Revised/refined concept- Suvarion
I have reworked my original psion concept a bit- perhsps this version would fit in a little better. The core of the character is still the same- an elan psion and living weapon from before the great catastrophe, set loose to wander in a very strange and different land, but I have toned down some of her sharper edges to make her more workable in a group setting.
Name: Suvarion (once known as Suvarion Skybreaker)
Race/gender/class: elan female psion (kineticist) 14
Note: Given her background, it might be likely that scholars of history or similar lore might have heard of her previous incarnation as a living weapon of enormous power- much to her embarrassment, as her current task to to find out what caused the catastrophe (and to see if it can be fixed, or to do good works in penance).
Background: The two figures stood high on a cliff, looking out over a blasted waste of grey dunes, dotted here and there with crumbling towers of rough stone- obviously not natural rock formations. This was the deep desert wastelands- no one dwelt in this desolate realms, not even the maddest nomadic recluses, and the pair had traveled for days just to reach this point. The taller of the two (by only the slimmest of margins) seemed to defy reasonable precaution- despite the killing heat of the air, she was wrapped in a full cloak of heavy black material, unadorned save for a patch above the left breast where some symbol had been crudely removed. After a long time spent in quiet contemplation of the ruined vista before them, she finally turned to her compatriot, a withered and ancient elvish man in the paint and bones of a tribal shaman.
"We did this, you say?," the woman asked quietly, turning away from the eerie scene. "I knew that some answer might be found amongst your people, that perhaps even if no living memory remained, the elves would know- but truly, I hoped for some other answer. Any other answer than to hear that my folk were the authors of such destruction."
The elf shook his head sadly, the ritual beads braided into his hair rattling softly. "We do not know for sure what caused the great catastrophe- only that you, or those like you, wrought some of the local destruction that was but one part of the sundering. In some places, the devastation was as sudden as the sunrise- while in other places, it still seems to be happening, as sickly grey dunes creep across what was healthy land." He paused, still staring out across the sky towards the nearest of the towers. "That was a dwelling place, you said? It is hard to conceive of folk dwelling together on such a scale- even the magic of the God-Kings would be hard-pressed to support such a settlement."
Slowly, almost reluctantly, the woman turned to view the scene once more. "It was more than that. The last time I saw this place, all those towers and more of them that have vanished were all part of one city. Even the land between them was filled with smaller buildings and houses, all of this valley was one great community..." She drew a deep sigh, and her voice grew rough as if she were fighting back tears as the memories flooded through her. "It seems like only yesterday. We were the proud army, our least members capable of great feats of power, and we crossed over this very ridge- none of us thought to look back, for we were all so confident that we would soon return in triumph. None of us knew what we were headed into- the battlefields, the powers that were unleashed. If I had not been trapped within that terrible mindscape, I would have perished as well, like all my people... Instead I endured as the years passed- I cannot believe how long it has been, nor can I believe that those visions which plagued me for so long, were true scenes of what happened in the outside world. I had hoped, truly, that those were visions of my worst nightmares, sent to torment me in my hellish prison. Even when the walls of that containment began to fail, I still thought what I saw was illusion- but to be faced with this, and to feel that somehow I bear even the slightest shade of responsibility, well it would have been better if I had died."
The elven shaman looked at her with concern etched into the lines of his ancient face. "Not better, for then you would retain that responsibility through all eternity. You lived, as so few of your people did- yes, others survived the catastrophe, others of your undying folk. Most have been driven mad, or retreated to the dark places of the world- and other, stranger beings lived as well. But few have any care or concern for the world outside their own petty domains. You have seen where that leads, both in the desolation before us, and in the servants of the God-Kings that we met upon the road. Perhaps you lived for some greater reason- perhaps there is still work for you to do here. There are the true reasons for the sundering, yet to be unearthed, and there are many ways which you might seek expiation or atonement, for what responsibility or horrors still haunt your soul. There are good deeds to be done, Suvarion who was called Skybreaker- your name, after all, was not lost to time, for your powers were legendary in the Time Before. Perhaps your imprisonment diminished those gifts, or perhaps it is simply part of the trial that your life has prepared for you. But you can do much, more than simple folk like myself and my tribe. It is only up to you to decide what path to take- I am sure that the God-Kings might welcome a servant of such power, and I am equally sure that you might struggle against those false gods, with far more success than the refugees of the wasteland. I will leave you now, that you might stand beneath the stars and the wind and meditate upon your choices- both those you have made and those you have yet to make." Without another word, the old elf began to make his way back down the hill, towards the small band of warrior-scouts that had escorted them on their journey so far.
"You are right," she said finally, after hours had passed. She did not seem to realize she was alone, and the shaman and his escort had departed to return to their home. "There are questions that I must find the answers to, and deeds I can do to salve the wounds I bear upon my soul. Now I must begin..." With but a thought, the air seemed to boil around her, and the heavy black cloak belled outward like a great pair of wings as she rose into the air, ready to begin this new journey- it would be a long one, she knew, but time was one obstacle she knew she could face. Perhaps there might be others to join her upon the road...