Mora Dahaka

One of the few remaining paladins of the Destroyed God, or perhaps Goddess, wandering the lands in this strange era.

Legends say that the Destroyed God was once a dark deity of destruction, but eventually, it reached the logical conclusion of its own domain - and in a fit of madness, or perhaps merely alien logic, destroyed itself, leaving its worshippers without their lord. Nevertheless, something of its power still remains with them, and the priesthood of the Destroyed One is known as both the original source of gunpowder, as well as some of its greatest producers and users, having the power to create it much like other priests can heal or smite with holy light, and to some degree even control it.

Mora Dahaka is not merely a priestess, but a paladin - a wandering holy warrior, wielding the sacred weapons of her order: firearms and bombs, annointed with burnt offerings. With her skin darkened by her travels and covered by countless scars, her armour bearing the marks of many years of battle and her eyes always covered by darkened glasses that protect against both the glare of the sun and sudden flashes of light alike, a mark of the priesthood, Dahaka is a grim sight at a glance, although in truth she posseses a great zest for life.

The last time her order gathered together was during the mad campaign of Krath the Destroyer, a self-titled dark lord, who preached the coming destruction of the world and the unification with the Unmade God itself, fighting under his banner for many years. What exactly took place one day at Krath's crumbling citadel in the bombed-out wasteland that his sappers carved out of the surrounding jungle, nobody who is willing to talk knows for sure, but by the end of it all Krath was dead, his beloved daughter Lunth made an uneasy and grudging peace with those her father tried to explode and the order scattered once more, Mora bearing several new scars and memories. She doesn't like to talk about that part of her past much, but there might be a reason why she is unusually hesitant to stick around in one place, even for one of her kind.

Now, Mora has returned to walking the earth, bringing the word and works of her unmade lord with her, and just generally enjoying life. Sometimes this involves things exploding. Usually they are monsters.

Usually.

Also: has a cute animal mascot from her war days, whom she named Sappy. It's a slime. (blasting slime, in fact. That jelly's dangerous!)