Caith Mor'Phann - Isharran Soulscryer [Body: 1 | Mind 3 | Soul 3]
Melee [1] | Accuracy [3] | Defense [1] | Armour [1] | Toughness [8/8] | Init [3] | Wounds [4/4] | Awareness [2] | Mettle [2]
Devotion [5d6 +1] | Determination [4d6] | Intimidation [3d6 +1] | Intuition [5d6 +1] | Survival [4d6] | Theology [4d6 +1] |Finger Claws, Dowerchime Staff, Ethersea CloakA Ethersea cloak appears as roiling waves falling from the wearer's shoulder and causes the air to fill with the smell of seawater. Created by Isharran Tidecasters, an ethersea cloak surrounds the wearer in the aura of the ethers, allowing land dwelling creatures to breathe and move underwater as if they were on land, and sea creatures to 'swim' through the air as if underwater. | Miracles
Disquieting Presence | Blessed (The Ethersea)
There is a rising smell of salt and seaweed, and the touch of haar upon the air - almost imagined. Moments later an ethereal wave sweeps through the room, depositing a 6'4" slender figure at the edge of the group. You recognise him still in the same outfit at the night of the Ritual of Binding, his face obscured by a shell white mask from which bitter haunted jade eyes stare forth, his blond hair braided with fishbone and held back under a ragged sailors bandana. Across it all an oily sheen, iridescent in the torchlight, spreads from the viscous black oil spattered over. The visions of turbulent quickly fade, though the faint sea smell remains.
"And some would better spend their prayer elsewhere," he spits, continuing Ellania's thoughts. His gaze brushes contemptuously over the two favoured, their souls burning like white fire in his sight, to settle on the garrulous knight in red. "Greetings fellow bound," he intones. From a selfish point of view his own pain had already faded dramatically into the bond, replaced by a certainty of sufficiency and guarantee of future safety from He Who Hungers.