The Broken Tower - Gameplay

"I am Vishi Dunn, known more in the Spirit World than this one. As shaman of the Blue Llama clan, I have ranged far and wide, seen much war and even more death."

"Some have called me 'Vishi Kinslayer', but trust me, that name was born of loyalty, not of betrayal. I believe that there is no greater chance for peace than Argrath’s promise."

"I saw Pavis liberated, and there I found friends in Vasana and her allies. Now I ride with them and offer counsel and warnings from the Spirit World - for those who will listen."

He smiles and points to a silver baboon scavenging the grass for insects nearby.

"Pay no attention to Cousin Monkey, my lackey. He is a coward and says little of value."
He laughs heartily with a casual and disarming demeanor.

Dazarim smiles ""I am Dazarim of the Sable Riders of Prax, and I am proud to be a descendant of the great bandit-king Patyan, a legend among my people. Greatness is in my lineage. My mother was the bandit chieftain Loram, and she taught me more about riding and desert survival than you will ever learn. I am as at home atop my mount as I am the ground and can ride like the wind. I have ridden from one end of the Praxian wastelands to the other and I have seen and done many things. I was there when Argrath and his allies summoned Jaldon Goldentooth to acclaim him as the White Bull, and I and my fellow bandits rode alongside him against the Lunars at their New Temple. There, I fought
demons and was near overcome, but I also survived that. Now I ride throughout Dragon Pass to see what I can see, to do what must be done. Stay clear of my sable, for its horns are as sharp as my sword. " he pats the sable antelope beside him "And this is Sevara

Vasana is a small, athletic woman with a vicious scar across one side of her face. Despite her size, she rides a bison and is more than capable of commanding warriors and priests more senior than herself. She is heavily armored, with a shield, a sword and am axe, and a long lance. A complex bow sits on the saddle behind her.

As they ride along in search of the raiders, they begin to make acquaintances.

"Vishi Dunn. Dazarim of the Sale Riders of Prax, it is a joy to ride inert the same sub as you. I am Vasana, the daughter of Farnan, a hero of Starbrow’s Rebellion, slain and devoured by the Crimson Bat. In my war of revenge against the Lunar Empire, I gained the attention of Argrath at the Battle of Pennel Ford. I was sorely wounded at the Second Battle of Moonbroth, granting me this terrible scar across the left half of my face. I returned to my mother’s farm to recover, and now I am ready for adventure.

My friends know me for a fearsome bison rider, a skilled hand with a sword, and a devout worshiper of Orlanth Adventurous. My honor is my greatest strength."

The hunter moved swift and silent through the trees. The forest welcomed his presence as a well known child, seemingly embracing and enveloping his every step. Occasionally the snap of a twig or the flutter of a branch marked his passing, signs of the speed of pursuit. Nathem lamented those signs, but the trail was heavy with the scent of their quarry. The man channeled his frustrations into speed and alertness as he followed the signs of through the Lismelder lands.

The man paused as he jumped onto a moss covered boulder, looking at the tracks that led on. The only sign of his exertion was the sharp rise and fall of his chest. Nathem's lithe form bore the resemblance of a predator poised to spring. His dark leather's were covered in markings and runes that seemed to follow the surrounding forest. A wild crop of hair spilled down the man's back slightly covering the well worn bow slung their. A complimenting beard, bushy and long flowed down the man's front. His weathered skin seemed to perfectly fit the well worn leathers, both showing the scars of a life of battle.

No sound signaled the approach of Rurik, just that absence of noise that seemed to envelop her. Nathem turned his azure blew eyes to regard the shadow cat. She sniffed delicately at the air in the direction of their pursuit then turned to look at Nathem, her mirrored blue eyes boring directly into Nathem's. The hunter felt emotions rise from his chest as memories flitted at the edge of his mind. The anger boiled at what had been taken from him. Taken by animals that rejected the laws written on the land. By men and women that thought they could take whenever and whatever they wanted. Nathem new the truth. When you stole enough berries, eventually the thorn pricked you. He would be that thorn.

An involuntary growl boiled from Nathem's throat and Rurik followed with her own bass echo. Nathem stopped, his face dropping as he let out a soft, Tht, Tht. Rurik launched herself from the boulder with the grace and silence only a shadow cat could exude. Nathem gave one short nod, noting the sounds of his companions approaching on his left. The hunter resumed the hunt, leaving the rising emotions on the boulder behind. Nathem would continue to leave those memories behind until the blood on his hands washed away the anger.

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What does Vishi know?

A serene young man emerges from his tent and glides up to the rest of the adventurers. He's dressed in a simple white linen rob and about his body is draped a large menacing serpent. He holds his hand up, palm facing forward in a gesture peace and warmth.

"Greetings. I am Makarios, son of Tharassa, a healer of Chalana Arroy. I have pledged my life to serving others as the goddess wishes." He looks to the others in the encampment and nods at each as they introduce themselves.

"A pleasure. I grew-up an orphan in Clearwine, if you want to know, in the temple of Chalana Arroy, where I learned much about herb-craft and the healing arts. This beautiful creature," he gestures with his long fingers to the serpent coiled around his body, "is Whisper. She found me when I was dying, nearly slain by trolls, and kept me alive. She is a bit shy, so do not feel offended if she is quiet to you." He smiles as he strokes its scaly body.