Elf Sun Soul Monk - Cahira

model by DM Stash, unpainted, unpainted

A Sun Elf of Hinatal who left her home three years ago after it was besieged by the marauding armies of Sultan Hakim. Wandering the lands of Dornat Al Karit, Cahira found herself forming an unlikely bond with Tharia, a Cleric of the Moon. During the Autumn of the Falling Moon, the two travelled together in a bid to aid in preventing the calamity, and have stayed together as companions since.

Born into a life of piety in Hinatal, Cahira was the youngest daughter of six to a pious Sun Cleric and his merchant wife. Though her mother often attempted to push her into the same life of piety she followed, her merchant father was able to convince Cahira’s mother that not all six of her children walk the same path as her. Thus a compromise was reached, for Cahira always had a great love of dance and fighting, and the path of the Sun Dancers of Hinatal was pious enough to sate her mother’s wish for all her children to be children of Glanion.

Thus she was inducted into the marshal order of monks, whose purpose during the centuries Hinatal was buried beneath the desert was mainly performative and for morale, more than they were an active fighting force as was per their ancient tradition and purpose. So when war came to the city of Hinatal after it emerged from the dunes that covered it, her order was called to their ancient duty of protecting it. Though Cahira, like many of her kin, had never seen real battle. In the Siege of Hinatal, they were slaughtered by the Sultan’s army, with Cahira herself barely escaping with her life after suffering a grievous wound. Though ultimately her city was saved, Cahira was distraught by her brush with death, and the deaths of dozens of her friends and two of her siblings. Her home was now tainted by grief, and she could not bare to remain there, smothered by it every waking hour.

She took off north several months after the siege, walking the dunes until they gave way to the savannah of the Dwarven lands of Dornat Al Karit. She underestimated her food stores, and life was sparse in the savannah; there was little to hunt or forage. So fortune favoured her one evening when a tiefling girl happened by Cahira on the roadside, Tharia. The two exchanged stories, finding humour that they each bound themselves to the sun and moon, jesting that perhaps fate brought them together. Yet in the voice and warmth of the moon priestess, Cahira found a friend and a mentor who might teach her of the way of the world beyond the confines of Hinatal. So the two travelled in tandem, sun and moon bound together. During the Autumn of the Falling Moon, they travelled the coastline of the Katarn Sea aiding all they could in wake of the surging tides and roaming monsters, and the two forged an unbreakable bond.

Now they are joined once more, as Tharia summons Cahira for her aid in her expedition to the forgotten isle. She hopes that her powers of the sun will be useful in their battle against lycanthropes and vampires.