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Luske Truestar, a faithful priestess of Sarenrae the Dawnflower, always took pride in serving as one of her goddess's many deliverers of light, warmth, and redemption to the peoples of Golarion. While many of her fellow worshipers readily took up arms in service of the goddess, seeking to smite the many evils of the arid plains of Katapesh that could not be redeemed by even the most gracious acts of kindness, Luske never had much of a heart for combat, but still wore the sacred scimitar of Sarenrae at her side as a divine focus to channel her many blessings. She found herself much more adept at healing the sick and wounded, of which there were many in the small town of Solku. While the country of Katapesh allowed and was indeed infamous for the trade of slavery in the region, Solku itself, which had such a large contingent of Sarenites, did not look kindly upon the practice. While it would be unlawful for them to free or forbid the trade of slaves, it was not uncommon for pens and chains to mysteriously weaken or break in the dead of night, and the guards of Solku always seemed to have better things to do than track down escaped 'property'.

Unfortunately, lacking anyplace to escape to that would not see them back in bondage once more, many slaves ended up turning to banditry out in the wastes, roaming the savannas to the east and mountains to the west in multiracial tribes, willing to take in anyone and anything they could get their hands on just to reclaim some semblance of control in the world. Luske was dispatched with her fellow Sarenites as part of the Dawn Vigil to combat one such group of bandits after they had raided a civilian caravan escorting refugees to Solku. There she witnessed the horrors this particular tribe was known for - their practice of cutting down even their own should they fall in battle. Assailed by a poor young piggy-orc boy, she felt great sorrow at watching his reckless, formless strikes and the desperation of the starving youth. As a mercy, she laid him low without drawing her blade to ensure he would not bleed out, only to find one of the boy's own clan-mates, later she would learn, his father, prepare to execute the failed runt. Intervening, she castigated the brute with the Dawnflower's own holy flames, reclaiming the boy to bring back to Solku with her against his wishes, twice wounding his pride both for besting him, and again for denying him an honorable death.

Eventually, she convinced the church to take him in and train him to join the order. Despite the boy's initial misgivings, he took to the combat drills well, and eventually came around to the scripture of the lady of redemption as well. He felt a great remorse for the way he'd lived his life, but soon grew to feel an even deeper pity for those still lost and in pain without Sarenrae's guidance. Despite his best attempts, he could never muster the resolve to become a fully-fledged Paladin of the order, but eventually the Dawnflower's blessings found their way to him, igniting his fervor along the path of the Warpriest. Luske was delighted that her pupil had come so far over these many years, and wished him a tearful goodbye as he left the city to join the Pathfinder Society, hoping he could put his divine gifts to better use there since the Church still saw him unfit for duty.

Left in an empty nest, Luske soon jumped at the opportunity to find a new purpose, taking a mission to infiltrate a cult in the heart of Katapesh City far to the west, the greatest hive of scum in villainy this side of Cheliax. She trained for months to hide the signs of her faith, to conceal the aura of her blessings, and to cast from a concealed holy symbol stitched into the interior of her undergarments, before making the journey across the sands to Katapesh itself. It didn't take long to find signs of the cult at work, apparently following an orc by the name of Lucky Farouq, a notorious scoundrel and con artist who'd supposedly gained divinity from one of his wild schemes, empowering him to bestow miracles upon the poor of the city who know flocked to him. The sick were cured, the invalid healed, and countless Pesh addicts freed of their burdens.

But they were stealing. A lot. And in Katapesh, nothing can be allowed to interfere with the flow of trade, so the enigmatic Pactmasters that ran the place had an obscene bounty on Farouq's head, and if the Church of Sarenrae ended up being responsible for dismantling the cult, that'd translate into far greater political clout to help win them favor in the courts of the coin lords. Keeping watchful vigil over the poor and destitute and soon posing as one herself, Luske was soon recruited into the cult and led to their lair in a disused monastery of Sarenite worship in the hills outside of town, of all places. She could feel the righteous indignation burning in her blood as the thugs and layabouts defaced and dismantled what little remained of the once-holy place, but she had to contain it for now. She expected it to take quite some time to cultivate enough trust to rise in the cult's ranks and meet Farouq himself, but to her surprise, the leader called for her almost immediately.

It quickly became clear why. He was a disgusting, fat lech of a man who took to shame in abusing the women of his cult. She remained evasive and was able to keep him distracted from pursuing her too closely at first, but eventually he grew suspicious. Things came to a head when she watched him slay a young rat boy that was grovelling at his feet - and out of reflex she'd conjured a burning blade to place at his throat. With a grin, the illusion he'd lain had faded away, the rat not even present, but his suspicions confirmed, and her presence outed. That's when things got... fuzzy.

