Post by alteredbeing on Feb 19, 2011 21:38:22 GMT -5
Name: Ashis Atinani
Age: Around the three-hundred
Gender: Female
Race: Asherati, commonly known as Sand Elves. Asherati is an elusive race that lives deep under sands of Dermun, in great cities. As a merfolk swims through the sea, so to can Asherati move through the sands. Asherati look similiar to humans though with a more frail build and a darker, more red/rust like skin tone. Also their skin can glow with a light of their own. They are completely adapted to the desert, requiring almost no water at all, 1/4 of what other races require. Asherati don't have problems with heat or dehydration. They do turn more passive in areas where there is alot of moisture. This desert race is not immortal, even though the people of Valear call them 'Desert Elves. They do have a very long lifespan which reaches till around two-thousand.
Physical Description: When looking at the build of the body one Ashis would just appear like a frail build human. Her skin is smooth and has a brown-red colour, resembling rust. Her skin can glow, illuminating dark places as if she had an inner fire. Her eyes have no pupils and they have the colour of ivory and she has no body hair. On both her cheeks are two coiled cobras, the sign of Al-Ishtus, tattoed in blue ink.
Ashis always travels lightpacked, carrying no suplies whatsoever. The only things she carries is her armor which is made from a giant scorpion carapace. From the chitine she made a full body armor with boots and gloves.
Also she made a whip from the scorpion's tail with the stinger intact at the end of the weapon. The poison bladder is stil intact and injects poison when the whip is wrapped around it's victim.
Besides that she carries nothing except a leather pouch, which hangs from her belt. Inside is black sand that has an unnerving aura around it.
Personality: Ashis is the will of the desert manifested. Just as the wastes she is harsh and unforgiving. Deep inside her burns an unrelenting hatred for all mortal races and it is her vision to see all lands turn dry and transform it into magnificent desert.
To her, the desert is the pinnacle of beauty. It is a pristine place, where the lesser races have no hold. It's dryness can preserve a royal city, a wonderous creature or a towering forest caught at the very moment of death, before age and decay can spoil it.
Ashis is also fanatical in her faith to her god, Al-Ishtus, the one whom freed her from slavery while the other gods looked away. she has pledged her life and undying soul into his service. She sets out in his name to spread his name and the things he stand for, sand, thirst, the desert winds and death...
History: Ashis was born into a large family as the last child. As the Asherati lived under the sands of the desert they had no influence from outsiders. Life was harsh as her family struggled to get around but they managed somehow. At a fairly young age Ashis was intrigued by the priests of Tem-Ak-Nu, the goddess of life and water. They were responsible for safeguarding the waterways. Even though the Asherati almost had no need for water, only drinking once a day, water was essential in daily life.
At the age of twenty an Asherati has reached adulthood and therefore had to chose a profession, Ashis decided to join the clerics at the temple of Tem-Ak-Nu and become a priestess herself, chasing her childhood dreams. for years she studied the scrolls in the temple and practiced the healing and water magic.
Years had passed and Ashis was reaching the age of a hunderd years, still in her prime for an Asherati. She was a priestess for the goddess of Tem-Ak-Nu and a great asset for the community. When everything seemed to be perfect the invaders came. The other races had discovered the Asherati and although the first wave were just friendly traders and nomads, the other batch wasn't that peacefull. The existence of these peacefull 'sand elves', as the other races called them, had reached the wrong ears and soon raiders and slavers came. With one of the first raids Ashis was captured and dragged out of her ancestral home.
Ofcourse the surface world was nothing new for her. Asherati can swim through the sands, like mermaids through water, and Ashis had been topside many times but this was the first time in chains. Her entire world was in shambles though she kpet her fear wel hidden as she had the other victims to watch over. As priestess it was her duty to be a prime example to the others. Still that didn't last.
She was sold to a human, which kept slaves to fight in the arena. Ashis had no fighting experience back then and it was a nightmare. During the various training sessions she was battered, bruised and ended up bloodied in her cell. She prayed to her goddess to help her but no response came. The truth hit her hard as the priestess discovered she was truly alone.
Her first match was the start of her metamorphosis. By two guards she was led into the arena. The city where the arena was in was somewhere at the edge of desert, close to Tamasha. Her opponent was another slave gladiator. Ashis didn't want to fight and begged the man to also drop his arms. Ofcourse he refused, smelling an easy victory. When the man was about to slay the Asherati, she called out to anyone to help her. And something hear her plea.
