The Exvocates

Once the High Priestesses of Leah'dah, now these lost and broken women travel the lands to heal and help who they can, a kind of penance, self imposed, for not being able to protect or save their Goddess.

When Malfator, killed Leah'dah, she no longer was able to stand before the Great Veil and catch the souls flung there through violent tragedy.  Her death filled the coffers of Malfator with souls, though, many say, a bargaining still takes place at the time of death.

With Malfator standing in her place, he spreads his own veil before the nothing, and pulls all to him and back through the door of the Day, and into life again, only not life, but a bitter, painful trespassing paid for by the power of Malfators deity and the Negative Material Plane as the menace of undeath.

When Leah'dah's godliness was unmade in that terrible hour, many of her High Priestesses killed themselves in horror and panic.  Many of the Priestess did as well, though some were saved from themselves by the love and the loyalty of their Temple Guards.

What followed next was almost more horrible that the dissipation of the deity, in that all the Darkness that Leah'Dah held at bay for countless millennia, came pouring in like a bursting dam.  The Shrines were overrun, the Acolytes, the Adherents, the guards, the followers, were besieged mundane, and ancient evil, almost everywhere.  Few who loved her survived.

The Temples and the old places of Pholtus we pulled down into darkness forever.  Now they are treacherous places, strongholds of depravity and darkness.

But there are still some who live, who walk the world in pain and emptiness, and do what they can, for the Priestesses cannot heal with the power of their Deity anymore, but bind wounds, work with herbs and do what they can to fight the diseases and evils of the world.

One such Exvocate can be found at the Clearing to the north of Brighton, in what used to be the Plaza of the Old City of Pholtus.  There she heals with plant and bandage and some attend her.

They may also be found wandering the province, usually always with a guide, a man of great years, human and old but a warrior, a Temple Guard, still serving, still loving, for the call of them was a call of love, from the goddess herself, and from the Priestess they served with love with all their might and days and That was not killed and cannot die.