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Founds this new awesome group and who can blame me for wanting to join something like that!

Name: Ariadne Asher
Titles:
Sex: female
Age: 21
Card type: Bronze

Race: Angeline/ Bismacian:
Her family originally spawns from the Holy Angeline Empire (and it is also there that the family residence can be found), but her father took his first bride from Eidetilia during his travels as a holy knight, as he did not possess a heart strong enough to leave her behind once she admitted affection for him in return.

Ariadne herself has journeyed to Caniaund for her studies, and then on through Bismarcia as a missionary, all too happy to see her mother’s homeland (and feeling oddly at home in this pagan land where her temper is not as frowned upon as it would be back in her home-empire).

Home: a small cell at the monastery.
Occupation: novice at a santos Bethuel military order, under abbey Sophia Vega

Family:

Mother; Rhonwen Asher (born Conway) (deceased), a woman who was known for her free and wild spirit in her youth, but her children eventually sapped her of all her energy, and she passed away along with her fifth child (a stillborn girl). Until then however she clearly managed to pass on plenty of her ‘pagan’ ways from her homeland to her young ones.

Stepmother; Candace Asher (born Dwi), a fair and quietly charming young lady, who many say is a far better match for her husband than her predecessor. She is quite pleased to live out her days concerned more with the running of the house than her children (objects make more sense than people, and never change their minds!) and she spends half of her time feeling sorry for herself for all the trouble. Her slightly weak health does nothing to improve her patience.

Father; Ewald Asher, a silent and stoic man who does not care much for the underlying backstabbing of politics, and prefers the open direct orders in a battle to discussions and compromises. He was brought up in a military family who all served the church and earned their titles on the field. He adores all his children, and they know him well enough to read that in his almost none-existent expression (a trick his current wife has yet to learn). The death of Rhonwen, his first wife, slightly broke his spirit, and it is no secret that he married again simply for practical reasons (but who doesn’t these days?)

Siblings, in birthorder;

Delwyn, the oldest brother and the father’s pride. His strong sense of justice and laws might make him fair, but also a tad bit distant and absolute when he calls the law the same for everyone. The only thing he has failed at so far is finding a wife suiting to his standard, but since he refuses to marry anyone he suspect of lying, his sisters often say he will never have any heir in the end.

Fingal; the second brother, the restless rebel of the family and a constant grief for their mother. So far they have managed to distract him enough with hobbies like hunting or swordpractice to keep him from making a fool of himself and the family at some brothel (but they want him married as soon as possible to prevent it, just to be on the safe side). The fact that he has refused to join any kind of order of the church despite all his skill with the sword is a well-kept secret, and has caused quite a rift between him and their father.

Tegan; the third child, and first daughter. Their stepmother did what she could to make a proper lady out of her, but Tegan was always a bit too clever and strong in her will to obey completely. By now she is a mind to be reckoned with, and is quite used to have her way. Now as she has reached adult age she is the spitting image of her mother, bringing both joy and grief to her father each time he looks at her, a constant source of silent raging jealousy to their stepmother.

(Ariadne; the fourth child, who rather joined a sacred order of the angels and lives in celibacy than marry a man. Her history of a low noble makes it easier for her to act more pious than she might be. While she lost her biological mother at the age of 4 and can barely remember her she is the one of the older siblings who acts most like her, to the pride of her father and despair of her stepmother (her older brothers has of course done everything they can to encourage her in her ‘funny ways’).)

Cailean; the fifth child, first born from the second wife Cadance, and the spoiled youngest son of the family. The father has made sure he will turn into a pride to the family no matter what (now that his second son has failed him), and it has made the boy not so little full of himself, having his great “destiny”.

Milada; the sixth child, a girl that seems to have been forgotten by everyone except the nanny that she adores. She is a sweet, quiet girl; the spitting image of her mother, and appears to be quite content with less attention if it comes with less expectations (though she has become quite an expert at sneak around and simply take what she wants, since nobody would suspect her).

(Morana; the seventh child, a girl who passed away at the age of three from a strange fever.)

Akiko; the eight child, a girl who’s name was inspired from a book her mother collected from the east (her father still finds it odd). She has quite a problem with stuttering, and prefers to hide behind her oldest brothers than face her own parents straight on. She has often been seen simply staring at people with something judging in her eyes, as if she knows more than anyone would like about them.

