Jaston

Jaston Domain The Four Winds, Birds Symbol a white feather on a field of green and white Pantheon Pantheon of Liabo Smite/Bane Smite Critical Vacuum

Spirit of the Air, Patron of the Four Winds and Birds

Called "The Windrunner," Jaston is the Patron of the Four Winds. Once a sylvan elf, Jaston was one of Imaera's first experiments into the recreation of life upon Elanthia.

After the Ur-Daemon War, Imaera sought to rebuild life upon the planet. Using the body of a fallen sylvan elf, she extended muscles and bones from his shoulder blades, creating three wings off each side of the sylvan's back. She then covered them in soft white feathers.

It was Imaera's hope that she could turn her beloved tree elves into true tree-dwellers, complete with wings and other birdlike attributes. But looking down upon her beautiful creation, she realized it could never be, for all other mortal races would envy this creature's attributes. Thus, she begged Lorminstra for one of the souls she would ordinarily allow through the Ebon Gates. Using this soul, she re-animated the fallen sylvan, and charged him with the care of birds, and made him caretaker of the Four Winds.

Jaston's form is that of a sylvan elf with long brown hair, hazel eyes, a slender build and six white-feathered wings growing from his back. He dons green breeches and many-colored feathered bands about his head, arms and wrists. In manner, he is lighthearted and playful. His symbol is a white feather on a field of green and white.

Shrines, Statuary, and Holy Places

Solhaven Cleric Guild

In the Hall of Lessons inside the Solhaven Cleric Guild was a holy shrine dedicated to Jaston.

[Cleric Guild, Hall of Lessons]
A high ceiling rises in a curving upwards arc, the stone tinted a soft shade of white reminiscent of summer clouds. Subtle engravings mark the white stone, their simplistic wavy forms looking like currents of gentle wind. The flowing patterns of air coalesce around the statue of a winged man with a boyish grin on his face standing to the southwest. A mottled blue and misty grey altar stands before the man, an open tome resting upon its whorled surface.
Obvious exits: northeast

K>look Jaston
The lighthearted and carefree figure of a sylvan man stands with his arms akimbo.  On his face is a boyish, playful grin.  Six feathered wings grow from his back.  He is clad only in a pair of blousy breeches.  Bands of feathers are tied around his wrists, arms and forehead.

K>touch Jaston
You reach out and touch the statue of Jaston.

A soft wave of magic flows over you, making your skin tingle with Jaston's energies.

K>look altar
Crafted from silver-blue imflass mottled with shades of cloudy grey, the altar's natural patterns resemble currents of wind flowing gently across its surface.  Long feathers edge the uppermost edge of the altar, engraved as if they were floating carelessly upon the windy designs.

K>look tome
The tome isn't very large, but the leather cover of whorled green and cloudy white adds a touch of elegance to its otherwise simplistic designs.  Between the two open pages is a large, white feather.
There appears to be something written on it.

K>read tome
In the Common language, it reads:
"The winds can bring a sailor good fortune.  So too do Jaston's blessings, the keeper of that which every sailor prays is behind his sails."

Wehnimer's Landing Cleric Guild

Located in the Antechamber of Others is a statue of Jaston. This area is not considered a holy shrine.

Expressively posed with arms outstretched, this statue conveys the image of a sylvan elf with long brown hair, hazel eyes, a slender build, and six white-feathered wings sprouting from his back.  He wears green breeches, but no shirt, and sports many-colored feathered bands about his head, arms, and wrists.  The symbol at the statue's base is that of a white feather on a field of green and white.

Hidden Settlement

Located in the Hidden Settlement in Danjirland. The arm's cradle is a holy shrine. It is a part of a deed acquisition puzzle.