Suddenly the man dropped dead on the ground. His skin was wrinkled and dry as parchment. On the spot he died from dehydration. Not knowing what happened she was led back to her cage. Then she heard the voice for the first time. She got a vision from a man with a bestial head, resembling a donkey with a curved snout and upright square-tipped ears. "You have called, and I came". He said. Ashis was terrified at first for she reckognized him. This was Al-Ishtus, the dark side from her beloved goddess Tem-Ak-Nu. Denying she called him, the priestess refused to believe Al-Ishtus came to her aid. The mental vision disappeared and Ashis thought of it as a dream.
During the next battle in the arena her opponent suddenly dropped dead. The arena doctor discovered a wound in his neck, which appeared to be the teeth mark of a donkey. Above the corpse of the man Ashis thought to see the shape of the god. The strange deaths kept occuring every battle in which Ashis participated in. Her opponents died without her even touching them. The deaths varied from unexplainable teeth marks, sudden dehydration to even persons crumbling apart like sand and even flesh that turned to salt.
After a few months, the vision came back again while Ashis was in her cage. 'Tem-Ak-Nu has abandoned you, priestess. The only reason why you are living is because of me. You have called me here and therefore I demand a certain payment.' The hard months in slavery left a mark on Ashis and she was no longer the peace-loving priestess she once was. Her beautifull sand-coloured skin had turned dark as she was tainted with hatred. 'I am abandoned by everyone.' She replied. Al-Ishtus smiled. 'Everyone except for me, young Asherati. Pledge yourself to me and I shall bestow my blessing upon you and grant you the means to regain your freedom.' Ashis did not speak as the burning hatred in her eyes was the only answer Al-Ishtus needed.
The next morning her cage was empty and no guard was to be found in the arena complex, only dust, dry corpes and terrified slaves. Ashis returned to her home where she was welcomed by grief. The other priests and priestesses sensed the omnious presence inside Ashis and they knew she no longed walked the path of their beloved goddess. Their rejection did not hurt the Asherati and without problems she left, walked alone into the desert, with the dark god watching her.
Powers: Ashis is a trained priestess that used to use her powers help her people but her motivation to help has dried out and now she serves another, much sinister, power. After a while roaming through the wastes, she encountered another Asherati. He was old and approached Ashis. The man said he was informed by her arrival by their deity, the powerfull Al-Ishtus. He welcomed her in the Dusty Conclave, the group of followers of the desert god. There she learned how to enhance her powers and introduced her to the necromancy of the desert, which eventually resulted in her own undead transformation.
Now Ashis roams the lands of this world, in the name of her god and the Dusty Conclave.
Desert Magic: Ashis' source of magic is the power of Al-Ishtus, whose domain is the desert. Through his blessings the Asherati controls the sands, the vicious winds and her surroundings have a constant ddesert climate. From every corner and crack sand stars to pile up on a slow rate.
Death Magic:
Weaknesses: Water: To much water makes an Asherati more passive and thus easier to sneak up on and to get a hit. Even submerging an Asherati in water is enough to make knock them out cold.
NO close combat skills: Ashis has spend the first parts of her life in the temple and thus didn't learn any skills that include close-combat.
Physical weak: Asheratis are frailer than most other races so Ashis can't go head to head with an orc and expect to keep standing up.
Mortal: She is not immortal even though she is a lich. When her jars are destroyed Ashis can't come back anymore.
Age: Around the three-hundred
Gender: Female
Race: Asherati, commonly known as Sand Elves. Asherati is an elusive race that lives deep under sands of Dermun, in great cities. As a merfolk swims through the sea, so to can Asherati move through the sands. Asherati look similiar to humans though with a more frail build and a darker, more red/rust like skin tone. Also their skin can glow with a light of their own. They are completely adapted to the desert, requiring almost no water at all, 1/4 of what other races require. Asherati don't have problems with heat or dehydration. They do turn more passive in areas where there is alot of moisture. This desert race is not immortal, even though the people of Valear call them 'Desert Elves. They do have a very long lifespan which reaches till around two-thousand.