…- The ninth child, still a baby but the current grief of the family. He carries features that has made the father question who’s child he really is, and despite the mother’s tears he will not give up on the matter. She, of course, denies all accusations, all while the child has been left in the care of the nannies and still haven’t been granted a name.

Personality:
+Dedicated +Honest +Loyal
-Stubborn –Not as clever as she thinks –Explodes once she finally loses her temper –Curious

Likes:

-Music, though she can’t play any instruments very well, and only know what few songs she learned as a child apart from the psalms in the church, where she is only part of a choir. (What she misses most of all is her mother’s lullabies by the fireplace)

-Speed; galloping horses, fast chariots, running downhill with the wind in her face and a tickle in her belly; it will make her day any time (was she any less of a lady she would turn every stair she could into a slide)

-Hearing stories of knights and battle; being her father’s daughter she had never cared much for romance or rescued princesses, and she has more than once started fights with her brothers when they wouldn’t let her play a knight as well in their games (Tegan was, of course, always the dragon, and won more than half of the time).

-Acting above talking. To be forced to sit idle and wait doesn’t suit her at all. So like any proper woman of her time she makes sure to always have yarn and needles with her when there is risk for time between duties, prayers and lessons.

Dislikes:

-Being touched by strangers, even if it is only a friendly pat on the shoulder.

-Getting questions she can not answer (be it facts or opinions); she often ends up muttering and stuttering while trying to formulate an answer, preventing any conversation to continue.

-Cold. She gets problem with sleeping if her chamber gets too cold in the winter, and prefers warm food at all times of the year.

Other:

-She is 176cm (/5,77 f) tall, and still a bit chubby, despite the activities and strict diets of the order.

-Ariadne studies and works under abbey Sophia Vega, of the santos Bethuel military order (founded by the holy knight ser Bethuel, who was said to be the angel Michael’s sword on Earth), which was probably not quite what her parents had in mind when she chose the church. But it is an honorable work, and who can deny the loyalty of those who follow the holy knights to battle?

-On a whim of her father let her tag along on the lessons he held for her brothers in the art of reading and writing when she was 7 years old (she had been spying and eavesdropping on them for long enough, and he could see too much of his beloved Rhonwen in her to say no). After that it was only a small step to be allowed to sit and watch their sword-practice as well, even if she would get dually punished by their new mother every time she was caught trying to imitate them. Today she still hits her brothers with rulers if she sees fit, and even if they of course have risen far above her in combat skills and beat her every time she still seems to enjoy it.

History:

Growing up on the far countryside where Ewald Asher, head of the family, preferred to stay, all the children of the family could live in relative safety (compared to many others throughout the kingdom). They only had a taste of the world when their father had to leave for the frontlines or on the rare occasions they would entertain guests or friends of their parents. Ariadne would always long for these times, when they would get more tales to add to their evenings, more than just her father and brothers practicing in the days, and something new to the days when they woke up in the mornings.

Many children might be laughing at things like marriage when they are young, thinking they will never bother, or they just find it the more natural path to take, like there is no other way for a life to be lived. But most grow out of such notions as reality starts to knock on the door. Ariadne however never stopped laughing. She still found the idea of sharing her life with a man abhorrent as she grew past 7, 10, 15 years of age. But she also grew in experience of what the world was like. She knew that just like her brothers and sisters, she was expected to do and be certain things, things she only felt a despairing disgust for. It of course did not help that the woman her father remarried when she was 6 was a true traditionalist who immediately started making plans for her ‘new children’s future’, as she put it. To be fair it was Ariadna’s older sister Tegan who turned her grief over the loss of their mother into rage (even if it had been more than a year since her passing) and began destroying the letters that arrived to the new medama Asher, hide shoes and leave thistles in her bed. Their brother Fingal soon joined in, providing frogs for her drawers and replaced gold with useless copper when she was to go shop in the towns.

