Flight - Featherfall at will
Spells Prepared 3/2:
dagger(4) carried 4 lbs
Adventurer's Sash 3lbs - items in sash 2.5 lbs
Belt Pouch 3.2 lbs
Gear worn Clothes (5 lbs.)
M'ara values connections with people and places, knowing such things give power and purpose.
AC 15, touch 15, flat-footed 12 (+3 Dex, +2 size)
Speed 10 ft., fly 60 ft. (average)
Str 6, Dex 17, Con 11, Int 2, Wis 14, Cha 7
M'ara wakes lying on wet rock.
Memories of childhood learning at her Kholi's knee, the patterns of wind and soil, the movements of the herd and flock, the power of the spirits above and below.
No one tribe could contain two Kholi of equal power, M'ara well knew and her Kholi had many, many years of life left to her.
And so the days long journey across the plains to the rock of elders, a weathered spire of rock rising from the flat earth, a sacred place. Though she does not remember, the ritual would have taken some days to complete, the final step leaving her alone on the flat rock to face the elements, to awaken and live or to succumb and die.
Turning about, M'ara takes in the vista of her home, grassy plains extending in all directions. A deep breath, then smiling, she sees her pack and other possessions sitting dry under a tree. Settling in the dry protection of the tree, she takes some food from the pack and eats, the ritual had left her famished.
Satiated for now, M'ara then waits as the rain continues to fall, washing away all remnants of the Ghavii ritual. Satisfied that no echoes of that magic remained, M'ara walked out into the drizzle and sat at the very edge of the rock.
There she entered into a trance and allowed her spirit-self to roam the savannah, seeking the companion who would help guide her on her journey out into the world.
In her spirit-journey she passed many spirits, wise turtles, clever foxes, and inscrutable hill cats; finally, she had stopped to admire a particularly picturesque scene, a small meadow bordering a spring fed creek.
A plains hawk. M'ara thrilled at the majesty of the proud bird as it tore into the unfortunate rabbit's flesh. Stopping in mid-meal, the hawk turned its sharp gaze upon M'ara's ghostly form. < You'll do > a sardonic voice said in her mind.
Opening her eyes to the real world, the rain has lifted and M'ara lifts her eyes to the sky and sees high above a pinprick slowly revolving around the sun.
In a blink, the small dot descends and reveals itself to be a beautiful plains hawk, which flares its magnificent wings and settles quietly upon M'ara's upraised hand.
M'ara says "Greetings, I thank you for choosing to join me and sharing my destiny. I believe we shall call you ... Shivi (fierce in M'ara's language)"
From the bird, M'ara feels a sense of acceptance and love; and is thankful to have this beautiful animal as her companion.
Reaching the flat earth of the plain, she sets off Southward, toward the lands lost to Varisians and Chelish invaders.
Her travels first took her to the city of Kaer Maga, where she was shocked by the sheer size of the town, huge and bustling in comparison with her tribe’s small nomadic villages. Awed by the number of cultures represented in the chaotic city, she quickly passed through the City of Strangers and made her way down the escarpment to the town of Sirathu. In this smaller municipality, M'ara was able to relax among a community of her own kind for a time.
Many months later she had travelled to Magnimar , where she rested on the steps of one of the many massive stone houses in that city; that the most curious thing happened to her.
Quietly eating some street food, a shadow fell over her and a number of coins was tossed into her lap. Looking up startled, M'ara saw a plainly dressed woman with a basket of laundry at her hip looking at her expectantly.
She had seen displays such as this before; the mystic telling the customer what they wanted to hear, providing simple reassurance for a few coins.
M'ara made sure that she did not draw upon her patron's strength to augment her performance, to do so would be disrespectful. No she kept this a performance, an act, one that has led to many such performances as she travelled through Varisia; allowing her to almost always have a place to sit and earn enough coin to feed herself for the day .
One day M'ara was following her familiar when Shivi led her to the waterfront.
With a frown, the man told M'ara that unfortunately the ship was taking on water and all passengers and cargo were begin transfered to a caravan heading the same way out side of town.
With a look at Shivi, M'ara bade the man thanks and made her way to the caravan grounds.
There she found a chaotic swirl of men and cargo as room was found for the new additions.
Managing to catch the attention of one of the shouting men, M'ara arranged for herself to accompany the caravan on it's winding way up the coast.