Wanu Backstory

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extraplanar beings stranded on this plane after the merging, group of bloodhunters took them in

disagreement within the bloodhunters if they should be allowed to stay

coup against the current bloodhunter leader, leading to an attack against the ‘refugees’, coup might be part of something bigger,

Mount Celestia - original plane with 7 layers: lunia first layer

mother told us to scatter, dont stay together, hide,

fortress in mountainrange in stormwatch duchy

flee towards the myridon dynasty -

a giant was present at the attack

stayed around 3 month with the bloodhunter

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We were born with greatness in our veins, burning with the promise of glory, of justice in the names of the greatest of angels. True descendants of holy blood and therefore worthy of everything. Back home on Lunia, the first layer of Mount Celestia, Mother had made a home for us. She was beautiful; breathtakingly graceful in the way she moves and her voice a melody that would calm the roughest of storms. I adored her. Everything I did was to make her proud, to prove that her blood in my veins meant everything to me and my siblings.

There were six of us.

Kaelen, the eldest. Protective, fiercely loyal, with a commanding presence and a warmth in her smile that would make you put all your faith in her immediately. She had long dark hair, piercing blue eyes and radiated confidence in whatever she did. The others always said she had a soft spot for me, as I was the only one who could convince her to join us on our adventures.

Class: Paladin (Oath of the Ancient-ish, fits pretty well)

Then there was Rehael, soft silver hair, caring, empathic and so gentle. He took care of us, his presence soothing and his kindness always a small haven. He had a talent for resolving conflicts between us. Class: Had the Druid Circle of Stars in mind, cause libraries, wisdom and a starry form which is just pretty. Otherwise Cleric, Healer™ vibes ranged

I always envied Esme for the similarity they had with Mother. Everything they did was graceful, controlled and calm. Even in training, their hair never fell out of the side braid they had it in. Class: Paladin, but where Kaelen is more of a ‘ill smite the bitch’ badass vibe, Esme is softer. More holy savior vibes.

The youngest siblings were Carel, brown eyes, freckles and copper hair, with a vibrant and adventurous soul, curious beyond reason and for some reason absolutely in love with the ocean, (Class: Celestial Warlock) then Ira, green piercing eyes, studious and if not found with us on some kind of adventure she would spend her days reading. I adored them all, but felt especially protective over Carel, like Ira felt protective over Rehael. They spend a lot of time together in silence, sharing comfort and their books with each other. While Rehael is usually the peacemaker between Kaelen and the rest of us, Ira was the one who would kick our asses if we didn’t listen to Rehael. Class: Rogue, Arcane Trickster maybe. ranged

That was before the first phase of becoming a true Bloodhunter began. The hunter’s bane nearly killed all of us, destroyed all the good and left nothing but darkness. In the worst of the moments I remember hearing Mother’s voice calling to me. She begged me to remain strong and come back to her, so I held on. For her I overcame everything, for her I let the light in me burn brighter, so much that it felt like it’s almost tearing me apart from the inside.

We survived the hunter’s bane. Stronger than ever, Mother became our guiding light through all the darkness. The Order lived through her. How that meant that she had a target on her back for those who meant us harm became clear much later.

I don’t remember much of that night. Not faces, nor names of those at fault. No monster to hunt. Mother woke us up, urgency in her voice. She had us gather our things, the bare necessities to survive and we ran to the courtyard. There were people fighting, dead bodies covered the floor everywhere. It was the only and last time I froze from fear. Even with all the training, the gifts and blessings, we were defeated in moments.

Then, Mother’s light illuminated the courtyard and the next thing I remember is me and my siblings tearing through the forest, away from the fire that burnt down our home.

Mother wasn’t with us, I don’t remember what happened to her, but I know she is the only reason why we didn’t die on that courtyard that night.

We fled, scattered all over the continents, like lost feathers in the wind. I don’t know if any of my siblings ever went back. I didn’t for a very long time.

Sometimes I can still hear Mother’s voice in my mind. She is still with me, I see her in the beauty of the world. I still want to believe that greatness awaits me, that I will have my judgment. I still want to believe that I am worthy.