The older siblings no doubt knew just what kind of influence they had over their younger sister, just as much as they knew of Delwyn’s (the oldest) opinion on their pranks. Luckily for their stepmother Ariadna was much more her father’s daughter than anything else, and actually did as she was told when he had enough of their ‘games’, or the woman’s life at the house would most likely would have become unbearable. But she never learned to respect her opinions enough to listen and obey many of her requests… It took the family years to come to some kind of peace, and the silence that now rest over the house it is an uneasy one. While the oldest son Delwyn, as well as Ariadna, seem to have come to some kind of terms with the new life, Fingal and Tegan, the middlechildren, have never forgiven ‘the imposter’ for ever coming into their lives. While Fingal might be a more obvious issue, being a man and thus beyond most of the woman’s reach by now, Tegan has only been growing more clever by the years, and she still plans to have Candace Asher out of their home, life, maybe even off the surface of this earth (or rather under it)…

While Tegan worked on the problem with the medama of their house, Ariadne rather spend her time frowning over the problem of her future, or the lack of such if one was to believe her. And at the age of 16 she came upon a solution, in desperation over another problem all together;

After a day spent in the pleasant company of one of her closest friends Ariadne found herself with the strange conclusion that she would indeed rather let the days go on like this, in the company of friends rather than a husband. Children there would be plenty of from her own siblings, even if she didn’t mind the idea to have her own. It was just the husband-part that created a dark blot on her future. The thought wouldn’t leave her mind, not through dinner, not through the conversations, not through the quiet settling down when she helped her friend comb her hair and could only conclude that she never wanted to stop. And certainly not in her sleep. Not for days.

She knew far better than to expect such a life though, and in the end she made her way to the local church to pray the dreams away so they wouldn’t plague her with impossible hopes. There she ended up speaking to a monk who was, for one reason or the other, passing by, and even though she to this day still doesn’t know his name it didn’t take long for other ideas to take root in her mind. Ideas planted there by him and his holy brothers. For the monks to had sisters, plenty of them, all over the land. If she wanted to continue her studies of the holy book, as well as harness the gift the angels had grazed upon the humans, then why not go to visit them and find her place amongst their ranks? If Ariadne was ready to give up a life with a man and children, she could have a bigger family and a greater purpose than ever before. And what was that for her to give up? Nothing really. So as she returned home she voiced her wish to go to a greater city where the churches and holy orders could be found as soon as she passed over the doorstep.

No doubt her new mother was pleased to see her go, although her father warned her of the repetitive and slow patient ways of the sisters. Ariadne however only saw it as a challenge, and left as soon as she could. The journey took just as long as one would expect, and for the first time she could finally get a grasp of what war could do to a land, how taxes for soldiers could affect farmers on the other side of the whole country, and how people who had returned with life but not all limbs now struggled to even survived. How whole families screamed and cried when their hearts were torn out as they lost sons and fathers, and then fell to poverty when they lost the workforce of their boys. It stayed in her mind for so long that when she finally stood before the grand city Ironhaven she was already starting to doubt what she was doing. But stubborn as she was she continued on, through the gates and up the stairs to the first church she could find. And the next. And the one after that. It took time, but once she found the sisters of the santos Bethuel order, the ones who marched along to the greatest of danger to not let their brothers down, led by the light of the angels planted in their hearts by the holy words, she knew she had been right. This was a perfect new home!

Her brothers later on told her that when their father opened the letter she had sent him the same evening he had laughed out loud before he could stop himself. But he knew his daughter all too well, and could now finally be assured that she would be happy and that he had indeed raised her right. So despite his wife’s protest he sent her all the best of wishes and money that she would need to begin her new life at once. Unknown to the other siblings he also sent her the same words that his own father had given him when he set out on his own training, words that had stayed in their family for generations, and that he asked her to keep close in mind as she decided her actions;

Oratio pro vivis
in genere florum pro mortuis.
gladio iustitiae poena impio morte.
Ita et nos ad venire ad altare sanctorum.

(A prayer for the living,
A branch of flowers for the dead.
With a sword of justice, the punishment of death for the wicked.
Thus we shall arrive at the altar of the saints.)

