Aeronwen Morgan

The Godeater

> *"She commands a host of beings both powerful and supernatural. The Frozen Prince, The Immortal of Amondir, the Lady of Red Mountain, and the Hellriders of Astaril all march under her banner. Congratulations, Your Emminence. You're the prime stepping stone for the greatest general in known history. I hope I'm lucky enough to watch her grind you underfoot."*
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> - Valerian Aldrogan, to High Judge Olam Ovander
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**Aeronwen Morgan**, known as **The Light of Astaril**, **Butcher of Sheercastle**, **Daemon Queen of Csiildra**, **Starbreaker**, and **Godeater**, was the strongest and most famous mortal being in known history. Her story and accomplishments are known the world over, for her story is the story of the Many Realms' continued survival.

Since her troubled rise and meteoric ascent to godhood, many have claimed her the greatest mortal to grace the world of Araam Vestii, given her nearly unmatched martial strength and iron will not even an Elder Evil could break. In life, Aeronwen abhorred these claims, her desire for normalcy an ignored plea to an uncaring world. In death, they only served to catapult her ascension.

She was a warrior without peer and a foe without mercy. To the elves she was known as Sen'Sedaen, to the dragons she was known as Lladdwr, and to the devils of the lower planes she was known as Ecthrós. For almost a century she battled the many enemies of order and peace in the world, as well as aided them in their direst conquests. She was both an unyielding champion of hope and an unerring bringer of wrath and ruin.

She graced the courts of kings and emperors, serving both for and against the Alexan Dynasty in Calithos, as well as the Akiyama Shogunate in Ishiku, and the Artivan Protectorate in Diros, where she most famously served with House Aldrogan's Executor and Overseer, Valerian Aldrogan.

Her legend is so fraught with conflict and intrigue that many of the Realms' greatest scholars have failed to conclude her true alignment in the almost 2000 years since her passing. Some hail her as the savior of the world; she who slew the Great Destroyer and restored the Prime. Others denounce her as a daemon; a being of pure hate and vitriol who brought untold calamity to the Many Realms. Regardless of how she is viewed, her legacy has been cemented by Almighty Recognition and enforced by the Divine Mandate. She was the strongest and most famous mortal in known history, and her actions shaped the world in its entirety.

## History

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> - *Chronicles of the Godeater*
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Aeronwen was born in the city of Caernburh as the only child of renowned religious and alchemical scholar Dafydd Morgan. After her mother, Carys, died of red fever, much of Aeronwen's young childhood was spent in the confines of her father's lab. She did her best to help her father, an endeavour that left her with numerous minor scars from chemical burns and broken glass. This was not a symptom of her father's neglect, for Dafydd loved his daughter dearly. The young Aeronwen simply appeared cursed by Fate to harm.

These constant accidents culminated in a disaster in the year 981 E-IV Alexan, when a shipment of fire salts intended for use in potion brewing had its seal broken by a clumsy teamster. The shipment leaked elemental energy the entire way to Caernburh, finally combusting roughly one hundred feet from the Morgan household, moments after the young Aeronwen had opened the door to check for the delivery.

The explosion levelled a city block, instantly incinerating the teamster and his wagon, and flattening the Morgan household. Dafydd escaped with minor injuries due to his position in the basement laboratory. Aeronwen was much less fortunate, fire and shrapnel rendering her blind in her left eye and leaving a vicious wound on the left side of her head which left her teeth exposed and stripped the flesh down to the bone.

Aeronwen was left on the brink of death, her body buried in rubble and covered in ash and burns. Her soul had vacated her body, her grasp on life so weak that her consciousness was dragged into the Halls of Contrition. There, amongst the pillars of black marble, she wandered through the unceasing line of the dead. How long she drifted among the ghosts of the recently departed was unknown to her. All she knew was a deep desire to follow the line to its conclusion. So it was with tired feat and weary eyes that she drew her first breath of hallowed air.

At the end of her journey laid a massive room, empty save for a towering black throne. Upon its cushions sat a woman. Her posture was stiff and cold, and she was draped in black robes. Her face was obscured by a silver mask, its face a depiction of serenity and unmatched beauty. Behind that mask were two eyes of the most chilling white; a gaze that Aeronwen felt piercing through her flesh and into her very soul. She could do nothing but stare, enthralled by the woman, enamored by the ring of silver fire that hovered above her head.

Imir, Judge of the Dead and the Damned, stared back at the girl. How Aeronwen had entered her halls was beyond her understanding, for no mortal entered the Halls of Contrition without first passing the Threshold. What was evident to the Elder God was that this girl did not belong there, and had been sent far ahead of her time, as the glowing strand of Fate was still bound to her soul.

With a dispassioned sigh and a wave of her hand Imir dismissed the girl back to the land of the living, where her eyes opened to see meet a silver skull hovering over her.

### The Fourth Sacrament

> *"The First Sin was Life, a foul concoction of malign beings desperate for entertainment. The Second Sin was Love, a cruel emotion formed out of desperation once life's novelty was exhausted. The Third Sin was Persistence, reinforced by Love, the greatest sin of all. For to deny Death's call is to perpetuate the First Sin."*
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> - The Three Sins, Tenets of the Fourth Sacrament
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### The Imirian Schism

> "'The First Sacrament taught peace. The Second Sacrament taught love. The Third Sacrament taught opportunity. What hath the Fourth Sacrament wrought, but the sorrow of their peers and the ire of their betters? They teach hate. They teach arrogance. They warp My vision to the point of unrighteous crusade. They are not of mine. They are of the Corrupter; the Deceiver; the Enslaver; the Butcher. They are of Anathema.'
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> 'They are of Vargas and Jira, oh dearest child. They are Kaldra reborn. The scourge remanded unto the Abyss, crawled back from the Pit to sow sorrow upon my children. I shall tolerate it no more. They are loathed. They are forsaken. They shall be purged, and it shall be your hand that executes my Wrath. They seek the path of the Reviled and the Accursed, oh dearest child. They shall follow it to its ashen conclusion.'"
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> - *Chronicles of the Godeater*
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## Personality

> “'You would dare-'
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> Smoke began to flood the room once more. A Deathfrost Glow cast a warmthless light scattered by the censers' arnimantic fog. The blasphemer quickly found their bravery fleeting.
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> 'The intolerant are the first to clamor for tolerance, for it is by Mercy’s grace that their animosity may fester. It is the judge's work to separate the wolf from the sheep, and it is the arbiter's work to butcher the wolf and display his wretched head as warning.'
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> 'Y-you would d-dare violate the Canticles of Redemption, Aeronwen?” they managed to ask.
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> 'Under the gaze of the Aeturnum I shall, *Alcomb*.'”
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> - *The Chronicles of the Godeater*
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