Blessings 3/day
- Trickery(minor): create a single mirror image for 1 round/level
- War(minor): bless an ally for 1 minute, granting their choice of +10 ft. to land speed, +1 dodge to AC, +1 insight on attack rolls, or +1 luck on saves (can be changed each round)
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Backstory:
The Mwangi Expanse, with its variety of flora and fauna, is a treasure trove for explorers, naturalists... and slavers. Raush' story opens up as unsavory folks raided the treetop Vanara village where he was living, just a cub. Slavers from the Shackles burned the village to the ground, murdered the few defenders and captured the others, to be sent to far-away nations as laborers or freaks for circuses. All but Raush, who they kept for themselves as a deckhand. The young vanara grew up in chain, using his natural agility to climb the ship's mast, carrying rations and crates, and being abused any time some of the crew needed to blow off some steam.
But as the tide ebbs and flows, so did his situation change in the darkness of a stormy night. A crewman of the slaver ship, once a priest of Besmara, now scorned by the goddess because of his inadeguacy as a pirate, was sleeping slumped in a corner, and the Pirate Queen decided to test Raush' mettle and strength. Through the relict Jolly Roger she whispered in his mind a simple phrase, the central tenet of piracy. "Everything belongs to who is strong enough to take it."
The fury that slowly had built inside Raush over the years of imprisonment suddenly exploded as he tied the old flag on himself as a sash. The former cleric was the first to be thrown into the dark water.
One by one, the slavers were picked off by the vengeful monkey, some given to the waves, others pummeled to death by strong, animalistic fists, save for the captain. For him, Raush reserved to sink with his ship, after having released the lifeboats under the cover of darkness. Devoid of his crew, there was no way for the slaver to steer, and soon the waves won as the vanara looked from the last surviving lifeboat. As he approached Port Peril, Besmara had rewarded his act of defiance with her own blessing and the chance to be one of her agents on Golarion. Raush couldn't ask for anything better, and as he was press-ganged, that night at the Formidably Maid, he simply thought that they could have just asked. There was no better way to show his gratitude and devotion than riding the waves, fighting for plunder.