Ariadne, as always pleased to make her father proud, stayed at the monastery for the years to come, learning far more interesting things than the proper way for a lady to write invitations. And she was glad to have her sisters and her work at hand; although she had set out to make a difference she was too young and inexperienced to see any actual battle before the prayers of the people were heard and the war had finally ended. But her work did not. Work never ended in an order like this. So when the orders came for yet another group to travel to the poor pagans in the east, the uneducated pityful souls who had yet to know the full grace of the Angels, Ariadna was one of the first of the order requested to go. She had roots there, did she not, from her mother’s side? Perfect for earning a bit of trust from these savages. So now she is finally to see the land that gave her mother that untamed spirit she had loved so in her youth, travelling with holy knights who’s reputation makes them slightly feared wherever they go. For how do you face someone who’s wounds close and heal as you watch it, how can you hope to stand up to anyone who goes to war with the angels themselves at their side? How do you fight something that can not die?

Stats:
Hit Points: 50

Speed:

Strength: 8
Dexterity: 10
Constitution: 18
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom: 12 (/14)
Charisma: 16 (/18)

Actions/Spells:
All she knows is healing hymns/prayers;
-healing prayer
-Healing psalm
-Halo
Weapons: Being a nun she doesn't carry any (just have to be creative with that sowingscissors)

Armor: none

Traits;
+ Homeland Kinship: You know Bismarkia, you know it’s people, begin with two extra Charisma and two extra Wisdom while on Bismarkian land
+ Warrior of Michael: Your resolute devotion to Michael’s gospel empowers you with an additional two constitution

Skills/tomes:
-Our Good Lord Gabriel
-Alchemy vol. 1
-A book from the Royal Library

-Alchemy vol 2
-stable
-horse

(the order she is part of is inspired by the Knights Hospitaller, which was a military order under the church, in which the nuns would come along as healers to the battlefront. I also drew a lot of inspiration to her clothes from st. Johns medieval military order. Yes, I know they don't look like the traditional nun attire, but the image of what a nun should look like comes far later. You don't usually picture them in a medival setting, but rather somewhere in the 1600-1800, don't you? Around the time of the Three Musketeers and Romeo and Juliette? Earlier on, the centuries before that, both munks and nuns actaully wore the same clothes as any other commoner, with small variations here and there. But when the rest of the world moved on with its fashion-trends and styles, the monestaries and orders of God lingered behind, and eventually it became the traditional suits that we think of today)

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Military…

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knights_…

world4.eu/monastic-costumes-hi…

Description
Founds this new awesome group and who can blame me for wanting to join something like that!

Name: Ariadne Asher
Titles:
Sex: female
Age: 21
Card type: Bronze

Race: Angeline/ Bismacian:
Her family originally spawns from the Holy Angeline Empire (and it is also there that the family residence can be found), but her father took his first bride from Eidetilia during his travels as a holy knight, as he did not possess a heart strong enough to leave her behind once she admitted affection for him in return.

Ariadne herself has journeyed to Caniaund for her studies, and then on through Bismarcia as a missionary, all too happy to see her mother’s homeland (and feeling oddly at home in this pagan land where her temper is not as frowned upon as it would be back in her home-empire).

Home: a small cell at the monastery.
Occupation: novice at a santos Bethuel military order, under abbey Sophia Vega

Family:

Mother; Rhonwen Asher (born Conway) (deceased), a woman who was known for her free and wild spirit in her youth, but her children eventually sapped her of all her energy, and she passed away along with her fifth child (a stillborn girl). Until then however she clearly managed to pass on plenty of her ‘pagan’ ways from her homeland to her young ones.

Stepmother; Candace Asher (born Dwi), a fair and quietly charming young lady, who many say is a far better match for her husband than her predecessor. She is quite pleased to live out her days concerned more with the running of the house than her children (objects make more sense than people, and never change their minds!) and she spends half of her time feeling sorry for herself for all the trouble. Her slightly weak health does nothing to improve her patience.

Father; Ewald Asher, a silent and stoic man who does not care much for the underlying backstabbing of politics, and prefers the open direct orders in a battle to discussions and compromises. He was brought up in a military family who all served the church and earned their titles on the field. He adores all his children, and they know him well enough to read that in his almost none-existent expression (a trick his current wife has yet to learn). The death of Rhonwen, his first wife, slightly broke his spirit, and it is no secret that he married again simply for practical reasons (but who doesn’t these days?)

Siblings, in birthorder;

Delwyn, the oldest brother and the father’s pride. His strong sense of justice and laws might make him fair, but also a tad bit distant and absolute when he calls the law the same for everyone. The only thing he has failed at so far is finding a wife suiting to his standard, but since he refuses to marry anyone he suspect of lying, his sisters often say he will never have any heir in the end.

