Role

Chapter 1

Keara hails from the Aryth Ocean. She is about as gentle as storm giants
come, always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need, a word of
compassion in times of strife, and a shoulder (usually after kneeling or
sitting when with outsiders) to cry on. Though she is the pious sort, her
talents have never lent themselves to the finer arts of healing and communion
with the gods. Supplications and prayers are beyond her, save for those she
is able to whisper to the wind, hoping someone somewhere might heed her call.
As such, there is only one craft at which Keara excels, to a degree at least
and mostly because of her physical strength, that will allow her both to
protect her tribe and the innocent travelers of the sea her people encounter,
and to explore the lengths and depths of the ocean. That of the blade.
Despite her reticence to commit violence, she has proven fairly capable with
the implements that cause it.

Coming of age, Keara has been feeling the urge to spread the word of the
Light and protect those in need, guiding her from her home. She surely feels
some sorrow at parting ways, but she knows that her skills will be put to
much greater use in the reaches of Thera, where things are not nearly so safe
as amongst her own tribe. Evil is rife throughout the lands, and Keara will
not sit idly by while it continues to corrupt Thera, sickening the lands and
weakening people, tearing down at their hopes and beliefs. Keara hopes to
strengthen the resolve of both those with whom she stands shoulder to
shoulder and those who are trodden upon.

For now, Keara seeks a place amongst the Acolytes, to help protect both the
Maran and Thera's citizens, and to increase her ability to commune with the
gods. Her hope is that by studying with other Acolytes she can gain knowledge
of the gods of Light, find their favor, and use it to spread their will. She
hopes that the strength of her convictions will endure, that she will be a
force for good.