Eldara Moonwhisper
An Aasimar Cleric. A bit larger than an average woman, with pale skin, grey hair and topaz eyes that glow in the dark. Wearing shiny scale mail.
What is known
I am Eldara Moonwhisper, but around 1100 years ago. I had another name, Yue Chang, born and raised in a small village in the far east. That was my previous life. When I was 13, the huge plague outbreak happened everywhere in our country. And unfortunately, our village got hit. It took a lot of lives within a very short time, my mom and my younger brother were one of them. And I was almost on my last breath as well. After days of high fever, I lied on my bed lifelessly and was barely conscious. Suddenly, I felt a warm glowing moonlight shining through the window upon my face. It calmed me down, brought me peace and slowly I felt my pain was fading away.
This was it. This was the end of my life. I closed my eyes peacefully.
Then the gentle moonlight got brighter and brighter. So bright that I had to open my eyes again, to realize that it was a new day already. I made it through the deadly disease. Everyone was impressed that I was still alive. After this, I felt I was a different person. I, can cure people. At a clear moonshine night, I can grab the moonlight and put into other people. They got cured. My father was my first “patient”. He was touched and surprised, telling me that I shall tell no-one about this ability. It was a war time. The leader of rebellion （yellow turban rebellion) claimed that he can cure people. Under his “charm and spell”, he cured people and that was how he won people’s trust. My father worried I would be classified as one of them. I was still doing it, but even more carefully. I believed the moon god cured and shared her power with me, was that she wanted me to live and to help more people in pain. However, not for long, our village was raided by army, because they needed military rations. Food was taken and houses were burnt. And we, who tried to stop them, got killed.
But again, I opened my eyes. Looking around, I believed I was in netherworld. Extreme sorrow came to me. People survived through natural disease but can’t make through man-made disaster. I felt lost. Why the goddess gave me another chance to live but why taken away again so easily? Why brought me here? If I am a dead man, who can I help? Here on netherworld people got judged based on their previous life to decide their next life. Standing in line and waiting for my trial, I called my god’s name and I had no fear. Not sure how long I was waiting, finally it was my turn. The king of hell checked his book of life and death and realized they made a mistake and it was an accident that I got killed. I was not supposed to die in the war, since I helped so many people. I shall have a healthy, happy long life. The king of hell decided he was going yo to compensate me a better next life without making me forget my previous one, so it was like I am living a long, or a very very long life.
Next thing I know. I got to go reborn as Eldara Moonwhisper, with all my memories and power of Yue Chang and blessing from the king of hell.