[Tree Statue]
You find yourself at the foot of a giant tree, which towers over your head rising about fifty feet into the air. It is shaped in the form of an elf dressed in feathers with arms outstretched in front of it, holding something you cannot quite make out from here. The forest surrounding the area is strangely silent except for the wind, which sings softly as it moves through the treetops above.
Obvious paths: north

>look stat
You seem to see a faint shimmer of light around it as if it had a living aura.

[Tree Statue, Arm's Cradle]

The view from the arms of the statue is breathtaking as you look out across the treetops of the forest which spans for miles. Looking upon the face of the statue, you sense a calm, giving presence and wonder just whose arms you rest in. The winds eddy and flow around you as if attracted by the very nature of the majestic figure. Several long vines drape across the statue's hand. You also see a small bowl resting in the hands of the tree.

Messaging

To add messaging, see deity messaging.

Spell/Ability	Messaging
CHANT (verb)	[1p cleric] You chant a reverent orison, asking Jaston for the blessing of the winds. [3p cleric] CLERIC chants a short but reverent orison, asking for the blessing of the winds. [1p paladin] You bow your head and chant a short prayer to Jaston, causing white and green light to momentarily coalesce in front of you. [3p paladin] PALADIN bows his head and chants a short prayer, causing white and green light to momentarily coalesce in front of him.
Major Sanctuary (220)	The air swirls around you, causing your feet to lose contact with the ground and your vision swims in a world of soft white... [Aviary Sanctuary] Polished golden wire creates an open-weave latticework ceiling supported by white pillars. Golden ivy swirls around each support, and at various intervals stretches across to create small swings and perches for the hundreds of bright birds. Canaries, sparrows, finches, and doves mingle with toucans and cockatoos in the high reaches of the sanctuary, while the cool marble floor supports wandering peacocks and whippoorwills. All at once every bird in the sanctuary takes wing and your vision is flooded with their bright colors and loud caws...
Well of Life (308)	As you sense your souls have linked together, a light breeze caresses your skin.
Condemn (309)	[Success] Discordant birdcalls fill the air as the wind picks up around TARGET! [Failure] An errant breeze brushes by TARGET, but nothing comes of it. [Damage] A fierce gust of wind from the (east/north/south/west) blasts TARGET for X points of damage! [Debuff end] The wind dies down around TARGET and the birdcalls fade away.
Blind (311)	[1p] As your faith overcomes TARGET's weakened defenses, you sense the blithe, soaring spirit of the Windrunner coursing through you. [2p] CASTER's face shimmers and vanishes, and, in its place, you see the image of a slender sylvan man with six white-feathered wings growing from his back. A wide band of many-colored feathers adorns his head, offering some minor restraint for his windswept, light brown hair as well as lending a rakish quality to his carefree smile. Silvery radiance flashes around his face in the instant before everything goes dark.
Prayer (313)	[1p] Turning your thoughts inward, you ask for the winds of your deity to protect you. A light gust of air caresses your skin, and you sense that your prayer has been granted. [3p] Sky blue light shines in CASTER's eyes.
Censure (316)	For your transgressions, the gift of freedom shall be lost to you. Imprisoned beneath stifling stone, you will long for the four winds to cleanse your skin, and dream of the silhouettes of birds against the sky....
Raise Dead (318)	[1p] Kneeling beside the prone form of TARGET, you utter the last syllable of your chant and lower your face to xx's ear. Whispering softly, you speak unto her, "With the air in my lungs, I bring you back from death. With the power of Jaston, I draw you into breath." Slowly, you exhale upon TARGET's face, and you feel the gentle pull of the four winds carry your breath over every inch of her body. Standing, you feel the raw energy granted to you by your deity transfer into xx, and it momentarily steals your breath away. [2p] This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! [3p]
Intercession	a translucent quartz feather talisman The air thrums with the sound of beating wings. A spill of pale feathers swirl across your vision, curling about you before scattering in all directions and vanishing into nothing.
