Day 25 (late) of Owlcatober 2025, Inheritance, featuring Yaniel's internal monologue on a fact I found out about Radiance on the Pathfinder wiki...
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Radiance had been forged by Iomedae.
Yaniel was still struggling to wrap her head around what the Hand had told her as she sat at the Nexus, their sanctuary in the Abyss. Their rally point as they tried to figure out what these mythic demons were, their shelter from the abuse, misrule, and depravity of Alushinyrra.
The entire time, Yaniel had been the wielder of one of Iomedae’s holy relics. A sibling to Srithtial, even if it lacked the same intelligence, and to Heart’s Edge at the center of the sixth act. Forged upon Arazlant Mox, the tallest peak of Abaslom’s mountains where a celestial forge still remained.
And she had bonded with that weapon, what she thought was just a gift from Jorah to help her as she acted as Staunton’s vanguard in the crusade. The First Crusade, now. Poor Jorah. He had thought he just found an old magical sword during a delve, and that he was refurbishing the cold iron to fight demons. He never knew what he had restored. He had treated it with all the respect of a master craftsman for another’s masterpiece, yet had worked with something greater than he knew.
There was something special about Radiance. He had realized it as the weapon’s power grew in Yaniel’s hands, but has misidentified the cause. He thought that it was a rare occurrence, perhaps mixing with the celestial spirit that Yaniel had bonded with to have the weapon keep some of the power of that bond between uses. It had made sense to them, and they had considered it a gift from Heaven against the demons. It was, but not the gift they had expected. It was not gaining new power, but reawakening what it once had.
It also explained the sheer power she had felt down in the Midnight Fane, when Elaina had presented the sword to her. If a sword could cry, Yaniel was sure they would have drowned in joyful tears as its old power surged. She certainly had to fight them down herself to get her fellow prisoners back to Galfrey and the Hand’s position, and once more she managed to get every one of them out. Perhaps as she had awakened Radiance, Radiance had awakened her own vigor for the task at hand.
It was an old friend, and both of them still had work to do.
Yet, she understood that it was also no longer her sword. She was no longer Radiance’s wielder.
Time had not been kind to Anthoclitus, that aging priest who had once convinced Yaniel to join the crusade in the first place. His mind was going with age, and unlike Galfrey his life was not being extended. Yet she could remember what he had said decades ago, when they were sorting out the wargear of the fallen to determine who would inherit what.
A warrior could fall in battle, but their sword could still carry on their cause in another’s hand.
It was why Iomedae’s faithful did not bury their fallen with their wargear, as most others often did. It was only if the gear was so broken it could not be repaired, or if magic had made it so that no other could wield it, did it go with the body. It was only now that Yaniel understood this precept of her faith.
She missed having Radiance at her side, and the masterwork of cold iron she had been provided by Targona was a poor substitute. Yet, would she feel better with it on her hip, knowing that she was depriving another sharing her cause of a weapon they had bonded with? Knowing that if she followed through this thought, it would lie buried and unused against other evils threatening people?
No. Radiance was the inheritance of the Mendevian Crusaders. It should have been wielded over the past decades to teach demonkind that they were not the only ones with power. To reveal the bullies and sadists as the cowards they are, to show the Mendevians that they could win. Instead, the sword had fallen into a depression, and let none wield it. The sword had felt none equal to Yaniel in its grief.
Yet, eventually it had found new hands. It had bonded with the then-future Knight-Commander, drawn to Lariel’s sword and the mythic power within Elaina. From what Yaniel could tell, the sword had sensed the dire situation and needed power to wake up. Elaina had unknowingly done that, even as Seelah’s humility and earnest desire to save it had first stirred the blade from its slumber. The rest, as they said, was symbolic history as the Knight-Commander inherited what was once Yaniel’s sword, what was once the sword of many other heroes, what was once Iomedae’s.
The sword’s future, who would inherit it next? That she did not know. Nor, perhaps, was she meant to.
She just hoped it was in far better circumstances than when it passed from her hands.
