that seem to tickle the very stars in the sky. Perhaps it is owing to some starluck that the family and their kin have flourished in the Varisian woodlands, prairies, and hinterlands. Singers, fortune tellers, and hired hands, the Mvashti’s have traveled these woods for generations, staking out some small piece of Varisia as their own, but never staying in one place too long, heavens no. As the wind changes, so does their destination, and it is peculiar to find them congregated in any one place for any given time, save the sacred harvest and moon festivals of which they are so fond. Kera was born eighteen summers past, in the back of a rolling cart near the tail end of the caravan. Her mother Arya is niece to the famed Niska Mvashti, whose daughter Koya herself served as midwife at the birth. At that time, Koya was still a young woman, and watched over Kera from time to time as the little girl grew. Both Arya and Koya must have sensed the power that Kera possessed, for they agreed that the child should visit Sandpoint from time to time to visit with and come to know Kera’s great aunt, the Madame herself. Kera always enjoyed these visits, and never questioned the way that Niska would worry over her palms and teeth, as though she found something peculiar or vexing about these things. To Kera, her hands looked like any others, albeit a bit small on account of her being a child. Still, Niska and Koya were always kind to her, and she grew to love them, their large, rambling manor house, and Sandpoint itself. And while the desire of the older women to remain in one place perplexed her, she was able to enjoy the best of both worlds, traveling with her parents and the caravan through the warmer months, and spending the cold months with her aunts near the ocean. When Kera was eight years old, she and her mother were present in Sandpoint and attended the infamous Swallowtail Festival that marked the grand opening of the Sandpoint Cathedral. She witnessed the goblin raid on the town and her mother’s efforts, along with a group of fellow adventurers, in defending the town. It was not long after that her mother left to seek out and defeat that threat, and left Kera behind in Sandpoint in the capable hands of her aunts. Kera spent her days tending to the house and exploring the town. She grew quite fond of the Turandarok Academy’s book collection and, though headmaster Gandethus had a reputation for being a strict schoolmaster, appreciated the rogue’s girl natural curiosity. He sometimes lent her books on Varisian folklore, history, and religion. Sometimes she would stand outside the playhouse, peering through its grand doors, and listen to Cyrdrak embellish upon the details of that evening’s plays. Once she even bartered for a ticket, agreeing to help stitch together costumes for an upcoming community production of The Goat Herder’s Daughter. To this day it remains one of the highlights of her time in Sandpoint. And then the dragon came, flying in advance of a small army of giants. As though sent by Desna herself, Kera’s mother and her band of adventurers arrived just in time. While the battle raged, Kera hid in the basement of Sandpoint Savories with the Avertin women. After the battle, she joined in with everyone else in adoring the defenders of Sandpoint. Yet while she wanted nothing more than to be with her mother, Arya had serious matters to attend to in the east. Not long after, Kera’s powers began to appear. At first it was little things--flowers would sing to her, or tell her jokes. Her own shadow would play tricks on her, and sometimes they would chase each other through the house. Her aunts merely chuckled, and told her she was to be a priestess of the Spheres. Kera had known that some men and women of her large family carried that title, but she wasn’t sure what it all meant. ”Wear’t with pride, m’dear,” Niska had told her, ”Desna’s blessed ya with her kiss. Now...” the old woman took Kera gently by the hand, leading her to the drawing room, ”...have you ever read a harrow card?” In the years following, Kera blossomed into a strong young woman, growing into her life in the caravan, and her role as a priestess of Desna, as easily as ivy climbs a tree. She now lives for the open road, the beautiful landscapes of Varisia, the sun on her back, and the company of her friends and family. The caravan has recently settled right outside of Roderic’s Cove, after spending six months roaming the Churlwood, and Kera is looking forward to becoming better acquainted with her extended family and the others who call this town home. She doesn’t see her mother as often as either would like, but Arya is now a famous adventurer, a powerful witch in the best sense of the word, and Kera knows she has many responsibilities. It makes her glad, actually, to know that Arya is able to travel the world and see exciting places, and meet all sorts of interesting people. In fact, Kera hopes that Desna will bless her life in exactly the same way... Personality
Appearance
Sihedron Hero:
Kera’s mother, Arya Mvashti, female human witch Character Advancement:
Level 1: FCB (skill point), Feat (Harrowed), Racial Bonus Feat (Selective Channeling), Caravan Bond, Channel 1d6 Time Zone: Eastern Standard Time Harrow Dice:
Roll 1d9 and 1d6. 1=LG
1=Str
1,1 - The Paladin - Str
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