Legend: Champions of Geram
Petite and blonde, with long flowing hair, crystal blue eyes, and a sunny disposition.
When you see the short, blonde-haired woman standing at the top of the hill, you immediately mark the clean sienna robes and well-kept sage sash that identify her as a priestess of Kobara Tetu. You notice that she can’t help but add a little of her own color to the outfit: a large silver pin fastened off-center on the right side of her belt has a pearl encircled with tiger’s eyes, etched together with a pattern too intricate to make out from a distance. You suspect this bit of jewelry to be more than just a pretty bauble, though—it has the look of magic about it. The priestess also wears at her left shoulder a platinum brooch set with seven flowers on long stalks blowing in the wind, with tiny gems set in each of the flower heads: three brilliant blue sapphires stand out the most, but the four tiny diamonds opposing them offset the flash of bright color. This brooch shows a bit of tarnish; it’s probably a family heirloom.
When she looks up to meet your eyes, you see that she’s quite beautiful. It occurs to you that she would not have looked out of place on a noble’s elbow in a ballroom, which makes the simple habit of her order perhaps the more striking for the contrast. Her hair is long and straight, with a healthy luster that catches the sunlight in a gay dance. The skin on her face is pale as alabaster, and her full, rose-colored lips turn up in an automatic smile as she calls a blessing and a greeting to you. Her eyes twinkle merrily like azure crystals, complemented by the sapphires set into the pin on her shoulder.
Born and raised in the small village of Kobass by a hunter and his wife, Tenni loves the town, the people in it, and the animals that live there and that roam the woods and hills round about. You can find her most mornings walking the countryside outside of town, tending the local plants and beasts and communing with nature and with her goddess. Every day, her habit is to cook a simple lunch for local farmers, travelers, urchins, and anyone else that needs a hot meal. Most days other townsfolk help her to cook and to serve the meal at the small temple in town, but even if no one else comes to help, Tenni never neglects her service for a single day. She observes Vespers in the sanctuary at sundown, where anyone that wishes can attend a formal service of prayer, song, and daily sacrifice from the local fields.
Tenni is utterly fascinated with the healing arts. She has a goodly amount of skill in herbal remedies and midwifery, but her true talent and passion lies in magical healing. She loves tending to and healing all kinds of living creatures from all kinds of maladies and afflictions, and she often spends hours on end reading from scrolls and codices about the healing arts until the wee hours of the morning. Her book orders from the temple’s regional archives are so commonplace that she knows most of the temple runners by their first names.
Some of the townspeople ask Tenni if she gets bored, following the same routine every single day of her life, and if she ever wishes she’d gone to Telobi to find her way as a merchant’s wife or a courtesan. No one seems to think she’d have any trouble doing either. This is Geram, after all, and we don’t stand for any of that high-brow elitism the Imperials like to call aristocracy in these parts, thank you very much!
When she’s asked such questions, Tenni just cocks her head to the side and puts on a little smile and looks off at Ezmel’s Peak. “But then who’d serve the daily alms?” she answers in pure sincerity, and that’s all she says before she shakes her head at the silly notion and goes back to more practical matters.