Katherin, Light Mage - Lore

There are few good things in the Desert Kingdom of Vash. The region is filled with monsters, most of them literal. For decades the people there have fought the harsh climate. The barren ground that yields nothing but salt, the dry winds which cut at your skin, and the creatures of the white sands which snatch you from below without warning. Yet it is in this realm of despair where that which is good most brightly shines. For the people of Vash, Katherin is that light.

Growing up in the streets as an orphan Katherin knew nothing but need. She survived on the unlikely kindness of strangers. A loaf of bread here. A used tunic there to cloth her. But she also learned how to take what she needed. Worn in sandals from friends who had starved. Nothing in Vash came easy. Until one day, it did. She awoke on that day enveloped in an aura of swirling white light. People gathered around here on the open street where slept. In a land without medicine, all were burdened with one affliction or another. Yet in Katherin’s presence they found their wounds they bore for decades now suddenly healed.

Weariness, broken bones, scars, all gone. Soon a line formed. For days this went on, the people of Vash all gathered around this simple orphan girl, giving her food in exchange for healing. At first the attention was nice. Katherin reveled in it, rejoicing with each healing she bestowed. The feeling of being useful, of being seen was intoxicating, and she celebrated her role with dancing and joy. Yet as the weeks passed, Katherin felt the fatigue catching up with her. Soon, the wounds did not heal as quickly. And then soon after that, not at all. Little did Katherin know that the power of an aura is limited. Once fully spent, that power rarely returned. And so, she fled. Yet no matter how far she ran she couldn’t escape the adoration of the people, until one day she found herself in front of an ancient temple.

The monks took her in, closing their doors to the masses who gathered to see her. “She needs to rest.” The monks told them. And while true, they never said for how long. In this sanctuary at least, Katherin found herself in a safe place to learn about her power. And there she remains, praying, learning, hoping that one day this power would return.