#oh this made me weepy in a good way
Jester Lavorre doesn’t die. She simply doesn’t. When she’s old, she simply ascends to the status of a minor deity, residing over mischief, inappropriately timed Sendings, and if Exandria ever develops an equivalent of phones, texting.
In the year 1385 P.D, there are trickery domain clerics who follow Jester. They can use Channel Divinity to cast Sending. I can’t decide if her holy symbol would be a pair of clasped hands (like her tattoo), or a green dick (because it’s funny).
When they Commune with her, instead of a yes or no they get a 25 word answer, Jester sending style. The last words might be a bit wonky sometimes, like she got carried away and someone is counting her last words for her. As they receive these messages they usually get visions, but instead of the visions being relevant to the question, they’re usually just places she’s been/places she likes. A ship at sea on a sunny day. A strange forest that looks like it doesn’t belong on the material plane (because it doesn’t). The small room of a child, walls covered with drawings. A tastefully decorated, luxurious room that those from Nicodranas would know to recognise as that of the legendary Ruby of the Sea, now practically a shrine of its own. A roof, with a tree covered in sunlight growing from it.
Essek, the only one other than Caduceus still alive to see this change, is very amused. He visits her small temples and shrines, leaving pastries and trinkets and occasionally an elegantly drawn dick in a hidden spot, for old times’ sake. Because it would make her laugh, seeing him participate in this.
On occasion, he gets an echo of her voice in his head, giving him an update from wherever she is, a reminder that she loves him, and sometimes a string of “do do dodo” if she didn’t have enough words without it. He continues to receive those until the day he dies.
