(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ce/Avatar_Ember.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Ember</span></span>(played by Muse)<br/>Female Human Oracle 1<br/><br/>Ember was a fair skinned girl with russet hair and milk chocolate eyes.  Though barely sixteen, she was as curvaceous as she was fit, body clad in a flame-orange robe with golden embroidery of roses up the trim with wasps flying amongst them.  Her breasts were big, pert, and full.<br/><br/>Ember looked around at the gathering, one hand running nervously along the length of the rod.<strong>“I haven’t told this to many people before.  When I was a little girl, I lived on in a tiny farming village in Andoran.  I remember it as if the fire was telling me stories, speaking too me in it’s secret language and shaping with it’s wavering dances.  By the time I was nine, I knew that people were whispering things about this habit, saying that I was touched by the gods—for good or ill—or just touched in the head.” </strong>Benevolent Saranrae and tyrannical Asmodeus both were associated with fire.<br/><br/><strong>“I don’t know how the fire that took my home from me started. It was late at night.  My bed and room were already ablaze when a brush of unseen lips over my forehead woke me.  The fire didn’t burn me, but if the house had fallen in on me I would have surely died.  <br/><br/>   “I got out of the house, turned back screaming for my family only to watch as the house collapsed in the blaze.  I could hear the fire taunting me with malevolent words, and I screamed for the assembled neighbors to get my family out, but the words of the fire’s language were all that passed my lips.  <br/><br/>   “The village panicked.  They where going to hang me, so I fled.  I made it to the coast and stowed away aboard a ship.  I couldn’t ask for help because I couldn’t make my lips form human words.  No one would help a girl who wouldn’t speak, not ‘til I met Satinder Morne.”</strong>She turned to the woman who’d been the first to share her story and curtsied.<strong>“Lady Morne didn’t judge me for my silence, but for my actions.  I worked to help her and she gave me tasks to fill my time and pay for an honest days work.  <br/><br/>   “I didn’t speak for five years.  It was only when Lady Morne was entertaining at a party away from the safety of the temple that I had to speak again. I’d spotted assassins moving to surround her dressing room.  My voice when I cried warning was burning pines and popping sap, but it got her attention, and we fended the assassins off together with flames from my hands, the goddess’s power, and solid leather lashes.  <br/><br/>   “When the battle was over, I found the Taldin language had returned to me.  I realized then that I wanted to be like Lady Morne.   I have trained since for this day, when I may take my place in Calistria’s service.”  </strong>She curtsied to the group, blushing, and looked to see who would take the rod.<br/><br/>Ember shares her story, how her family died in a fire that didn't harm her when she was nine.  Satinder Morne took her in.  Now that she is sixteen, Ember wishes to become a sacred prostitute herself.