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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sadras" data-source="post: 7156701" data-attributes="member: 6688277">Maybe this might inspire you - one of my players at my table is playing a 'slightly insane' cleric obsessed with bringing his deity back into the fold. He believes At'ar was an older female facet of Amaunator.Below is an email my player sent me, with the italicised commentary being a short character prose...From a setting point of view, there isn’t much on At’ar. There are degrees of separation through the editions as At’ar was a female facet of Amaunator who in turn was a facet of Lathandar who then “died” and then came back as Amaunator.  The way Kavah sees it, through his fractured sense of faith, is that At’ar is the true form of the sun god and that she sleeps within Amaunator and he prays to her in order to awaken her. Whether it is her or Amaunator (by extension) that grants him divine favour, who knows? There are, after all, still those that pray to Lathandar that Amaunator grants favour to. Behind the curtain, as a player the way I would picture it is like this; Lathandar and At’ar are two very different sides of the same coin that is Amaunator. As much as the Morninglord claims to be a power of compassion and rebirth, there is an aspect of the diety that can be cruel, punishing and without mercy. And that’s what Kavah reaches out too. A major character motivation of Kavah’s is to tip the scales back to At’ar and turn the sun god to a being of wrath. Why? I’d be lying if a large part of that was not because he is quite insane. That’s not to say that he isn’t cunning but he does have a very skewed view on existence. His motivation for being with the party is simple. Travelers that have moved through the planes from far realms may hold the secret to fully awakening At’ar. As their power and fame grow, he can exploit that to his own ends. And for whatever reasons, he feels that his goddess has guided him to this group.            This is the short character prose he wrote up...“Yellow goddess, mistress of fire, grant me your grace to strike down our foes.”Over and over, Kavah repeated the words, his hands outstretched as he knelt over the open flame.“Yellow goddess, mistress of fire, grant me your grace to strike down our foes.”Slowly, the first rays of morning loomed over the horizon.“Yellow goddess, mistress of fire, grant me your grace to strike down our foes.”Through his reverie he could feel the heat of the flames move up his arms and fill his chest. The power of his goddess coursed through him burning behind his eyes. His lungs surged as he expelled the heat, gasping. He was favoured.As the all too familiar sensation ebbed away Kavah jumped to his feet raising both hands to the rising sun.“Thank you, my mistress. Thank you,” he intoned.For a while he stood there, arms raised, squinting at the sun. After some time he repeated the words. “Thank you,”He waited a few moments longer his face slowly turning to a scowl.“I said, thank you.”He waited even longer. But this time he began to shout.“I am grateful. Acknowledge my gratitude. Acknowledge me!”There was nothing. Kavah reached up even further tears streaming down his face from staring into the morning sun.“Just <img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png"  class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":]" title="Devious    :]" data-shortname=":]" /><img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png"  class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":]" title="Devious    :]" data-shortname=":]" /><img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png"  class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":]" title="Devious    :]" data-shortname=":]" /><img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png"  class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":]" title="Devious    :]" data-shortname=":]" />ing talk to me! Tell me what to do! Is what I’m doing right? Am I serving you as I should? You reward my faith but speak nothing of my actions. You haunt my dreams in fire and riddles… <img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png"  class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":]" title="Devious    :]" data-shortname=":]" /><img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png"  class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":]" title="Devious    :]" data-shortname=":]" /><img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png"  class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":]" title="Devious    :]" data-shortname=":]" /><img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png"  class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":]" title="Devious    :]" data-shortname=":]" />ing talk!”Kavah blinked. Spots formed in his vision as he closed his eyes tight. Under hooded lids he glanced back at the sun. No answers were forthcoming. He dropped his hands staring at them. He watched as the burns and blisters of his nightly vigil faded from his upturned palms leaving not so much as a scar.Kavah let out a long sigh.“Thank you.” </blockquote>

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