Physical Description: When looking at the build of the body one Ashis would just appear like a frail build human. Her skin is smooth and has a brown-red colour, resembling rust. Her skin can glow, illuminating dark places as if she had an inner fire. Her eyes have no pupils and they have the colour of ivory and she has no body hair. On both her cheeks are two coiled cobras, the sign of Al-Ishtus, tattoed in blue ink.
Ashis always travels lightpacked, carrying no suplies whatsoever. The only things she carries is her armor which is made from a giant scorpion carapace. From the chitine she made a full body armor with boots and gloves.
Also she made a whip from the scorpion's tail with the stinger intact at the end of the weapon. The poison bladder is stil intact and injects poison when the whip is wrapped around it's victim.
Besides that she carries nothing except a leather pouch, which hangs from her belt. Inside is black sand that has an unnerving aura around it.
Personality: Ashis is the will of the desert manifested. Just as the wastes she is harsh and unforgiving. Deep inside her burns an unrelenting hatred for all mortal races and it is her vision to see all lands turn dry and transform it into magnificent desert.
To her, the desert is the pinnacle of beauty. It is a pristine place, where the lesser races have no hold. It's dryness can preserve a royal city, a wonderous creature or a towering forest caught at the very moment of death, before age and decay can spoil it.
Ashis is also fanatical in her faith to her god, Al-Ishtus, the one whom freed her from slavery while the other gods looked away. she has pledged her life and undying soul into his service. She sets out in his name to spread his name and the things he stand for, sand, thirst, the desert winds and death...
History: Ashis was born into a large family as the last child. As the Asherati lived under the sands of the desert they had no influence from outsiders. Life was harsh as her family struggled to get around but they managed somehow. At a fairly young age Ashis was intrigued by the priests of Tem-Ak-Nu, the goddess of life and water. They were responsible for safeguarding the waterways. Even though the Asherati almost had no need for water, only drinking once a day, water was essential in daily life.
At the age of twenty an Asherati has reached adulthood and therefore had to chose a profession, Ashis decided to join the clerics at the temple of Tem-Ak-Nu and become a priestess herself, chasing her childhood dreams. for years she studied the scrolls in the temple and practiced the healing and water magic.
Years had passed and Ashis was reaching the age of a hunderd years, still in her prime for an Asherati. She was a priestess for the goddess of Tem-Ak-Nu and a great asset for the community. When everything seemed to be perfect the invaders came. The other races had discovered the Asherati and although the first wave were just friendly traders and nomads, the other batch wasn't that peacefull. The existence of these peacefull 'sand elves', as the other races called them, had reached the wrong ears and soon raiders and slavers came. With one of the first raids Ashis was captured and dragged out of her ancestral home.
Ofcourse the surface world was nothing new for her. Asherati can swim through the sands, like mermaids through water, and Ashis had been topside many times but this was the first time in chains. Her entire world was in shambles though she kpet her fear wel hidden as she had the other victims to watch over. As priestess it was her duty to be a prime example to the others. Still that didn't last.
She was sold to a human, which kept slaves to fight in the arena. Ashis had no fighting experience back then and it was a nightmare. During the various training sessions she was battered, bruised and ended up bloodied in her cell. She prayed to her goddess to help her but no response came. The truth hit her hard as the priestess discovered she was truly alone.
Her first match was the start of her metamorphosis. By two guards she was led into the arena. The city where the arena was in was somewhere at the edge of desert, close to Tamasha. Her opponent was another slave gladiator. Ashis didn't want to fight and begged the man to also drop his arms. Ofcourse he refused, smelling an easy victory. When the man was about to slay the Asherati, she called out to anyone to help her. And something hear her plea.
Suddenly the man dropped dead on the ground. His skin was wrinkled and dry as parchment. On the spot he died from dehydration. Not knowing what happened she was led back to her cage. Then she heard the voice for the first time. She got a vision from a man with a bestial head, resembling a donkey with a curved snout and upright square-tipped ears. "You have called, and I came". He said. Ashis was terrified at first for she reckognized him. This was Al-Ishtus, the dark side from her beloved goddess Tem-Ak-Nu. Denying she called him, the priestess refused to believe Al-Ishtus came to her aid. The mental vision disappeared and Ashis thought of it as a dream.
