Shankar
Cleric of the Life Domain
Shankar
I am born. From the very first moment I remember being taken from my nest, from my siblings, and
captured. From the outset, I was thrown in to a cage and put on display. I choose not to remember
these younger years so much, dark and painful as they are.
The name of my handler was Coop, a vicious and well known captain of the Spiritchain. There I was kept
in the hold, for the delight and musing of his crew. I was a jester of sorts at first, performing what I
could to earn a laugh and an evening meal, but after a time I was reduced to a forgotten and neglected
pet, kept and chained below with slaves, or worse.
From the very beginning and when I first met him, Coop took from me the ability to fly. Yes, I could flit
about the ship’s deck to get away from the crew when they became too aggressive, flying up to the
crow’s nest at a stretch. But the prospect of the far away, out and over the wide sea to escape and gain
my freedom; this was an option robbed of me with the clipping of my wings.
26 years of this life. I am an old bird now; much closer to the horizon of the setting sun than not. I
know the sea by its sound but little else.
On one fateful day, the Spiritchain was boarded and overrun by a new set of captors. In an instant my
fortunes changed. I was taken aboard a new ship (for which the name I never knew), by a captain
named Shankar. Shankar taught me the ways of healing whereby I administered to myself foremost.
Shankar promised the hope of land and townfolk and trees, but this was also was a hope lost, for the
ship of Shankar was taken by the sea in a severe storm. I know not who survived, other than myself,
flitting from flotsam to jetsam, to eventually land, or rather fall upon the hard ground for the first time.
I am penniless and I know not the meaning of ownership. I have only the symbol given to me by Shankar
as a gift. I keep his name for my own as means to honor what he did and vow to uphold the principles of
healing and helping he instilled in me.
Shankar began to shed his feathers. Being afraid of what the others think, he flew off to never be seen again.
Physical Description
Body Features
Falcon feather patterns with wings that are clipped.
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