A dull pain still throbbed in Kara's stomach as she regained consciousness once more. Her shoulders were stiff as a result of sleeping on a hard stone floor all night. Where was she now? What of the others? Did the city still stand?
...How much time had passed!? How many more had died!?
These alarming thoughts were enough to bring Kara back to lucidity. She sat up in the darkness of the cell, seeing her day's companions lying on the floor around her in various states of conciousness. She took a moment to stand up and stretch the aches out of her joints - this was nothing new to her, really, just part of the morning routine for the Rohgar. She then retreated to a quiet corner of the cell, away from the others who were currently testing the locks on the door, talking to prisoners in other nearby cells, or trying to make introductions to the eladrin in their cell. She needed to pray, to ask Bahamut for his strength and his justice against the evil drow who had seen fit to occupy this city and murder its innocents, and to mourn the losses of those she hadn't been able to save.
But she was alarmed to find they had stripped her of her holy symbol. The one she had created.
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A swirl of emotions began to rise up in Kara's heart as she remembered the right of passage she had undergone to become an adolescent among the Rohgar, the quest to create one's own holy symbol and have it properly approved and blessed by the High Priest. To carefully consider the materials and design, to put one's passion and hard work into the fabrication, and to have the wisdom and charisma to explain one's decisions to the High Priest were all important steps needed to create one's own holy symbol, a connection to Bahamut that was truly personal.
Many of the warriors of the Rohgar had chosen to forge a dragon's claw out of steel or any available stronger metals, hoping that creating a fearsome image with a strong material would grant them the strength and ferocity they would need. Clerics of Bahamut often tried to create dragon scales out of silver or even platinum to remind them of Bahamut's beauty, grace and resolve.
Kara had chosen to represent her connection in a somewhat unique way:
She had cut a circle of wood of a willow tree, native to their valley, and used it's sap to harden the edges. The result was a crude wooden circle. She then spent the next several weeks searching the caves in the mountains, looking for resources that might have been missed so far, praying to Bahamut for guidance. Kara was eventually able to return home triumphantly, having found a handful of scraps of platinum that she mined herself from an underground chamber. She smelted the scraps down and poured them into a carving she had made in the wood of a downward-facing dragon's claw, to create the actual symbol of Bahamut. Finally, she strung the amulet, and tied off a small blue glass bead to one side.
The following day, she went to the Temple, housed in one of the larger caves in the area, with many small natural holes leading to the sky providing for lots of natural sunlight that glittered off draconic statues and the like. She approached the High Priest, bowed, and presented her creation.
Kara explained that the wood of the willow tree represented the quiet strength and flexibility that she hoped to embody in her life as a monk of Bahamut. The platinum claw represented the purity and beauty of Bahamut. And the blue bead represented Kara herself, close to Bahamut but always striving to be closer.
The High Priest examined this all, nodded, and asked Kara why she chose to depict the claw pattern facing downwards. Very few others in the village had chosen such a configuration. Kara bowed again and said that she wished to depict Bahamut's hand not raised in an act of righteous aggression, since that did not always represent her intentions as a monk. Instead she depicted open and held out, as an act of peaceful cooperation.
The High Priest nodded again, and carefully draped the symbol over Kara's head. "You have done well, child, and succeeded in your right of passage. You are now Rohgar Kara, a true member of this village, and one I am proud to worship Lord Bahamut alongside. Keep this symbol with you at all times, for it truly represents your personal connection to Him."
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Kara shook the memories from her mind and finished her symbol-less prayers. Her eyes opened to the darkness of the cell once more. She turned her head to see the hated drow enemy, Niena, approaching their prison. She glared, flexed her fists, gritted her teeth, and stood.
Rohgar Kara would get back what was hers. She would see to the safety of her companions and everyone still struggling to survive in Amaranth. And she would lay waster to these smug arrogant drow who thought themselves so important as to walk into town and upset the lives of thousands.
May Bahamut have mercy on them all.