Kickies my feet up, hey you should tell us (me) about your goth oracles
GRABS ur leg
You know Edmund, my poor poor chaotic neutral Oracle of [REDACTED] who, despite being about two inches from death at any given time, just doesn't seem to want to die. Between his genie blood, his curse of unlife, and now the lycanthropy, there is so much going on inside this man. Despite being extremely charming to talk to, most people in their right minds are a bit... put off by Edmund. He sells himself as a doctor, a helper, a necessity, and is almost too quick with answers to questions about himself. And then he limps off from the party only to return shivering and drenched in seawater or gasping and soaked with blood, often with considerably less coin than he left with... He's a busy man.
Then there's Peripeteia aka Agent Annie my lawful evil Oracle of Zon-Kuthon. She's in a modern post-apocalyptic campaign in which the Maelstrom has essentially ripped through the material plane a la two colliding galaxies and she's a member of the arcane men in black. Prophecies she can't act upon or understand have driven her insane to the point that she believes she can make sense of the senseless chaos around her, all in the name of the Agency, if she just looks hard enough. She's extremely interested in sorcerers and their innate magic and would sooner scoop the answers she seeks out of their skulls than interrogate anyone. But she has an image to uphold so she leaves the violence to her (barbarian) "partner", acting as director and voyeur but never physically partaking when there's torture to be done.
And finally Raith, my newest lad. He's a neutral good Oracle of Ashava. Oddly, he's fascinated by death, and believes sleep and death are differentiated only from the point of view of the outside observer. Night is a facilitator of this safety and peace, and is when he really seems to come out of his shell. In his campaign the gods have almost completely abandoned their world, influencing very little in mortal's lives, so his existence is a bit of a surprise to everyone. He believes his goddess is the closest of all of them that are left, that she's watching him from the moon while the rest of the pantheon sleep in the darkness between/beyond the stars.