Paladin Luske [2/2]

Paladin Luske [3/2]

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Description

Luske Truestar, a faithful priestess of Sarenrae the Dawnflower, always took pride in serving as one of her goddess's many deliverers of light, warmth, and redemption to the peoples of Golarion. While many of her fellow worshipers readily took up arms in service of the goddess, seeking to smite the many evils of the arid plains of Katapesh that could not be redeemed by even the most gracious acts of kindness, Luske never had much of a heart for combat, but still wore the sacred scimitar of Sarenrae at her side as a divine focus to channel her many blessings. She found herself much more adept at healing the sick and wounded, of which there were many in the small town of Solku. While the country of Katapesh allowed and was indeed infamous for the trade of slavery in the region, Solku itself, which had such a large contingent of Sarenites, did not look kindly upon the practice. While it would be unlawful for them to free or forbid the trade of slaves, it was not uncommon for pens and chains to mysteriously weaken or break in the dead of night, and the guards of Solku always seemed to have better things to do than track down escaped 'property'.

Unfortunately, lacking anyplace to escape to that would not see them back in bondage once more, many slaves ended up turning to banditry out in the wastes, roaming the savannas to the east and mountains to the west in multiracial tribes, willing to take in anyone and anything they could get their hands on just to reclaim some semblance of control in the world. Luske was dispatched with her fellow Sarenites as part of the Dawn Vigil to combat one such group of bandits after they had raided a civilian caravan escorting refugees to Solku. There she witnessed the horrors this particular tribe was known for - their practice of cutting down even their own should they fall in battle. Assailed by a poor young piggy-orc boy, she felt great sorrow at watching his reckless, formless strikes and the desperation of the starving youth. As a mercy, she laid him low without drawing her blade to ensure he would not bleed out, only to find one of the boy's own clan-mates, later she would learn, his father, prepare to execute the failed runt. Intervening, she castigated the brute with the Dawnflower's own holy flames, reclaiming the boy to bring back to Solku with her against his wishes, twice wounding his pride both for besting him, and again for denying him an honorable death.

Eventually, she convinced the church to take him in and train him to join the order. Despite the boy's initial misgivings, he took to the combat drills well, and eventually came around to the scripture of the lady of redemption as well. He felt a great remorse for the way he'd lived his life, but soon grew to feel an even deeper pity for those still lost and in pain without Sarenrae's guidance. Despite his best attempts, he could never muster the resolve to become a fully-fledged Paladin of the order, but eventually the Dawnflower's blessings found their way to him, igniting his fervor along the path of the Warpriest. Luske was delighted that her pupil had come so far over these many years, and wished him a tearful goodbye as he left the city to join the Pathfinder Society, hoping he could put his divine gifts to better use there since the Church still saw him unfit for duty.

Left in an empty nest, Luske soon jumped at the opportunity to find a new purpose, taking a mission to infiltrate a cult in the heart of Katapesh City far to the west, the greatest hive of scum in villainy this side of Cheliax. She trained for months to hide the signs of her faith, to conceal the aura of her blessings, and to cast from a concealed holy symbol stitched into the interior of her undergarments, before making the journey across the sands to Katapesh itself. It didn't take long to find signs of the cult at work, apparently following an orc by the name of Lucky Farouq, a notorious scoundrel and con artist who'd supposedly gained divinity from one of his wild schemes, empowering him to bestow miracles upon the poor of the city who know flocked to him. The sick were cured, the invalid healed, and countless Pesh addicts freed of their burdens.

But they were stealing. A lot. And in Katapesh, nothing can be allowed to interfere with the flow of trade, so the enigmatic Pactmasters that ran the place had an obscene bounty on Farouq's head, and if the Church of Sarenrae ended up being responsible for dismantling the cult, that'd translate into far greater political clout to help win them favor in the courts of the coin lords. Keeping watchful vigil over the poor and destitute and soon posing as one herself, Luske was soon recruited into the cult and led to their lair in a disused monastery of Sarenite worship in the hills outside of town, of all places. She could feel the righteous indignation burning in her blood as the thugs and layabouts defaced and dismantled what little remained of the once-holy place, but she had to contain it for now. She expected it to take quite some time to cultivate enough trust to rise in the cult's ranks and meet Farouq himself, but to her surprise, the leader called for her almost immediately.

It quickly became clear why. He was a disgusting, fat lech of a man who took to shame in abusing the women of his cult. She remained evasive and was able to keep him distracted from pursuing her too closely at first, but eventually he grew suspicious. Things came to a head when she watched him slay a young rat boy that was grovelling at his feet - and out of reflex she'd conjured a burning blade to place at his throat. With a grin, the illusion he'd lain had faded away, the rat not even present, but his suspicions confirmed, and her presence outed. That's when things got... fuzzy.

Paladin Luske [2/2]

Paladin Luske [3/2]

Description by Kah

Kah colored it!

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Or sending a one-time donation by Buying Me a Ko-Fi

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