During the next battle in the arena her opponent suddenly dropped dead. The arena doctor discovered a wound in his neck, which appeared to be the teeth mark of a donkey. Above the corpse of the man Ashis thought to see the shape of the god. The strange deaths kept occuring every battle in which Ashis participated in. Her opponents died without her even touching them. The deaths varied from unexplainable teeth marks, sudden dehydration to even persons crumbling apart like sand and even flesh that turned to salt.
After a few months, the vision came back again while Ashis was in her cage. 'Tem-Ak-Nu has abandoned you, priestess. The only reason why you are living is because of me. You have called me here and therefore I demand a certain payment.' The hard months in slavery left a mark on Ashis and she was no longer the peace-loving priestess she once was. Her beautifull sand-coloured skin had turned dark as she was tainted with hatred. 'I am abandoned by everyone.' She replied. Al-Ishtus smiled. 'Everyone except for me, young Asherati. Pledge yourself to me and I shall bestow my blessing upon you and grant you the means to regain your freedom.' Ashis did not speak as the burning hatred in her eyes was the only answer Al-Ishtus needed.
The next morning her cage was empty and no guard was to be found in the arena complex, only dust, dry corpes and terrified slaves. Ashis returned to her home where she was welcomed by grief. The other priests and priestesses sensed the omnious presence inside Ashis and they knew she no longed walked the path of their beloved goddess. Their rejection did not hurt the Asherati and without problems she left, walked alone into the desert, with the dark god watching her.
Powers: Ashis is a trained priestess that used to use her powers help her people but her motivation to help has dried out and now she serves another, much sinister, power. After a while roaming through the wastes, she encountered another Asherati. He was old and approached Ashis. The man said he was informed by her arrival by their deity, the powerfull Al-Ishtus. He welcomed her in the Dusty Conclave, the group of followers of the desert god. There she learned how to enhance her powers and introduced her to the necromancy of the desert, which eventually resulted in her own undead transformation.
Now Ashis roams the lands of this world, in the name of her god and the Dusty Conclave.
Desert Magic: Ashis' source of magic is the power of Al-Ishtus, whose domain is the desert. Through his blessings the Asherati controls the sands, the vicious winds and her surroundings have a constant ddesert climate. From every corner and crack sand stars to pile up on a slow rate.
Death Magic:
- Desiccating Touch: Ashis' hands are infused with nefarious magic. When she touches a person, when this is active, tha Asherati drains moisture from her victim's body. Only cure is water.
- Salt
: Dehydrated corpses infused with magic of Al-Ishtus. these horrid undead creatrues serve as Ashis' main bodyguards, as she is weaker in physical combat. They are fast and very powerfull with their double crescent swords. Salt Mummies can only be killed when the gold scarab inside their corpse is destroyed. To create these Ashis needs a fresh corpse. Limit: 2 - Dry Lich: The pinnacle of desert necromancy. It's flesh is parchment dry and clings tightly to it's bones. A thick encrustation of salt covers its body. A weird green light emits from its hollow eye sockets. This is the real form of Ashis as she had recieved the blessing of Al-Ishtus.
In this form she is one with the desert and can create sand with the power of her will. The sands obey her every command as she uses them to fend off and destroy her opponents. the temperature around Ashis reach the level of a midday in the desert.
Ashis can be defeated though her body is only temporary destroyed. After a couple of weeks her body is reformed through the magic of her canopic jars, which holds her organs.(Like a phylactery.) When the canopic jars are destroyed, so is Ashis.
: Dehydrated corpses infused with magic of Al-Ishtus. these horrid undead creatrues serve as Ashis' main bodyguards, as she is weaker in physical combat. They are fast and very powerfull with their double crescent swords. Salt Mummies can only be killed when the gold scarab inside their corpse is destroyed. To create these Ashis needs a fresh corpse. Limit: 2Weaknesses: Water: To much water makes an Asherati more passive and thus easier to sneak up on and to get a hit. Even submerging an Asherati in water is enough to make knock them out cold.
NO close combat skills: Ashis has spend the first parts of her life in the temple and thus didn't learn any skills that include close-combat.
Physical weak: Asheratis are frailer than most other races so Ashis can't go head to head with an orc and expect to keep standing up.
Mortal: She is not immortal even though she is a lich. When her jars are destroyed Ashis can't come back anymore.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.