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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The_Warlock" data-source="post: 3545826" data-attributes="member: 21215">Emae-yri Sai-Khan, The Voice of God...Emae-yri is a leather tough, wiry, and ancient plainsman of the tribes of the High Plains. He is also the chosen oracle of the Plains Tribes' highest god (This is especially good if the same god has a more "civilized" aspect worshipped elsewhere). When born, he was cut from the womb as his mother died, and the knife struck his left hand. As he grew, the scar slowly became the symbol of the plainsgod. Shortly before his rites of adulthood, the "blessed" child began having seizures and visions. Speaking of them to the elders, and the less Kai-Khan, it was shown that he had premonitions of the future. Ones which could aid the tribes, especially those in favor of the god. The one thing Emae-yri never saw were omens of war or victory over city dwellers, or at least he never spoke such visions.Still, trained as a warrior, not a priest, he rode on raids of caravans, inter-tribe conflict, and finally, one day out of the wide plains to sack a walled city. During the siege and fighting, he was impaled upon a halberd of one of the defenders, dead instantly. A half-brother pulled his body from the polearm and rode back to the deep ranks where the healers stood, but there was no hope. At that point, Emae-yri's eyes opened, blazing with light of the god's chosen color, and in a voice that shook the battlefield, and was heard by every plainsman clearly, said, "THIS VESSEL IS CHERISHED, AND NOT FOR THIS WAR WAS IT BROUGHT FORTH. TAKE IT NOT INTO BATTLE UNTIL THE DARK, OR WROTH SHALL I BE WITH MY CHILDREN." And then slumped forward, alive, his wounds healed but with vivid white-yellow scars. Since then, Emae-yri was named the Sai-Khan, of King of Priests, and was given honor by all the tribes. Where he rides, food and drink are provided. Where his wisdom is asked he gives it. Where the blessing of the plains god is begged, he is the instrument of judgement. Where there is war, he watches, but does not enter. So has it been for the past 300 years, and still he lives, still apparently nothing but a normal man. He still suffers from seizures and fits, waking later with a vision from his god, which he follows - often to a place or tribe, and imparts the wisdom or warning of the divine.But recently the vision has been the same - corpses, dead animals, withered plants, all soon consumed by a creeping all-consuming darkness, then a flash, and the image of a place. Mounting his plainsteed, he now quests for the place, and has for sometime, using no magic, just visions and the directions of people in lands he doesn't know. And will arrive exactly at the location of the conference as it begins. There he will describe his vision, and his purpose as the Voice of God. Likely there will be a more civilized delegation of the same faith there who will denigrate him in his dirt stained leathers and wrinkled leathery skin as a mad man. At which point Emae-yri will cock his head, nod a few times, and recite a list of very unfavorable actions or thoughts the civilized high priest has taken, and quite matter of factly inform him that their god just told him that, and that in pennance the high priest must make him tea and wash his feet (or some equally demeaning task from the point of view of th civilized high priest), and will defer to Emae-yri in these matters. If he persists, Emae's eye will shine, and a mighty voice will echo, "THREE TIMES SHALL I SPEAK FROM MY VESSEL. YOU MAKE ME WASTE SUCH POWER TO TRIFLE WITH YOUR LACK OF UNDERSTANDING, LEAVING BUT ONE SPEECH FROM MY CHOSEN. BE CONTENT!" The high priest should at once, in awe, commence with the commands of his lord, while Emae remarks somewhat crossly that "At least this time I didn't have to die for him to say something." From that point on, Emae-yri will bring his particular nomadic viewpoint, and 300 years of faith and wisdom to the table. Emae-yri is a War2/Clr1/Drd1/Psion (Seer) 16, focusing on various object and place reading and powers of precognition. Emae-yri however doesn't regard himself as a psion in any trained method, merely that he is imbued with his god's powers of foresight, and he is just as likely to have a seizure during the conference having god borne visions, or subconsiously triggering high level clairsentient powers to answer questions which someone at the conference has asked. If asked how he knows, he will simply reply with, "God told me."Though the emissary of a god, a wise man, preacher, and arbiter, he is also a crotchety, ascerbic, sarcastic man who likes wine, women, song, strong fast horses, vulgar jokes, and a strong cup of fermented mare's milk. While his parables may sometimes seem crude, they tend to be blunt, and get the point across.</blockquote>

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