Fingal; the second brother, the restless rebel of the family and a constant grief for their mother. So far they have managed to distract him enough with hobbies like hunting or swordpractice to keep him from making a fool of himself and the family at some brothel (but they want him married as soon as possible to prevent it, just to be on the safe side). The fact that he has refused to join any kind of order of the church despite all his skill with the sword is a well-kept secret, and has caused quite a rift between him and their father.

Tegan; the third child, and first daughter. Their stepmother did what she could to make a proper lady out of her, but Tegan was always a bit too clever and strong in her will to obey completely. By now she is a mind to be reckoned with, and is quite used to have her way. Now as she has reached adult age she is the spitting image of her mother, bringing both joy and grief to her father each time he looks at her, a constant source of silent raging jealousy to their stepmother.

(Ariadne; the fourth child, who rather joined a sacred order of the angels and lives in celibacy than marry a man. Her history of a low noble makes it easier for her to act more pious than she might be. While she lost her biological mother at the age of 4 and can barely remember her she is the one of the older siblings who acts most like her, to the pride of her father and despair of her stepmother (her older brothers has of course done everything they can to encourage her in her ‘funny ways’).)

Cailean; the fifth child, first born from the second wife Cadance, and the spoiled youngest son of the family. The father has made sure he will turn into a pride to the family no matter what (now that his second son has failed him), and it has made the boy not so little full of himself, having his great “destiny”.

Milada; the sixth child, a girl that seems to have been forgotten by everyone except the nanny that she adores. She is a sweet, quiet girl; the spitting image of her mother, and appears to be quite content with less attention if it comes with less expectations (though she has become quite an expert at sneak around and simply take what she wants, since nobody would suspect her).

(Morana; the seventh child, a girl who passed away at the age of three from a strange fever.)

Akiko; the eight child, a girl who’s name was inspired from a book her mother collected from the east (her father still finds it odd). She has quite a problem with stuttering, and prefers to hide behind her oldest brothers than face her own parents straight on. She has often been seen simply staring at people with something judging in her eyes, as if she knows more than anyone would like about them.

…- The ninth child, still a baby but the current grief of the family. He carries features that has made the father question who’s child he really is, and despite the mother’s tears he will not give up on the matter. She, of course, denies all accusations, all while the child has been left in the care of the nannies and still haven’t been granted a name.

Personality:
+Dedicated +Honest +Loyal
-Stubborn –Not as clever as she thinks –Explodes once she finally loses her temper –Curious

Likes:

-Music, though she can’t play any instruments very well, and only know what few songs she learned as a child apart from the psalms in the church, where she is only part of a choir. (What she misses most of all is her mother’s lullabies by the fireplace)

-Speed; galloping horses, fast chariots, running downhill with the wind in her face and a tickle in her belly; it will make her day any time (was she any less of a lady she would turn every stair she could into a slide)

-Hearing stories of knights and battle; being her father’s daughter she had never cared much for romance or rescued princesses, and she has more than once started fights with her brothers when they wouldn’t let her play a knight as well in their games (Tegan was, of course, always the dragon, and won more than half of the time).

-Acting above talking. To be forced to sit idle and wait doesn’t suit her at all. So like any proper woman of her time she makes sure to always have yarn and needles with her when there is risk for time between duties, prayers and lessons.

Dislikes:

-Being touched by strangers, even if it is only a friendly pat on the shoulder.

-Getting questions she can not answer (be it facts or opinions); she often ends up muttering and stuttering while trying to formulate an answer, preventing any conversation to continue.

-Cold. She gets problem with sleeping if her chamber gets too cold in the winter, and prefers warm food at all times of the year.

Other:

-She is 176cm (/5,77 f) tall, and still a bit chubby, despite the activities and strict diets of the order.

-Ariadne studies and works under abbey Sophia Vega, of the santos Bethuel military order (founded by the holy knight ser Bethuel, who was said to be the angel Michael’s sword on Earth), which was probably not quite what her parents had in mind when she chose the church. But it is an honorable work, and who can deny the loyalty of those who follow the holy knights to battle?

