The Lunar Priestess |
|
| << Back | By Lunar priestess |
|
Astrea, Priestess of the Cold Moon
In the December of the second year, of the nineteenth century, under the gaze of the cold moon, a young girl was born.
A few weeks later a small bundle was found resting upon the steps of the local, rather poor, orphanage, ran by the lunar priestesses.
Exactly twenty years later, from the time of her birth she had become the head priestess for the cold moon.
Years passed, and as they did, she became more restless by the day. She yearned for the taste of real food and wine, for the luxuries she had never had. With that she disowned her clan, becoming rogue.
As she became more of a rogue, so did her tongue. Before she would speak with the grace of a priestess, with warmth, understanding and encouragement, now when she speaks she has no care for anyone but herself, she will easily go against her word, doing anything to obtain what she needs...especially for money.
Having her first taste of gold and silver as she joined the woodcutters, set her off. Now she will cut anything for the right amount, an example of this is Bob. Not long ago she had a run in with the Guardians of Bob (GoB) for taking his lumber, though after some swift action they prevented Astrea from using Bob as a resource point, as much as she dislikes this she must accept it, so as not to cause any backlash towards herself.
What did you expect to hear? "so as not to cause any backlash towards Loreroot"? I think not. Remember, this lady is in it for herself. If she has to accept rules to get her way, then she shall, but she will always look for loop holes.
Now, I must go. I have followed her for long enough to see how she has turned out, and so my job is done. Now it is your choice what you leave others to see about her.
I hope this proves helpful.
~Algolis, Head priestess of the Wolf Moon
|
|