Cedar Grey

Cedar Grey
In-Character Information
Country	RagnFjord
Other Name(s)
Class	Cleric
Gender	Female
Alignment	Neutral
Race	Human
Religion
Out-of-Character Information
Date Joined	March 9th, 2014
Affiliated with

{{#if:Human|}} {{#if:Cleric|}} {{#if:RagnFjord|}} I was born in a port city far to the south. I don't know if my mother had a name for me, but people called me Sagu. I was a street child, and around twelve I was taken in by the temple of Lore Gorri, the Temple of the Lady of the Red Flower. I was given a new name, Melloi, and trained in the art of love. After several years of study, I began to practice as a Holy Vessel, a cleric of the Lady. A night in my arms could grant miraculous protection or strength in battle, a single kiss could heal.

And then I was caught engaged in acts forbidden by church dogma. These were not the laws of the Goddess, but the laws set down by temple priestesses of old. "Thou shalt not craft a false organ for the act of love. Thou shalt not enter thy lover's temple by way of the back door." I still say these are false laws, for did not the Goddess grant me her power for years after my first transgression? It was not until that bitch Baia turned me in and I was cast out that I lost connection to my Lady.

Being cast out is thorough. My hair was shorn.My clothes were torn from my body. I was declared dead. My name was not to be given to another girl for a hundred years, that time might cleanse it of any lingering sin.

Luckily, my best friend Inhar stole some clothes for me from the temple lost and found. Dressed in odd discarded clothing, penniless and alone, a series of squalls rolled in that evening. I took shelter under the boughs of a cedar tree.

That night, I dreamed of a cold land far to the North. A land called Dargarth. There were many warriors engaged in battle, and I, who had never killed anything bigger than a goose, faught among them. It was glorious! I fought, and died, and lived and fought again.

As the day of battle waned, the sun slanting golden through the trees, the leaders of the countries of this land came to me and told me I must join one of them. I was to see the Oracle. They took me to a great wooden house. I wondered from room to room, each opulant with fine furnishings and and walls and floors all made of gleaming polished wood of many kinds. I eventually found an occupied room. A woman was sitting on the floor in a fine dress whose style I had never seen before. She was making something using beads so tiny they were like sand. I asked her, "Are you the Oracle?"

She said, "Look out the window," nodding her head behind me.

I turned, and a great raven landed on the windowsill, a living songbird clutched in its claws. It was not the glossy black of a normal raven, but darkest grey, dull like velvet in the wrong light. It looked me right in the eye, then tore into its little meal.

The next thing I knew, I was sitting outside the fine house, staring at my hands. The great leaders pressed me for my answer. Some of the beads the woman had been working were pressed into my palms, like I had clenched them in my fists. "I saw a raven."

A great hairy man in fur clasped my hands in his. "I am Bodvarr. The raven is the symbol of my nation, and the king of my gods. You must come to me, and to RagnFjord."

I awoke under my cedar tree, and as it had given me more than anything else in this world, I took Cedar as a new name and swore to honor any of its kin I met in my future travels. I had heard of Dargarth, but not of RagnFjord. I had no coin, and only two skills counting the ability to cook. I used the other to earn passage North. I found the hairy king of RagnFjord and told him of my dream. He did not know me, but he welcomed me. I follow the raven god Odin now. My power is less than it was, but it is growing. I am learning to fight, with ax and shield, and with magic.

There is no Oracle of Dargarth. Yet.