Oracle cursed by Urgathoa


Meet Amadi… (run-on, rambling style intentional):

A short, sickly-thin stick of a young man with dark skin and tight, tiny curls of black hair enters the room. His bulging eyes and his awkward stride remind you of some sort of tall water bird.

“Hello? Excuse me. Oh…umm…I was told to introduce myself. Please, don’t be scared of my appearance. I…I’m not sick or anything. I’m just really skinny and not very nice to look at, I know. What? Oh my name is Amadi. I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to tell you. Is there something specific… No? Nothing? Oh…umm…okay. How about…yes…umm… I came to Absalom a few years ago from…well, somewhere else. I don’t really want to talk about that, though. Is that okay? Oh, good. Thank you. I liked Absalom but people here were kind of scared of me. People are always scared of me. But I wasn’t here long before my friend Allister found me sleeping in the streets. I kind of think he was going to kill me when he saw my birthmark on my back, if I’m telling the truth. It’s…well, you see…it’s the mark of Urgathoa and let me tell you…Allister does not like Urgathoa. Not at all. But he didn’t kill me. He brought me to his friends and they were nice to me. No one had ever done that before, so I was happy about… What? No, I’m serious. No one had ever been nice to me before that. It’s okay, though, I don’t really blame them. I look strange and I…uh…do strange things sometimes. I don’t want to do them! But I just kind of do sometimes. Dark things. Things that scare people. But I’m working on understanding those. Allister showed me the library here and I’ve studied hard. I think that Urgathoa made me like this, but I didn’t ask her to. I don’t worship her or anything. The truth is, I want to ask her why…why she would do this to me. What did I do to earn her curse? Why did my mom have to look at me and be so sad that she gave me away? What does Urgathoa get from that? From me? Nothing is what. She’s going to get nothing at all from me. I’ll make her answer me…

Oh…sorry. I sort of…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t talk like that. I’m fine. No, really, I’m okay. I just…let’s forget it, okay? Thank you. That’s nice of you. Anyway, I studied in the library and Allister taught me to fight a little. I got this armor. It’s black like Allister’s and makes me look bigger and thicker than I am. It kind of makes me look more normal, don’t you think? And if Allister’s taught me only one thing, it’s that a Morningstar in your hand makes people listen to you more closely. It really does. After a little while, Allister said we should join the Pathfinders. It seemed like a good idea. They could help me understand my…my dark things better and I get to try and make the world a better place. That feels pretty good. But also…also, I get to meet new people. People who might not be scared of me. Maybe even people who know things about Urgathoa. Maybe I’ll meet other people she’s cursed like me. So…I guess that’s all I have to say about me. Is that okay? Good. Thank you. It…it was a pleasure to meet you.”


Pathfinder Society Chronicles JeremyK