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One thing I’ve had to do while working on turning Yaniel from a self insert that I made when I was a kid to a fully fleshed out character was taking away her abilities.
Oh, she has wings and can use portals? That doesn’t make any sense. Now her boyfriend has wings that can get her out a jam and she can only use portals to travel between dimensions.
Portals too convenient? Now they are magical sticks of chalk that need to be kept in a magical box or the magic will run out.
She can read minds? That doesn’t make sense! Her powers are star related! Now this character can read minds for her!
Need that character to be somewhat accessible? Make them a bodyless voice that can only exist in someone’s head! Have them able to jump from person to person!
She’s too good at everything she does, including leading, healing, cooking, and fighting? Whelp, now she can lead a country, but asking her to cook anything beyond chicken and noodles and you’re screwed. God help you if you ask her to bake something simple. Ope, now she can use basic first aid and needs help with the complicated stuff. Even better, she regresses in her fighting skills if she is out of practice. Easy to do when you live forever!
This way of thinking has lead to actually her having to work and think around problems and I’ve created several new characters because of this.
My dad has been following star charts for as long as I can remember and when I asked which star we were seeing in the sky, he’d be able to tell me. He takes his telescope out all the time, he always points out the space station when it passes by.
It blew my mind when I first learned that ancient cultures had stories for the constellations they mapped. I’ve followed along to every story I could and relayed them to my dad, who loved hearing about them.
I’ve been attached to the stars since I was a kid. That’s the reason my most personal character is attached to them as well. I even have stars over my home and a few tattooed on my arm.
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My oldest OC, Yaniel, has evolved with me for since at least third grade, which is saying a lot since I’m 23.
She honestly started as a self insert, which is funny because I don’t care for self inserts as much now. I would get attached to a media and throw her at it to see what worked. She mostly remained as a side character or appeared before or after a main plot line. It worked fine for a while but at the start of high school I was getting bored with her so I tried new ideas.
About four or five years ago, I took her and a few other characters of mine and introduced them to my new reality at the end of high school: the work force! I gave them a boss and slightly above minimum wage pay and benefits. But I stuck to my roots on her old role of jumping to different fandoms to simply being a dimension hopper. Easier to handle and I would have more control about the worlds she found herself in.
Even more so, she stopped being a self insert. I gave her qualities that I don’t have and some I wish I did. I don’t like confrontation, so she willingly confronts those who wrong her. She’s more of a lone wolf, but I like being around friends and family. I loved seeing her grow from a naive explorer to an intelligent leader and she surprised me recently by completely ignoring and fighting those who try to disturb her peace.
More recently, her story has shifted alongside myself. As I’ve been settling into adulthood and multiple jobs and my own place, she left her job to find peace in isolation. She only speaks to a few old friends, denies arguments in her home, and defends anyone who seeks shelter with her.
A while back, I shoved her and a ton of characters I made (which I’m so excited to start introducing soon!) into an organization that works with primordial beings to preserve peace. Since that’s all Yaniel had been doing up until her invitation, she readily accepted. She was with other immortals after being with mortals for the longest time. So, along with her patron, the Goddess of the Stars (there’s another story behind why I chose stars which I’d love to talk about another time) traveled around new worlds and times to keep the peace and allow timelines to flow properly. During her down times, she’d either go back to her homeland (again, I’d love to talk about the politics of her home, but that’s for another time) or she’d spend time with her new friends.
It was fine for about seven centuries, but her constant practice of people reading told her that the leader of the group, the personification of Time itself, was lying. And unfortunately, she was right.
After dismantling half the organization (which I’m discovering now might need a name) she fell into self exposed exile. She build a little cottage away from prying eyes and there she has stayed.
Most of her story, I gave no thought to. She would surprise me by taking the most unexpected turns and all I had to do was log her actions. My poor ADHD mind couldn’t keep up half the time!
I’d love to write it all down but first I have to finish my unfinished stories on AO3, which will take a while. :)
I will, however, post more OC stuff if there is an interest.
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