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Arokasha

Lesser Deity: Daughter of Fates Aspect of: The Greater Goddess - Fan'taween
Symbol: Silhouette of a dancing woman before a golden flame
Gemstone: Garnet
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Race: Elf
Worshipers: Merchants, Gypsies, Pirates, Courtesans, and Politicians. (click here to view the Church of arolasha information) Clerical Alignments: NE, though LN, LE, CN are not uncommon. CE is rare and often quietly weeded out by other clergy.
Portfolio: Barter, Manipulation, and Seduction.
Favored Weapon: A peace knotted Dagger.
Dogma: Daughter of Fates.... fate is something one can master as you teach others to suit ones own needs. This is all the more satisfying when done with enough skill to cause others to believe their offering to you, is their own idea.
Description:  Feminine in the extreme, she is an example of all the best physical traits elves have to offer. Arokasha dresses light and is quick to talk. Polite and animated in her conversation, she is friendly and interested in others opinions and thoughts. 
Lore: It is said that in her mortal life, she was a courtesan of a powerful and unmarried Drakeston Sultan. He promised, among other things, that he would wed her. His request was that she waited for the wedding until he was able to return stability to the Drakeston kingdom, as it had fallen on hard times during the rule of his incompetent brother who has "tragically died" along with all his heirs to what appeared to be desert raiders. 

The Sultan took 3 years to "solve" the kingdoms problems and was found to be unfaithful several times. While it is not uncommon or unexpected for Drakeston royal men to have several harem mistresses, Arokasha's Sultan was found with common whores. Then he started making plans for a political marriage to a princess of Kil'Dar. 

As she was informed that she would be at best his second or his third wife, Arokasha took the news from the Sultan very well. Having spurned other men in order to solely be the Sultans consort, she had long since emptied her savings gained as a courtesan, and so she began her revenge. 

"Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned", is the old saying that unfolded in Drakestone one morning 6 years later when the Sultan was found skinned alive and all his wives and heirs spiked on poles in grisly dancing poses around him. The Sultan lived, minus his ears; nose, 21 "digits" and the outer layer of skin never grew back properly. 

Arokasha had perfectly rendered her revenge by eliminating an entire family line save her own son, whom the sheiks and clergy of Jar'Dior would not allow the Sultan or his followers to harm, as an heir was needed. 

As Arokasha was burnt at the stake, those who knew the wrong she had been done or secretly dreamed to have the strength to act themselves said many silent prayers. 

A woman approached her and offered her a merciful death, Arokasha refused, " I want that man to hear and see the product of his deeds and to know that my death and my pain is nothing compared to what awaits him." 

As the Sultan had wronged Arokasha and changed her fate with a single declaration, she had changed the fate of an entire kingdom in a single night, and she had left the Sultan to a lifetime of pain and agony, far different from the fate of privilege and indulgence he had planned. 

The lady who had offered the merciful death bowed to Arokasha and offered her something else, in a difference tone." In the name of the Tower, will you serve our mistress for as long as she will have you? " 

With a groan through the pain of the flames she answered, " Yes, for as long as she will have me. " 

As the soldiers surrounding the pyre expect the lady to act, they readied, but she just turned and left.... 

Over several long minutes, Arokasha screamed through the flames and her own pain was easily imagined. She died a natural death, in an agony ordered by the one who betrayed her and as E'amoril released her to Fan'taween, she was returned to her beauty and empowered with Fan'taween's power so that she could serve as the Daughter of Fates.

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