Mojo & Me: The Life and Rantings of Cera Amalith
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Perhaps a little explanation is in order for what you may be about delve into (Or in this case, what you may have already delved into above). You see, Cera Amalith, she at one time possessed a sanity as whole as yours or mine… for the whole of her first seven years oflife. If not for one terrifying event one night during her seventh summer, she may have well passed through a life as mundane as a million, even billion others before and after her. That night Cera's young mind would lay shattered in infinite little shards, never again to be whole.
Talent in the arcane run deep in her family on both sides and both rich lineages collided tragicly in Cera. Almost fated from birth, this half-elf girl held strong latent talents in the family business, that manifested themselves that fatefulnight when she awoke from a nightmare. Only this one time, her mind did not register that she had truly awoken. No, this time her terror did not flee with sleep, it hung in her mind. She was panic-stricken and her frantic glances around her bed found no way to keep running. It was all around her and if she did not find a way to keeping going... Then and thereher latent talents awoke in raw force ripping open a portal in the fabric of reality. It did not matter where it went, it went away from where shewas and that was where she wanted to go.
The panicked child scrambled over her covers into the portal, on the other side she actualy found a moment of relief. She had made it and she was safe. So relieved was she that the shadow that grown over her small , crouched form went unnoticed at first. When her half-elven gaze lifted up, it was filled with the enraged visage of an efreet lord. Her portal had led her straight into his private study and understandably a being such as he was ready to slay whatever could be powerful enough to breach every defense his city and palace held so easily. Yet even he had to be amused to find the intruder was but a frighteneed little half-elf girl, a Prime of all things.
His amusement was short-lived; however, he knew as harmless as this intruder was now, she could grow up to be a real threat if this was any sign of things to come. With a cruel smile he gazed down on the now frozen Cera and boomed, "So little one, you have quite a talent there, not everyone can invade my inner sanctum so easily...and across the Planes no less. Quite a gifted little one...well I have one more 'gift' for you."
She remained frozen and silent where she ahd been from the moment she glanced up, filled with such teeor, her previous panic was long forgotten. She had never heard of genies in none but stories let alone set eyes on a high and mighty efreet prince. Her jaw was locked shut, her small hands fossilized into fists that turned her mocha skin almost as pale as a human northerner at her knuckles.
Today she barely remembers what happened next but the efreet's "gift" is a permanent remainder seen indirectly by all she meets. From that night on her mind was filled with voices of beasts and beings of every kind from every corner of the multiverse. She heard the conversations of demons and gods alike, all at once.
A constant din she could never get away from. and hearing things mortals were never meant to hear. Luckily, if luck can be found in this, for her she can ever make out snippets and parts of any one voice avoiding any ire from beyond.
Though she did live to crawl back through her portal before it closed back into her bed, her mind was forever open to the Planes and closed to sanity.
This event also sealed the rest of her childhood to be spent in Spellhold. An asylum in the land of Amn for mages and those with natrually talented in the arcane....to keep the people of Amn safe from these..deviants. Or in Cera's case, at least first, to keep her safe from the people. A little girl opening a portal to the Elemental Plane of Fire is not something that goes unnoticed by the Cowled Wizards. And that is where she spent her childhood and grew into a young woman, the voices of the Planes never diminishing in the least.
A small collection of the louder voices echoing in her head, she ahs come to know as Mojo and when she matured physically and magically enough to find a familiar she naturally enough assumed THIS was the Mojo who had been talking to her all along and that she had at last found him.
Despite all the wizards' best efforts she was never again able to remanifest that portal, which is the real reason they took her in the first place. If anyone was going to wield such power they wanted that person under their confrol.
When it grew apparent that all she'ld ever be able to do is summon Mojo and a few parlor tricks, the Cowled Ones decided they had wasted enough resources on her and had her...dealt with. Surprise, surprise that was when her latent talents choose to awaken once more and she was...free.
