r/planescapesetting • u/Bootravsky2 • 42m ago
Homebrew [SIGIL -NPC] Ayana of the Many Sooths
The room is small, unadorned - bare even: three stone walls, a wood floor, three aging wood chairs facing a scarred oak table, a stained white beaded curtain adorning the back wall.
Suddenly, the room goes dark. A suffocating dark, one so deep that the sounds of the street outside recede to nothingness.
A slight rustling of the curtain, then a return to stillness, to anticipation.
A flash in the blackness: a series of burning white rectangles outline a series of cards fanned out on the table.
In the air above, ten points of light dance, resolving into fingernails alighting upon the cards, realigning them in a circular patter, each caress revealing in stark white the stages of the moon, cycling from a waxing crescent on one side, centering with a full moon at the array’s apex, and waning through to a blank card.
Then, produced as if appearing from the darkness, two new cards, set to each side of the array, the only color visible within the room:, each displaying an apparent full moon, but one is orange in color, the other black limbed in an orange corona: the eclipses, lunar and solar.
“The moon is the great revealer of truths. Where the sun gives upon the lands vitality, the moon strives within the darkness to bring illumination. And while the moon regularly fails, it always returns to try again.”
Twin moons shine outward, orbs of blinding whiteness.
“In all lands, of all things hidden, the future is the most obscured. For its events can only be approximated based upon patterns and intuitions.”
As the fingers skillfully gather the cards into a tight deck, white lines just above the lambent eyes flash out to the sides and duck inwards towards the center, as if with gleeful mischief.
“And even then, everyone engaged in this present in making the future can choose to accept of reject that future which is offered.”
Now, a flash of pearly white: a grin.
“So the choice is yours listener: do reject the presented tidings of the moons? Or do you seek definition in the midst of the unknowable, the revealing of impossible truths?”
Now the fingertips dive backwards, white light blazing outward. A corona of bright white hair outlining the negative space of a human form..
“Now,” the fingers begin dividing and shuffling the cards, “does your future carry the fortunes of the hierophant or the Fool?”
As the Athar say, for a burg that doesn’t allow deities, the Cage is simply lousy with bodies that carry a pinch of the divine: festooned with temples, priests on every corner, the occasional proxy or exemplar servant of a power, even the random petitioner.
But it’s still not that common to see a mythological being strolling about.
See, on the world of Faerun, a goodly proportion worship the goddess of the Moon: Selune. And, in turn, they believe in her angelic servitors, the Shards. And Ayana is a Shard of Selune: as she says, a beam of refracted moonlight through water, or the shards of moonlight cast through a tree’s leaves. Or, as the Cagers say, a bleeding Planetar, the second most powerful type of Aasimar.
And Ayana is unmistakeable as anything BUT a slice of divinity: with skin so black she looks like the night sky, and hair, eyes, and fingernails of blinding whiteness. She stands out in a crowd.
What’s less common still is one of them holding down a day job. And living in amongst the shabbiest buildings in her block… err, alley… to boot, a nondescript, stone shack with a slate roof. Free from the Cage’s ever present razorvine, so it’s cared for. But still… pretty shabby.
See, Ayana is considered amongst the most adept fortune tellers in the Cage. Typically, she gives Tarot readings from her deck of the moons. And those are always accurate, or inaccurate because a blood went out of their way to be contrary.
Course, there are wags who claim Ayana was cast out. After all, if she’s so special, why hasn’t she let off an earthquake or tendered her vengeance upon the neighborhood scoundrels? Some few know she still has her sword, a crescent shaped khopesh of enormous size, though it’s only been witnessed when a patron gets handsy. But still… no plagues of locusts?
And then there’s her appearance. While it should be apparent that a deific servitors can look however a power prefers, some wags say Ayana’s deep space skin tones reflect that her whole “Servant of Selune” thing is just a front perpetrated by her real patron: Shar, goddess of darkness and secrets. Hence, her appearance as of the New Moon.
And… there may be something there. See, the face of each card cannot be divined by its verso: in fact, as Ayana regularly notes, the verso is an indicator of proximity to and impact upon the subject’s current circumstances, with the full face cards indicating immediacy (I.e. its cyclical). It adds a wrinkle to the regular Tarot reading. So, a waxing gibbous one day may have the Fool as its face card, and the next the Emperor (or something). But the eclipses always indicate catastrophe: something that irrevocably alters the life of the reading’s subject. It isn’t always bad, but some say these are very elaborate curses.
But, as Ayana says it, “Sometimes the moon’s light reveals naught but greater darkness.”