i bring you today another player character starring in the pathfinder 2e campaign im gonna dm soon: Ioma, the holy spider of Iomedae!
so why is it a spider? because the guy who will be controlling her watched that one isekai anime years ago (kumo desu ga, nani ka?) and hasnt shut up about it ever since. roleplaying a literal spider was his dream, so i caved in. then again, he worked really hard to come up with a way to make me accept the concept and i wanted to reward that. he wants his personality to be like power from chainsaw man, so this was really fun to write!! rly different mood from my other player (faraam)
BEHOLD HER MANY MIRACLES
You are awoken by pleasant sunlight coming through the window and into your chambers, the biggest in the entire Iomedaean monastery, where you have all the room you could ever ask for to stretch all eight of your magnificent legs. It has been a smooth ride ever since you saved the monks from an infestation of assorted vermin which were threatening to overrun their holy site, and boy, did those monks know how to reward you handsomely! Minutes after you awake, a novice shows up with a tray of different delicacies for you alone. Iomedae blesses you one more day! You eat them greedily, making sure to leave no scrap on the silverware, it will be a while until you can enjoy these pleasures again. Today your holy quest begins: you part in search for a capable doctor to save Andor, the abbot of the monastery, your loyal friend, and, why not, occasional teacher. Only when you feel like it, of course, everyone should be listening to you! The wisdom of The Inheritor guides your way and your deeds!
You have seen his health deteriorate slowly but steadily and, albeit lesser doctors are telling you his end is near and inevitable, you know better, as per usual. Iomedae works in mysterious ways, it’s not the fault of those poor doctors, they did their best, with their decades of study, practice and research. It’s endearing, really, how those not blessed by a higher power struggle fruitlessly to become enlightened. But alas, that’s why Iomedae herself sent you, to aid those in need, and thus, it is your responsibility to handle this. You imagine with great pleasure how Andor will one day get up from his bed, smiling at you with the candor and warmth you adore, and how he will proceed to praise you and scratch you in that lovely way that makes you fall over in bliss.
You peek one last time into his bedchambers to say goodbye with a little smooch as he sleeps. Well, it is similar to a kiss, as spiders don’t have lips, but you tried to mimic the action once and Andor laughed so hard he teared up. When he feels better you might give him another one, if the mood strikes.
And so, after a warm goodbye by the rest of the monks, you part ways, determined to complete your quest and, while you are at it, to do some sightseeing and allow others to sightsee you. Blessed be those who will gaze upon you! Such is the reason why first you get annoyed, then angry, then infuriated by the fact that most people throw rocks at you from a safe distance. Uncultured swine, ignorants, philistines! Have they not heard of the great Ioma?! Have they not been regaled by tales of your many miracles?! Do they not know the wisest of men pilgrimage to your beloved monastery to contemplate and spoil you?! You learn, begrudgingly, that only a minority recognize you, while most either run away or attempt to protect themselves as if you were some common beast. Or they scream. Or they cry. Especially children.
Fortunately, the route to Kenabres is short and straight, so you don’t need to put up with this disgrace for long. What is even better is that the last inn on the way is run by a family who recognizes you almost instantly, offering you the best of the place for free, as it should be. Maybe, once Andor is healed, you go on another adventure so that your holy exploits become greater, and thus, reach those unfortunate souls still ignorant of you.
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