Re: Inn of the Last Home (OOC)
Oxsidi's previous adventures:
Oxsidi is a glorified cobbler, a shoe maker dragged from his home when war passed thru his home, and dragged into the faith of The Lord Of Flowers thru a combination of luck, coincidence and fear.
Some of his early experience came from becoming a camp follower, by force, of the band of mercenaries that had wiped out his home city. He tramped around the country, avoiding fighting and fixing shoes for quite some time, until he realized they really weren't watching him as closely as he thought, when he overslept one morning.
The band marched off in one direction, he grabbed his few belongings and went another.
He came across a ramshackle tavern/gambling hall/house of ill repute on a place where several trails crossed, none of which deserved the title road. The one Oxsidi had followed was little more than an animal track, but it had led to Rosie's All-In-One none the less.
They had been welcoming, and let the young man earn his keep, meals and the occasional coin patching shoes, and doing odd jobs around the All-In-One.
What he didn't realize was that he was also being trained. Not right away, anyway. The place doubled as a temple to Xochipilli Lord of Flowers and one of a handful of Gods of gambling and Chance.
Chance being the key word. in Oxsidi's case.
Over the course of a year and a half he learned how to play several games of chance, dice, cards and more. He met, fell in love with and had his heart broken by a well meaning prostitute. And most importantly of all, he became a cleric of that god, the spirit of the Lord of Flowers infusing him with a certain, off beat holiness.
At a random hour of a random night in a random month he was given a pack, and told to pick a path. He was being sent out in to the world to spread the faith. It might or might not have been a coincidence that he was still mooning over his first 'love'.
It didn't matter, getting away was the salve his soul required.
He traveled for several days when by 'chance' he came across an abandoned temple. More wood than stone, more falling down than standing, but he decided to call it home.
He fixed up what he could, corralled a few sheep that had wandered his way, trapped rabbits, caught fish, gathered local nuts and berries, and dug a well. He gathered up a small following who would come and listen to the rambling he called a sermon, ate whatever stew he had made that day. They always left well before sunset though.
He wondered why, and even asked good mother Glavin, the oldest woman in his congregation.
"This place is haunted, Oxsidi," she said.
He hadn't noticed before, but it did make odd noises. Once he looked for the signs, they were clear.
I will skim over the events of the next few months, but to make a long story short, he fought off the affliction, and cleansed it of its unholy stain. The effort aged him a bit, and weakened his mind but he knew it was a job well done when his god granted him more daily miracles. The god also let him know it was time to move on though, he had inadvertently trained his replacement, and was no longer needed there.
During his struggles, he 'inherited' some aged bronze armor, and mace from a man who would no longer need it, in fact he hadn't needed it for quite some time. With these tools he wandered further afield. Aside from a short encounter with some pushy goblins, that was Oxsidi's life up to the point where he met the others. He didn't pay much mind to where his feet led him, but he had faith that it was the right direction.... for now.