-On a whim of her father let her tag along on the lessons he held for her brothers in the art of reading and writing when she was 7 years old (she had been spying and eavesdropping on them for long enough, and he could see too much of his beloved Rhonwen in her to say no). After that it was only a small step to be allowed to sit and watch their sword-practice as well, even if she would get dually punished by their new mother every time she was caught trying to imitate them. Today she still hits her brothers with rulers if she sees fit, and even if they of course have risen far above her in combat skills and beat her every time she still seems to enjoy it.

History:

Growing up on the far countryside where Ewald Asher, head of the family, preferred to stay, all the children of the family could live in relative safety (compared to many others throughout the kingdom). They only had a taste of the world when their father had to leave for the frontlines or on the rare occasions they would entertain guests or friends of their parents. Ariadne would always long for these times, when they would get more tales to add to their evenings, more than just her father and brothers practicing in the days, and something new to the days when they woke up in the mornings.

Many children might be laughing at things like marriage when they are young, thinking they will never bother, or they just find it the more natural path to take, like there is no other way for a life to be lived. But most grow out of such notions as reality starts to knock on the door. Ariadne however never stopped laughing. She still found the idea of sharing her life with a man abhorrent as she grew past 7, 10, 15 years of age. But she also grew in experience of what the world was like. She knew that just like her brothers and sisters, she was expected to do and be certain things, things she only felt a despairing disgust for. It of course did not help that the woman her father remarried when she was 6 was a true traditionalist who immediately started making plans for her ‘new children’s future’, as she put it. To be fair it was Ariadna’s older sister Tegan who turned her grief over the loss of their mother into rage (even if it had been more than a year since her passing) and began destroying the letters that arrived to the new medama Asher, hide shoes and leave thistles in her bed. Their brother Fingal soon joined in, providing frogs for her drawers and replaced gold with useless copper when she was to go shop in the towns.

The older siblings no doubt knew just what kind of influence they had over their younger sister, just as much as they knew of Delwyn’s (the oldest) opinion on their pranks. Luckily for their stepmother Ariadna was much more her father’s daughter than anything else, and actually did as she was told when he had enough of their ‘games’, or the woman’s life at the house would most likely would have become unbearable. But she never learned to respect her opinions enough to listen and obey many of her requests… It took the family years to come to some kind of peace, and the silence that now rest over the house it is an uneasy one. While the oldest son Delwyn, as well as Ariadna, seem to have come to some kind of terms with the new life, Fingal and Tegan, the middlechildren, have never forgiven ‘the imposter’ for ever coming into their lives. While Fingal might be a more obvious issue, being a man and thus beyond most of the woman’s reach by now, Tegan has only been growing more clever by the years, and she still plans to have Candace Asher out of their home, life, maybe even off the surface of this earth (or rather under it)…

While Tegan worked on the problem with the medama of their house, Ariadne rather spend her time frowning over the problem of her future, or the lack of such if one was to believe her. And at the age of 16 she came upon a solution, in desperation over another problem all together;

After a day spent in the pleasant company of one of her closest friends Ariadne found herself with the strange conclusion that she would indeed rather let the days go on like this, in the company of friends rather than a husband. Children there would be plenty of from her own siblings, even if she didn’t mind the idea to have her own. It was just the husband-part that created a dark blot on her future. The thought wouldn’t leave her mind, not through dinner, not through the conversations, not through the quiet settling down when she helped her friend comb her hair and could only conclude that she never wanted to stop. And certainly not in her sleep. Not for days.

She knew far better than to expect such a life though, and in the end she made her way to the local church to pray the dreams away so they wouldn’t plague her with impossible hopes. There she ended up speaking to a monk who was, for one reason or the other, passing by, and even though she to this day still doesn’t know his name it didn’t take long for other ideas to take root in her mind. Ideas planted there by him and his holy brothers. For the monks to had sisters, plenty of them, all over the land. If she wanted to continue her studies of the holy book, as well as harness the gift the angels had grazed upon the humans, then why not go to visit them and find her place amongst their ranks? If Ariadne was ready to give up a life with a man and children, she could have a bigger family and a greater purpose than ever before. And what was that for her to give up? Nothing really. So as she returned home she voiced her wish to go to a greater city where the churches and holy orders could be found as soon as she passed over the doorstep.