Divine Wrath (335)	[1p] This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! [3p] [Look Caster] [Manifestation]
Symbol of the Proselyte (340)	[Cast] This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! [Chant]
Miracle (350)	[1p] You feel your spirit stir as a warm eastern wind, laden with the scent of exotic spices, catches you in its embrace. You sense the arrival of the chill glacial winds of the north, heavy with the crisp fragrance of pine trees and snow. Deep in your soul you know when the humid winds of the south join you, their ethereal edges laced with the perfume of tropical flowers. Lastly, the western winds bind to the others and coax them into a swirling vortex laced with the acrid aroma of the ocean. As the winds merge into one, they slowly sink into your body and fill every part of you with their touch. [3p]
Aid the Fallen (1613)
Repentance (1615)	[1p] A pillar of pure white radiance manifests around TARGET. [2p] CASTER's eyes glow with forest green light, and then everything around you vanishes into a pure white radiance. [3p] CASTER's eyes glow with forest green light, and a glimmering pillar of pure white radiance manifests around TARGET.
Judgment (1630)	[1p] You briefly close your eyes, and six white-feathered wings embrace your form. A faint shimmering light builds up and emanates from your hand before it takes the shape of an ethereal feathered armband! A gust of shimmering air blows from the edge of the ethereal feathered armband, striking TARGET! The ethereal feathered armband reforms into a small cloud that drifts off on the wind. [3p] CASTER briefly closes his eyes, and six white-feathered wings embrace his form. A faint shimmering light builds up and emanates from CASTER's hand before it takes the shape of an ethereal feathered armband, and CASTER thrusts it forward! A gust of shimmering air blows from the edge of the ethereal feathered armband, striking TARGET! The ethereal feathered armband in CASTER's hand reforms into a small cloud that drifts off on the wind.
Divine Incarnation (1650)	[Cast 1p] The last syllables of your spell are stolen from your lips by an errant breeze, and light, airy jubilance takes root in your chest. [Cast 3p] The last syllables of CASTER's spell are stolen from his lips by an errant breeze, and his eyes light with an airy jubilance as a pair of ephemeral wings form upon his back. [Expiration 1p] You feel the influence of Jaston leaving you as gentle zephyrs buffet you and leave you with an unburdened heart. [Expiration 3p] Gentle zephyrs buffet CASTER, stirring fingers through the ephemeral wings on his back until they disperse in tendrils of white light and his eyes return to normal. [Zeal 1p]You beseech your patron for combat prowess as pure white radiance begins to take form, swirling violently around you. [Zeal 3p]CASTER beseeches his patron as pure white radiance begins to take form, swirling violently around him. [Armor 1p]With a voice as gentle and warm as a southern wind, you beseech Jaston for his care and protection. In answer, tight currents of air swirl over your shoulders and course over your back and chest. [Armor 3p]As CASTER offers prayers in a voice as gentle and warm as a southern wind, tight currents of air swirl over his shoulders and course over his back and chest in an ever-shifting white haze. [Smite 1p]Summoning the favor of Jaston, a narrow cyclone whirls down your arm to engulf your weapon. As if carried on cushions of air, your steps are swift and light as you strike at TARGET, and he is lashed by the near-invisible whips of the cyclone. [Smite 3p]A narrow cyclone whirls down CASTER's arm to engulf his weapon, and when he moves, his steps are as swift and light as if carried on cushions of air. When he strikes at TARGET, he is lashed by the near-invisible whips of the cyclone. [Onslaught 1p]Calling to Jaston for aid, you find yourself entwined in a brilliant green whirlwind fraught with white feathers. Buffeted by the breezes, you wield your weapon as if it were an extension of your body as you lash out at your foes, every strike leaving behind a small cyclone of loose feathers. [Onslaught 3p]As CASTER calls to Jaston for aid, he is entwined in a brilliant green whirlwind fraught with white feathers. Buffeted by the breezes, he wields his weapon as if it were an extension of his body as he lashes out at his foes, every strike leaving behind a small cyclone of loose feathers.

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