Osiris

Osiris is an ancient god, commonly associated with rebirth. She was originally known as Ostenia. Thought to have been created in the aftermath of Tiammata's shattering, Uther Doomhammer of the Order of Ash has revealed that the name 'Osiris' may be even older than that.

## Known information

### The Archives of Sandstone Hollow

Below is what Verix the Archivist was able to piece together from ancient scrolls:

*Ostenia, the healer, left her battle with Tiamat a scarred woman, forced to bring her love back from the brink of death over and over again in their terrible battle with the all-god. This broken woman took up a piece of the divinity Tiamat and moved towards the great unexplored forests of the continent's interior with her druids and her sister, Sisrana, determined to help restore the forests that had been destroyed during the wars. In time, her power personified her into one of growth and rebirth, and her power drew her to the plane of earth. Millenia later, she is more an aspect of this power than a person, and her name has been corrupted through history to Osiris, bound to the plane of earth. She elevated her sister to dietyhood so she could complete her lifelong quest of restoration, and eventually Sylvanus' power was drawn to the Fae Wild, where forest and fae live in a delicate balance Osiris was never able to achieve in the material plane.*

### Deck of Many things

#### The love of Ostenia and Aisisi

*A young man trudges down a smoke filled stone hallway, leaning heavily on his bejeweled staff with both hands. His robes are torn and wet with blood, and he leaves a dark trail in his wake.*

*\*coughing\* "Healer! Ostenia!? Please, say you remain!" \*coughing\* "Please…" The man slumps against the wall, sliding down, smearing blood. As he closes his eyes, he takes one last shuttering breath. "Please…" Footsteps approach.*

*He sits up in a bed with a gasp. Wounds bound, the stench of death thick, as medics attend to the wounded.*

*"If I didn't know better, I'd say you only get hurt so you can see my sister again." A young woman smiles over him, checking his bandages. Her green hair is pulled back by a dirt smudged bandana, her once white smock covered in blood and grime.  The man blushes.*

*"Is she okay? Is your sister okay?" the man asks. "Did we win? I thought I…. I didn't think I'd make it."*

*"Yes, Aisisi, you wreckless fool. She's fine. Carried you in herself." The woman rests her hand on Aisisi's shoulder, sitting on the edge of the bed.  "We thought we lost you there for a moment. I'm not sure we'd have survived here without you." She pauses, looking at him. "Such a brave man but still such a coward. You need to do your duty and wed Slyvie." Another pause. "Even if it hurts."*

*"I never meant to hurt her Ostenia, but you know I can't. I…" Ostenia leans in and kisses him.*

#### Prince Aran asks Slyvanus for Help

*"She's out of control." A middle aged man in a tricorn hat and long brown coat quickly walks alongside a young woman in a green dress, flowers in her hair. "I don't think she understands what she's doing anymore. She doesn't care about consequences." The path around them grows thicker, a gentle light suffusing the area around them with a gentle green glow through the rustling plantlife. He steps over a root that moves aside for the woman.*

*"Let her be out of control, Prince Aran. It's none of our concern anymore." She says, dreamlike. "You worry too much."*

*"I don't… Syl I don't think you understand. I need your help. I need to stop her. She's reckless, unbalanced. She turned the Great Sands into a forest!"*

*"What of it? My concern is of the forest. I"*

*The man stops, grabbing the woman's hand, and she looks down, surprised. "It's changing us. You don't see it because it happens so slowly. But it changes us. Being near each other amplifies it. Where are we right now?"*

*"My forest?" The woman says, uncertain. "Where we've always be-"*

*"FOCUS, Sylvanus!"  Sylvanus takes a short breath, looking around. Vines and trees grow through cracks in laid stone paths, and a building crumbles as people run away. She gathers herself, eyes fearful as she looks at the prince. "The Terristin Highlands. Where there are no trees. Just us being together has brought the Fae Wild here." The woman pushes away. "Sylvie, if I don't stop your Osiris" "Don't call her that - " "the nine hells are going to breach into this plane again, and it will all have been for nothing."*

*"How…. How do I help?"*

*"I need a weapon. Something to end it."*

*"Have you spoken to Helgem?"*

*"Missing. Dead, maybe."*

*"Moradin?"*

*"Won't answer my calls."*

*"…Did you come here because you need me, or because nobody else likes you, Prince Aran?"*