No doubt her new mother was pleased to see her go, although her father warned her of the repetitive and slow patient ways of the sisters. Ariadne however only saw it as a challenge, and left as soon as she could. The journey took just as long as one would expect, and for the first time she could finally get a grasp of what war could do to a land, how taxes for soldiers could affect farmers on the other side of the whole country, and how people who had returned with life but not all limbs now struggled to even survived. How whole families screamed and cried when their hearts were torn out as they lost sons and fathers, and then fell to poverty when they lost the workforce of their boys. It stayed in her mind for so long that when she finally stood before the grand city Ironhaven she was already starting to doubt what she was doing. But stubborn as she was she continued on, through the gates and up the stairs to the first church she could find. And the next. And the one after that. It took time, but once she found the sisters of the santos Bethuel order, the ones who marched along to the greatest of danger to not let their brothers down, led by the light of the angels planted in their hearts by the holy words, she knew she had been right. This was a perfect new home!

Her brothers later on told her that when their father opened the letter she had sent him the same evening he had laughed out loud before he could stop himself. But he knew his daughter all too well, and could now finally be assured that she would be happy and that he had indeed raised her right. So despite his wife’s protest he sent her all the best of wishes and money that she would need to begin her new life at once. Unknown to the other siblings he also sent her the same words that his own father had given him when he set out on his own training, words that had stayed in their family for generations, and that he asked her to keep close in mind as she decided her actions;

Oratio pro vivis
in genere florum pro mortuis.
gladio iustitiae poena impio morte.
Ita et nos ad venire ad altare sanctorum.

(A prayer for the living,
A branch of flowers for the dead.
With a sword of justice, the punishment of death for the wicked.
Thus we shall arrive at the altar of the saints.)

Ariadne, as always pleased to make her father proud, stayed at the monastery for the years to come, learning far more interesting things than the proper way for a lady to write invitations. And she was glad to have her sisters and her work at hand; although she had set out to make a difference she was too young and inexperienced to see any actual battle before the prayers of the people were heard and the war had finally ended. But her work did not. Work never ended in an order like this. So when the orders came for yet another group to travel to the poor pagans in the east, the uneducated pityful souls who had yet to know the full grace of the Angels, Ariadna was one of the first of the order requested to go. She had roots there, did she not, from her mother’s side? Perfect for earning a bit of trust from these savages. So now she is finally to see the land that gave her mother that untamed spirit she had loved so in her youth, travelling with holy knights who’s reputation makes them slightly feared wherever they go. For how do you face someone who’s wounds close and heal as you watch it, how can you hope to stand up to anyone who goes to war with the angels themselves at their side? How do you fight something that can not die?

Stats:
Hit Points: 50

Speed:

Strength: 8
Dexterity: 10
Constitution: 18
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom: 12 (/14)
Charisma: 16 (/18)

Actions/Spells:
All she knows is healing hymns/prayers;
-healing prayer
-Healing psalm
-Halo
Weapons: Being a nun she doesn't carry any (just have to be creative with that sowingscissors)

Armor: none

Traits;
+ Homeland Kinship: You know Bismarkia, you know it’s people, begin with two extra Charisma and two extra Wisdom while on Bismarkian land
+ Warrior of Michael: Your resolute devotion to Michael’s gospel empowers you with an additional two constitution

Skills/tomes:
-Our Good Lord Gabriel
-Alchemy vol. 1
-A book from the Royal Library

-Alchemy vol 2
-stable
-horse

(the order she is part of is inspired by the Knights Hospitaller, which was a military order under the church, in which the nuns would come along as healers to the battlefront. I also drew a lot of inspiration to her clothes from st. Johns medieval military order. Yes, I know they don't look like the traditional nun attire, but the image of what a nun should look like comes far later. You don't usually picture them in a medival setting, but rather somewhere in the 1600-1800, don't you? Around the time of the Three Musketeers and Romeo and Juliette? Earlier on, the centuries before that, both munks and nuns actaully wore the same clothes as any other commoner, with small variations here and there. But when the rest of the world moved on with its fashion-trends and styles, the monestaries and orders of God lingered behind, and eventually it became the traditional suits that we think of today)

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Military…

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knights_…

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