About SanrielSanriel is a Samsaran, a reincarnated soul who is granted visions of their past life. Driven by these visions Sanriel left the comfortable home of the Varisian caravan who had raised him and went to an incredibly dangerous place. The stone wilds, it was there that he nearly died at the hands of a demon and was found by the last true followers of the Green faith.
Sanriels story:
It was so very long ago, that time before of life and joy. In the land of hills and buried titans my home was made. My family would often tell me of my existence, how Selene my eldest sister had found me, a butterfly as her guide, to the shade of a tree growing from the remains of an ancient ruin. Nestled in the tumbled stones of glory long lost she found a child, skin like the sun touched sea and eyes like the stars in the skies. They found me and adopted me into their clan, a blessing from the stars they had said. Desna was my patron in my family but always I found the call of her lesser. The sky and earth, the creatures that lived in it and all that was in between too great to pay much attention to such a flighty god. It was in these quite moments of joy, contemplating the wonders of the world that I began to have them. - "With this we have lost some of our greatest, Sanreil, you will take the mantle of Heirophant until another can be found. "- These visions, so vivid were a mystery and a draw. The closer I got to the land I so loved the more of them came. My family supported me, and with much celebration I chose to leave the caravans of my youth in order to find out more of the mystery that was the time before I was myself. It was then as I traveled the world, that I first heard of the Stone wilds and it was then as if hearing a temple bell in the distance that I knew my destination. I traveled far, many times in my journey I nearly died. The fires in my heart lead me forward ignoring the dangers until I finally reached my destination. I was taken before the Arch-druid, a blackened skeletal horror who pronounced me a coward. My past life at least, and I was charged with my previous lifes misdeeds. They took me and changed me, for the greater good of the world I was given purpose. My existence is one of endless war now, sleep and rest like sustenance are mortal concerns. The short times I take to collect my blessings of magic before returning to the fight serve as time markers and with them I collect my thoughts. The sun is unreliable and none but the oldest remember what the land was like befo- autumn morning, the forest of stones is coated gold and orange. The blood of a dretch stains it putrid black as a warrior screams "We are rout-. the memories sting as they arrive not mine, but familiar all the same. The markings of transformation still burn, even after the years passed. It is the only thing I can feel anymore, a single pulsing throb to let me know that I yet have purpose. "-ed withdraw to the caves, women and children first!" there is a riot of motion as the beast of smoke and flame withdraws its fist from the Archdruids chest pulping the fles- I am not alone however those who survived, who did not flee, the true defenders. The Siabrae, who sacrificed absolutely everything in order to ensure that their enemies died. The heirophant only did what had been necessary to survive, sundering the bonds that the great stones of Awel'Ren held was not a death knell for us it was a battle cry. These creatures encroached, and with heavy heart did the heirophant do exactly what was needed. And so with heavy heart do I complete the same -"aitor to your brothers, but at least you will serv-" There is little effort put to defending our home. Demons are unable to reach us through solid rock deep in the earth but it leaves no defense against one of our own. I know now that what we fight is an unending battle, we hold our ground but can only hold our lands and nothing else. To stay here and fight for eternity is madness, I must retrieve something to tip the scales. Years have passed, so many have tried to destroy me on my quest. I left the stone wilds to find a way to end the greatest threat in mortal existence, all that it has revealed to me is that these children outside of my conclave do not deserve a savior. That I gave up the sky for them, that I was taken from the mortal coil and perverted to what I am now for these worms disgusts me. I see now why so many of the converts that we brought to become one of us fought though, they were deluded into believing that such a world of peace and understanding was normal. They thought that the world simply existed that way and that it was not always held up on the backs and corpses of greater men. Though I cannot blame them their ignorance, I once held such beliefs as well.
EXP:7440 Siabrae Samsaran Cave Druid 6 Infiltrator inquisitor 1
DEFENSE AC 26, touch 10, flat-footed 26 (+Natural 10, Armor+6 )
OFFENSE Speed 30 ft., Burrow 30 ft (earth glide)
Wild shape [1/1], Judgement [1/1] STATISTICS Str 18, Dex 10, Con —, Int 14, Wis 22, Cha 14
(In game boon granted from glass spider)
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