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Sharamones
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Greater Aspect:
The Healer,
Aspect of: The Greater God - Jar'dior
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| Symbol:
A blue cord held by a hand offering a blessing.
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Race:
Human
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| Gemstone:
Aquamarine |
| Alignment:
Neutral Good -
Clerical Alignments: NG, CG,
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| Worshipers:
Clerics, Healers and Monks
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Sharamones)
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| Portfolio:
Healing, Charity, Mercy, Patience
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| Favored
Weapon:
Bare hands
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| Dogma:
Strive always to aid, to foster new hope, new ideas, and new prosperity for all people of good heart. It is a sacred duty to foster new growth, nurture growing things, and work for rebirth and renewal. Wherever you go, plant seeds of hope, new ideas, and plans for a rosy future in the minds of all. Watch each sunrise. Consider the consequences of your actions so that your least effort may bring the greatest and best reward. Avoid negativity, for from death comes life, and there is always another morning to turn a setback into a success. Place more importance on activities that help others than on strict adherence to rules, rituals, and the dictates of your seniors.
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| Description:
Often seen as a middle-aged priest who's back is bent by a great burden. He often weeps for those who must suffer in this world for the goodness of others. His touch heals by taking the pain and hurt of others upon himself. If all the pain in the world were removed, then goodness would prevail and illness become a thing of the past. He is the healing aspect of Jar'Dior and shows his love for others by caring about them.
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Lore: In the decades that followed the Gods War, Sharamones felt a constant calling to try to ease the suffering of others. A man gifted with a family that survived the chaos that shattered the land with its wealth intact, he witnessed the result of his father's generosity as the people prospered in the hamlets nearby. As he came of age, he was given charge of many of his father's projects and learned just how little his family really had.
The wealth of the family was near gone and was kept constant now by the brisk trade between the hamlets that now were doing well thanks to the effort and aid his father had given. When he asked his father about this he was left to ponder not an answer, but a question, " If I had kept our wealth and nursed my greed, how long would our wealth have lasted if those good people were forced to turn to crime and chaos to survive?"
This led Sharamones to his first real understanding of life: The greatest reward one can grant to themselves is in the service of aiding others.
In his travels along the developing trade routes, he found he had a natural talent for feeling when people were ill and finding the needed herbs to make them well. This was a talent shared by his younger, and less generous, brother. It was not long until the trade was more common and the trips of the brothers were more about keeping peaceful relations, social calls and calls for the need of a healer. While Sharamones never accepted payment for his help, he was well fed and supplied by every town he passed through. It seemed that he was soon doomed to live his life slightly rounded, despite how generously he gave of the stores offered to him by others.
His compassion found him visited by Jar'dior in a dream and offered the gift of healing. This power grew steadily within
Sharamones, but it always brought him pain when he used it. It is said that he considered the divine power to be too easy a gift and feared dependency on such a power. In effect his own conscience demanded he offer something in exchange for the blessings he was able to offer.
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In comparison, his more hawkish brother, while an eager student, also answered calls for healing and expected compensation. Soon wealthy and able to afford to travel more broadly, E'amoril talked Sharamones into traveling greater and greater distances. By no purposeful effort of his own, Sharamones' name spread across the land. No amount of effort on the part of Sharamones could offer notice to E'amoril. It was not long until E'amoril broke off from his brother and Sharamones continued his travels alone.
Over the years, Sharamones was forced to settle many times to oversee churches and temples and holy orders that were formed in the name of Jar'dior, but attributed Sharamones as the inspiration. It was a matter of great and yet humble pride that his father was honored by many of the temples for his generosity after the Gods War.
As his father aged, Sharamones was called home. His father, on his deathbed, was beyond the power of herb or faith to be helped. In grief, Sharamones prayed a rare and selfish prayer; Not to lose his father. In answer, Jar'dior sent a white mouse that carried a blue cord in its mouth. As the mouse dropped the cord, it spoke.
" Your service to others permits the pardon of this act of nature if you wish. I will give my life to be given instead and your father granted an elf’s long life. Your service also bids you to a higher calling. Accept the Cord and serve as a hand of our God. "
Seeing and hearing the small being speak to him, Sharamones offered it a blessing and then stared hard at the Cord. Turning to his father, Sharamones spoke with a breaking heart, " Father, I can not sacrifice that which is not mine so that I may gain in that loss. "
" If you could, you would have learned my lessons poorly, son. I do not wish to live as long as an elf. I just wish to have you here with me now. "
Was it one day? Was it ten? The truth is not known, but time passed and so did the father. After a prayer, Sharamones picked up the Cord and once again blessed the little white mouse.
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