Malath Kigani
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Description
A muscular woman, tall even by goliath standards at just over 8 feet tall. She wears a collection of loose fitting furs and leathers, held together by clasps emblazoned with the Athar insignia. She is covered in swirling, geometric tattoos of black and brown. A tiny, yapping grey dog barks endlessly at her heels, demanding attention from her.
Heritage
Malath Kigani hails from a tribe of fanatically devout goliaths nestled away high in the mountains of Abeir-Toril. Her dog, Nosewise, is a snow-white Pomeranian style dog with an excellent nose for wild garlic.
Personality
Malath Kigani, “Godhunter” as she is known within the Athar, is a stern woman with a clear head and a single goal: to oppose the gods at every turn. She plans to do this by gradually removing the need for temples and divine powers. If the community can provide healing, alms and guidance, she figures, what need would there be for priests? With them gone, the gods would surely die out on their own.
Malath has something of a temper; a trait which is relatively unknown save to those few who would dare interfere with Athar business within the clinics, schools or faction grounds. She’s not averse to breaking a few noses to get her point across in defence of her new-found family, though prefers not to kill where possible (not unless they try a second time).
The Chant
Malath was a priest, one of three to her clan of the Kigani. For years she gave guidance to them and saw to their spiritual needs. When she wasn’t busy with this, she was a storyteller. A storyteller who liked to write some very raunchy and blasphemous plays.
So when a superior priest interrupted her magnum opus with his big spiel about how the gods are perfect beings who are above questioning, she punched him. In the face. Hard.
Needless to say, the priest ensured she was exiled not only from the clergy, but her clan entirely.
For two months she wandered the wilderness, struggling to survive in the harsh mountain clime in which she lived. She was never a great hunter, nor survivalist, and so struggled to survive. She came close to dying.
As she felt the end draw near, she prayed one last time to her god. There was no response. So she renounced the gods, yelled out how they were all heartless bastards and cursed their very names.
In doing so, a portal opened up in the entrance to the tiny cave in which she was sheltering. Figuring she had nothing left to lose, she stumbled through it and straight into Sigil - right outside the Shattered Temple.
A young woman called Isra found her as she lay dying in the street. She tended to her wounds and asked for her story.
The rest is history.