*He sighs and shrugs. "Prince Aran. God of Practicality."*

*She holds out her hand to a flower, which collapses into a fruit rapidly, and hardening to glass. She plucks it and hands it to the prince. "When you drink this, it might help you get close to my sister."*

*"Is this… going to kill me?"*

*"Prince Aran. God of Mistrust."*

#### Prince Aran, the betrayer

*A middle aged man in a tricorn hat and long brown coat runs down the hall, a belt and rapier scabbard cinching his coat shut. He slides to a stop, ducking under the vines that grow across the hall until they become too thick to continue.*

*"Come on, come on come on…." he says, squeezing his rapier. Sounds of combat echo down the halls behind him, getting louder. His rapier bursts into flame. "Thank you, Moradin." He whispers. He moves through the vines like a dance, the plants withering away at a touch. His face drips with sweat. A vine smashes into him, throwing him into a wall, dazing him before he rises to his feet, cutting the vine away and rolling up his sleeves, turning his arm over and looking at his armor. "Thank you, Helgem."*

*"PRINCE ARAN" A voice booms through the halls. "WHY HAVE YOU COME".*

*"Shit" The prince reaches into his pocket, producing a small fruit shaped vial, which he consumes. in a flash, he's gone.*

*0:44 "It's okay my love. I'm strong enough to stop him. I won't hurt him." A woman says to an old, withered man. He smiles at her weakly from his wheelchair. Behind him, a huge gem glows with power in a cathedral to the goddess Osiris. Plants climb up the walls, obscuring a mural of the five legendary heroes defeating Tiamatt and gaining her power.*

*"Please.. don't hurt him Ostenia. He's a friend. He's… only doing what he believes is right."*

*"No. He can't handle this power. It's changed him. Exaggerated him. All his scheming. All his plots. He won't take you from me." She begins to whisper into a gnarled staff, holding the mans' hand and placing it against the gem.*

*"Please listen to him Ostenia." he protests. "It's too much for any of us. To be together. I need you…. To be brave."*

*2:14 The chapel doors burst open. "That's enough, Osiris!"*

*'DO NOT. CALL ME THAT." She says, turning to face the prince. A dozen soldiers fan out across the room behind him, surrounding the gem. The prince levels his flaming rapier at her.*

*"don't touch that gem, boys. You don't want any of that heat."*

*"THIS IS THE ONLY WAY TO KEEP HIM" she shouts. "The only way to keep him here. Before he's dragged back!" She raises her arms, and a wave of plants smashes into the prince and his followers.*

*There's a gasp behind her, and the intruders puff into smoke. The real prince, battered, bloodied, holds a knife to the old man's throat.  "I'm sorry about this Aisisi." He whispers. "I banish you to the nine hells. Lord of Death. I'm sending you where you belong."*

*"Please…" he croaks. The prince slits his throat as his dagger evaporates away, and so does the man.*

*"NO!" Osiris shouts. Vines burst from the floor, grabbing the prince before he can react. Black, skeletal wings erupt from her, radiating a dark energy that pours down her like heavy smoke. "NO. I NAME YOU BETRAYER. LORD OF TREACHORY. NEVER AGAIN WILL YOU WALK FREE. NEVER AGAIN WILL YOU SEE THE LIGHT." The vines smash the prince into the gem, his flesh searing against it's heat. "THIS GEM WILL BE YOUR PRISON. TO THE END OF TIME ITSELF. YOU WILL BE SCORNED. HATED. BY ALL WHO KNEW OF YOU. YOUR KINGDOM WILL TURN TO SAND AND DUST. YOU WILL KNOW ONLY DECEIPT AND LIES."*

*"Even now, Osiris. You can't see the truth! Can't see how this power's changed you! It needs to be together, and we can never let that happen!" The prince screams as the energy from the gem tears into him. She takes a breath, closing her eyes.*

*"I will take my forests south. I will cultivate foreign lands, and your people will have only themselves to look to. I will get Aisisi back from the hells. ." She looks at the prince again. "And you never leave it." She slams her staff on the ground, and the prince is vaporized. The gem pulses like a heartbeat as the wings retract back into her "And one day I will find a way to kill you for what you have done."*

## Known Champions and Avatars

Meteor (Player Character)

The Elf with violent green eyes

Marilynn Silversun (Dungeons and Drafts original timeline)

The Fist of Osiris