Edros is a scrawny man in his middle forties. His black hair has sickly gray streaks running through it, and his sunken eyes make him look a good deal older than he actually is. His loose clothes are usually fairly shabby, with poorly mended tears. Under them, he looks almost starved, and his bones protrude slightly.
There is a silver wheel-shaped mark on his right shoulder, although it is usually hidden. This is the Sigil of Tychis, and is the sign of where he was touched by the god.
“I call upon the Sacred Ones. I call Deneth, the sun, the divine father, he who is master of all. I call Larisa, the moon, the queen of the heavens, she who sees all. I call Mynis, the strong, he who guards the gates. I call Desha, the gentle, she who protects our people from evil. I call Tychis, the cunning, he who is the master of secrets.”
The five altar flames burned higher. A voice echoed from nowhere. “What is it you seek, Edros, child of Ethalan?”
The young priest bowed. “I seek knowledge of the future in order to better protect our people.”
One of the flames flared, and started to smoke. The smoke seemed to take on a substance of its own. It quickly coalesced into the form of a dark young man with silver eyes. “You seek the secrets to come, then?” The priest swallowed, then nodded. “Do you know why there are secrets, and why the sight of men is restricted to the now?”
“Because men cannot know all.”
“And you ask for this still?”
“It is the only way to save my people from what is to come. Omens tell us something is coming, but omens are only shadows.”
“This is boon and bane you ask me for. Do you know the price you will pay?” Again the priest hesitated, then nodded. The dark young man shrugged. “So be it, child of Ethalan.” He reached out and placed his hand on the priest’s shoulder.
Edros was once a high priest of the Deneschal faith, and a respected leader among the Ethalani nation. However, he was much troubled by dark omens and signs of things to come, and wished to help his people. He brooded on it for a long time. Finally, after much thought, he went to the temple to ask the Five Gods for the knowledge he needed. His prayer was answered, and he was granted the ability to see the future.
There was, of course, a catch.
Edros was able to see the future in the sense that he was able to see all the possible outcomes of all possible situations. He cannot distiguish between the “now” and “then” and can only barely tell the difference between “here” and “there.” The sheer amount of information overwhelmed him, and his mind broke under the load.
Edros is an oracle, but he’s quite insane. If not watched carefully, he has a tendency to hurt himself without realizing it, and he’s attacked others more than once. He has to be cared for like a child, often having to be forced to even eat. Despite the… difficulties in dealing with him, he is considered a holy saint by the followers of the Deneschal faith. Still, only the most devout and patient priests will accept the duty of caring for him, and most don’t stay in the position long.
He will answer any question put to him, if one can hold his focus long enough to ask it, and his answers are always accurate. The problem arises in the fact that he doesn’t always answer the question being asked right at that particular moment. (And, of course, his answers are usually vague, slightly incoherent, and don’t seem to make sense except in retrospect, but that is common to all oracles.)
The way his insanity manifests changes from time to time. Sometimes dealing with him is like dealing with a fractious two year old in a middle-aged man’s body. Sometimes, he’s more on the psychotic end of the spectrum. The *good* days are when he’s mostly catatonic and inactive. There’s usually no warning when he shifts from one mood to another.