Remembrancer
(Deity)
| Symbol | A mirror, with cracks in the shape of lightning streaks (commonly referred to as the Cracked Mirror) |
|---|---|
| Domain | History, Legacy, Mementos, Truth |
| Power level | Deity |
| Status | Alive |
| Alignment | Chaotic |
| Worshippers | Loremasters, Scribes, Illuminators, Unearthers of Forgotten Truths, Breakers of Lies |
| Temple | Libraries, Places of high historical value |
| Weapon of Choice | Pen, Brush and Chisel |
| Classes | <Bard, Ranger, Paladin |
|---|---|
| Restrictions | Must protect historical records. Must record current events. Must weed out lies. Must spread knowledge. |
| Boons | Access to unique spells |
There are many ways the story of the Remembrancer is told, but it always recalls the same key events. This is one such iteration: Loremaster Kaleem - back then, just a young scribe, stepped into the temple ruins. Chunks of limestone and marble scattered the floor. Remnants of statues, of books and of paintings, lay everywhere - but they were all, spoiled. Faces were crushed, books and tapastries burnt, paintings shredded and tramples. And amongst it all, everywhere, were shards of shattered mirrors, glistening like jewels or stars in the sky. Kaleem thought he was alone as he mourned at such loss, trying to comprehend what madness brought such ruin upon this place.
But he was not alone. A voice broke the hollow silence. As he gazed to its source, he saw a shrouded silhouette - somewhat feminine in its shape, as it was in the tone of its voice. But he could see no features beneath the cloth and shadow draped around the figure.
"I had many names, but none have been remembered." she stated, as if they have already been speaking, and this was merely her answer to a previously stated question.
"I had many faces, but they have all been stripped from me." Kaleem tried to interject, to ask of the meaning of this person's words, and most of all, of the reasoning of her presence here. Was this some hermit, squatting in the ruins? Yet it seemed that her words could not be stopped.
"I held many secrets, and now I am forgotten." With this, she seemed to have finally finished. The scribe approached the woman, but as he reached out to touch her, his fingers met a flat icy surface. It was like glass, behind which the silhouette sat, seeming not to notice the man.
"But I still have power. Power I will grant you... I will grant anyone, who breaks the false mirrors." for the first time, she addressed him directly, as her voice rang clearer. "Legacy of the past must survive. What we fought for must be remembered. Their lies must be destroyed, and all must know of what really happened..." her voice grew quieter and sorrowful. "What is the purpose of living, if nothing one gave would be kept... if nothing one taught would be remembered. Father was right... those who are living will only truly die, when no one is left who tells their story..." it seemed that she would say more, but at that very moment, a strange presence could be felt. As if far away, but growing nearer. The woman shuddered and turned sharpy, as if to see who was approaching.
A great force cracked the surface from behind which she spoke. The woman could be seen no more - all that was left, was a great mirror in the centre of the temple ruins, cracked from top to bottom, as if hit by lightning. And the strange presence, gone with her.'
Few are the known teachings of the Remembrancer. But amongst them, these are the most repeated: Beware the sweet-tongued. Beware the despot. Beware the victor.
Restrictions
- You must protect what is left of historical records.
- You must record current events.
- You must weed out lies by cementing the truth.
- You must spread knowledge, so that legacies of people in the past, will be brought into the future.
Boons
- You gain access to three new spells. They are passed to you when the time comes (upon reaching the appropriate level), in great secrecy. If no other member of the Order is available to teach you these enchantments, their contents will be shown to you in your Cracked Mirror.