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E'amoril
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Greater Aspect:
Shade of Blight,
Aspect of: The Greater Goddess - Fan'taween
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| Symbol:
A great serpent coiled around a scythe.
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Race:
Human
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| Gemstone:
Peridot |
| Alignment:
Chaotic Evil. |
| Worshipers:
Assassins, Thieves, Healers, Necromancers and Undertakers.
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E'amoril)
Clerical Alignments:
CE, CN, though NE, TN is common and even CG is not unheard of.
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| Portfolio:
Pain, Loss, Sickness and Death.
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| Favored
Weapon:
A poisoned scythe
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Dogma:
The suffering of others gives you power. What is theirs is yours for the taking. The most complete victory is one that leaves the defeated unaware of their loss until it cannot be denied or recovered.
Life is not a promise and each moment of health is a gift of mercy. Recognize the value of the gift and value it dearly. Teach others the folly of taking blessings for granted by permitting them to suffer or by blessing them with disease so that both life and death are respected.
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| Description:
Often mistaken for a sickly elven male in a cloak, dragging a wicked scythe. The glint of his eyes shows rarely, but the ever-present sneer displays his foul yellow teeth.
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Lore:
Long ago two brothers crossed the land offering healing. In the time of darkness after the Gods War was over and life again moved on, these brothers shed a light of kindness and generosity everywhere their feet took them. The eldest was very skilled at healing, but very poor at channeling the divine power of Jar'Dior and suffered a portion of his patient's malady when he healed them. Because of the pain, the brothers sought out many healers and learned how to use herbs, how to cut injured flesh and how to use thread to mend many injuries. This allowed the channeling to divine power to be saved for when it was truly needed.
The younger brother, always in his elders shadow, strived to surpass his sibling. It was not uncommon for E'amoril to overreach and in his enthusiasm to cause more harm than good with his remedies. Sharamones was always there to correct the folly and accept the suffering that it caused to call on Jar'Dior for healing power. Above all things, E'amoril wished to be a priest like his brother, nay, better than his brother.
As the years passed, Sharamones gathered a following while E'amoril gathered only envy. He was determined to out do his brother and sought out Jar'Dior's blessings in every way he could imagine. While E'amoril was a skilled healer and truly sought to do good works, his hunger to outshine his brother and his pride was not anything Jar'Dior could bestow his power on.
Seeing himself abandoned by his god, E'amoril abandoned his brother and struck out on his own, intent on finding every secret of healing and life. So engrossed in his studies, he did not know of his brothers ascension for many years, but had since discovered and began using necromancy with the twisted idea that he could make the vile practice serve his good cause. His skills in healing soared beyond his dreams. As he learned to heal he also learned how to cause sicknesses, disguise sickness, and mimic both life and death in horrific ways.
Believing the knowledge gained was worth the cost of the deeds he did, E'amoril returned to his past habit of traveling and healing. He was set on giving Jar'Dior another chance to see how much greater he was than his older brother. Alas, in his divine glory, Sharamones himself appeared to reveal what was clear to all: E'amoril's heart was too corrupted by envy, pride and the indifference to the harm he had done to learn his healing methods for Jar'Dior to accept him. First, E'amoril cursed his brother, then, feeling in his heart that his dream to serve Jar'dior was truly gone, he cursed
Jar'dior.
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E'amoril then turned from healing and sought to punish his brother and his god for abandoning him. One of the tales of this time speak of a necromancer that brought death, disease and undead in his wake and tormented or destroyed many throughout the eastern lands before he was faced with a force bent to stop him.
Paladins faithful to the Nameless Knight and Warrior Monks faithful to E'amoril's brother confronted him at the foothills of the Lesser Divides leading southern edge. With great fury and anger the small army struggled against the hordes of death, then against their own fallen allies. At the end of a daylong struggle, E'amoril strode across the field and claimed a Holy amulet from the neck of the leader of the Knights and held it up, cursing Jar'Dior.
In his curse, he was answered twice. He heard a woman whispering, offering him power over death if he would serve her. Knowing she was Fan'taween and in great anger and rage he accepted and was offered necromantic power beyond his dreams. Without fear of any army, he continued south. The power was enormous and beyond his ability to control, for Fan'taween had granted him vast power, but left him mortal. His mortal body was unable to contain the power.
With the thought to ruin a stand of trees, a forest withered and died. As he looked on a person with malice and cast an illness upon them, entire regions beyond his reach fell deathly ill. Just as he paused, in some fear of his own new power, a great dragon crashed to the ground before him and then became a man, accusing E'amoril of crimes against beast, beauty and people.
Dismissing the insult, E'amoril struck out with spells and called forth death to attack the one before him. An onslaught of fire caught the undead and returned them to peace. Wind howled and threw the necromancer aside as torrents of water pinned him to ground. Struggling to face his foe, E'amoril fed his anger and rage into his summoning and the blighted landscape burst forth with hordes of ancient dead.
Finally the druid called up his most feared and powerful gift: The ground shook and turned over on itself in an earthquake. The defeated necromancer never rose, but the power of the blight he left still taints the land on which the battle took place; known now as the Singing Swamps.
After his death, Fan'taween laughed and brought the spirit before her and chided his lack of wisdom and control. She silenced his protest by offering him a place at her side with the focus and purpose needed to control the power she offered.
With the combination of divine and necromantic power, E'amoril takes great pride in his assertion that he has surpassed his brother. It is said that Sharamones is pleased that his brother has found his calling.
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