Amaranth wears the royal blue color of a healer priest of Ostrix. A member of the
Purple Priesthood, she takes her duties very seriously.
Her story in her own words:
"My village burned when I was knee-high to a dwarf. It was Healer Allium who pulled me out of the burning inn, and Allium who took me to the Purple Priesthood’s orphanage in Arcstrum. Years later, I was attached to Allium’s unit, gaining a year of field experience before the day I would be ordained myself. It was the Battle of Casmeda Creek that I remember most.
We were heading back to Arcstrum for my ordination ceremony when a runner from a nearby town called us to a battle raging nearby.
The smell of blood and burning, the screams and ringing of metal. It was like I was a toddler again, trapped and crying in the wine cellar. I froze. Then I heard a scream from outside the watermill.
The woman gestured and batted at the flames coming from the mill’s door. “Jilly’s still in there!”
I ran around back and busted in a window. Smoke curled out, but the fire hadn’t reached this side of the building yet. “Jilly? Jilly, are you in there?” I called. I shoved a barrel under the window and scrambled in. There was movement and a muffled cry from under a cellar hatch.
“Hold on!” I called, rummaging around and finding a crowbar. I wedged it in and wrenched the hatch up. Jilly was nearly my size, a half-orc child, but she was limping. I guided her to the window and scrambled out.
I called to the woman and she came running. She knocked me out of the way to grab the girl and pull her out.
I rolled toward the battle to see Allium wielding magic to mend a broken arm, just to have his patient shot in the heart by an arrow. Allium’s face twisted and a piercing scream erupted from him. He grabbed the dying patient’s great axe and charged the archer. Allium took an arrow to the shoulder, but careened into the archer, knocking him down.
Allium hacked and hacked at the archer, long past his passing, until Allium’s blue robes were unrecognizable, soaked through with blood.
I pulled the axe from his shaking hands and led him away from the battlefield. “You have become blessed,” I whispered to him. “It is alright. Redmera is with you now.”
We rested in a field of blood-red flowers. “Amaranth,” Allium said, gesturing to the flowers. “That will be your name.”
I wear the blue of my calling, green to remember my roots, and purple to remember Allium. I know the madness is only ever a moment away. I fear not."
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