A young novice of Aoskar


Adso is a young novice new to the wonders of the world. Initially his life resolved around the acre and maintenance of the monastery where he and the other priests of Aoskar lived, and if not for the adventurous and chaotic nature of Mera, he likely would have grown old tending to his cabbages in the garden and reciting the same hyms over and over in the chapel.

Life in planescape has changed the young priest dramatically. For the first time he has known fear, sickness and loss, but the greatest blow to this pious young man came with the knowledge that Aoskar was in fact dead, and Adso’s entire religion was based on a god who could do nothing for his followers. This fact took much time to work through, as Aoskar was simply a sort of ideal the priests would worship, but would never expect any sort of miraculous responses to their myriad of prayers. The principles of Aoskar were the foundation that the utopian society was founded upon, so there was no want for any sort of concrete sign that the god existed; faith and an orderly society were enough to prove that Aoskar’s worship was working.

Since coming to grips with Aoskar’s ‘death’ at the hands of the Lady of Pain, Adso has had a vision-inspired epiphany. One evening while on watch, an old man approached Adso who welcomed him and offered him comfort from the elements for a shirt while. Adso professed his doubts and fears to this strange man and was rewarded with the knowledge that Aoskar really isn’t dead, but simply altered his name to Rao so his followers could worship without fear of retribution from the Lady of Pain. Adso welcomes Rao into his heart and has felt new holy power invigorating himself and his companions, so he knows his worship is right.

What will happen to our young Adso when he finds out that Rao isn’t actually some secret aspect of Aoskar at all and is actually a completely separate deity is unknown, but for the time being his naivete is more than made up for with his pious nature and he will serve as a conduit for his god’s will.


Kethencio Plomie