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After a hiatus from playing her, I am bringing Aella back to the Sunday ToA game. When she last left her comrades, she was a young (and bitter) cleric of Talos. She'd longed to be free of him and had hoped escaping her fathers temple would be enough. Freeing yourself from a god is no small matter though...

Stuck in an unknown plane (which is what our GM uses to explain when people can't make a session), Aella is forced to endure the dark silence and solitude with nothing but her own thoughts and her begrduging faith in Talos. After days of being there, she begins to hear another voice; perhaps it's just her mind starting to fade to madness. "I can help you..." She would come to find a sword in this plane; a longsword, with a black metal hilt- it's ornamentation reaching up toward the blade like readied talons. "Focus your sight on me... not him. Sever those ties and I can free you, both from Talos, and from this place. But you must make me this vow. Keep. Your Eyes. On me." Being offered not just a way out, but a way free of Talos, she took up the blade and eagerly gave her oath. She drew the blade across her eyes and felt the warmth of blood begin to streak down her face. Her eyes clenched fearfully as pain struck her like hot coals, but as she blinked them open, she heard the voice once more, "Your enthusiasm shall be well rewarded." Her sight remained, and she felt the pull of energies as if she were being tugged free from the plane she had been trapped in for days.

To keep the party balanced, (we lost our tanky fighter) I am returning as a Hexblade!

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After a hiatus from playing her, I am bringing Aella back to the Sunday ToA game. When she last left her comrades, she was a young (and bitter) cleric of Talos. She'd longed to be free of him and had hoped escaping her fathers temple would be enough. Freeing yourself from a god is no small matter though...

Stuck in an unknown plane (which is what our GM uses to explain when people can't make a session), Aella is forced to endure the dark silence and solitude with nothing but her own thoughts and her begrduging faith in Talos. After days of being there, she begins to hear another voice; perhaps it's just her mind starting to fade to madness. "I can help you..." She would come to find a sword in this plane; a longsword, with a black metal hilt- it's ornamentation reaching up toward the blade like readied talons. "Focus your sight on me... not him. Sever those ties and I can free you, both from Talos, and from this place. But you must make me this vow. Keep. Your Eyes. On me." Being offered not just a way out, but a way free of Talos, she took up the blade and eagerly gave her oath. She drew the blade across her eyes and felt the warmth of blood begin to streak down her face. Her eyes clenched fearfully as pain struck her like hot coals, but as she blinked them open, she heard the voice once more, "Your enthusiasm shall be well rewarded." Her sight remained, and she felt the pull of energies as if she were being tugged free from the plane she had been trapped in for days.

To keep the party balanced, (we lost our tanky fighter) I am returning as a Hexblade!