I was abducted as a small child by a cult of high elves who served the Goddess of The Great Cycle. Their particular focus, however, was of the grave, of the process of dying, of ensuring that those who live die naturally. They loathed the undead. Early in my education, I was seen as having an innate power and dedication to the multi faced God. Upon her 100th birthday, Rahib, in tending to the graves that surrounded her temple, was visited by a tall, faceless, robed creature who spoke to her without words. "You, who tend to the dying, who seek solace among the graves of the dead. I heard your heart beat in the womb. I hear your heart beat even now. A rhythm through many cycles of life, but even you, elf, will one day return to rest. You know and understand the Cycle. I choose you, elf. I choose you to serve me ensuring that the cycle is complete. None shall defy it. I will grant you increasing power as you serve me and are faithful. Mind the Light, Rest in the Darkness. Care not for the love of others. Care only for the Cycle. If you must, bring tempest and war in my name." What the priests saw from the temple steps was Rahib lifted five feet in the air, swirls of dark and light energy around her, eyes rolled back in her head, hovering over the graves of their predecessors. "You have been called to serve" intoned the High Priest. "So mote it be" replied the other acolytes. After decades of subsequent service and training, learning spells grated to her through her practice, Rahib set off into the realm, to do the work of her Immortal Charge.
While she has a huge heart, Rahib is nothing but macabre. Even when she smiles, her eyes are always serious, if not frowning. All who cross their path wonder what she's up to. What she's planning. What soul she feels needs put to rest.
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