Quote Originally Posted by Falcos View Post
If you're willing to take another request so soon, I also have Little Sun, punch-centric desert-tempest barbarian who grew up alone and is now an adrenaline junkie thrill-seeker
Interesting that this was not planned, I swear...
I wrote your first character as someone from the great barren wasteland...
And realized your second one was a desert tempest...
And decided I would, indirectly, tie the two together...
They obviously work independently of one another, as well...
But it was fun to expand on the "Tawmis-Verse" as we call it...
And the "Three Tests" - if you're familiar with ElfQuest, you might see where that inspiration comes from...
I would love to hear feedback, as always!
Enjoy!
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Hailing from the Matahari Kecil tribe located in the middle of the barren wastes of Anauroch, Little Sun was named such for his unusual blonde hair, when most in his tribe typically had raven-black hair. Little Sun was the youngest child of Hopestrider, the renowned Shaman of the Matahari Kecil tribe.

Hopestrider had spent most of his years, growing up, attuned to nature. One might look out into the barren wasteland that was Anauroch and think there was no such thing as “nature” that exists. It’s true, during the day, one might only see wild camels; but at night, such animals as the fennec foxes, coyotes, to name a few; but there were also reptiles such as the thunder lizard and an assortment of snakes; and insects such as dung beetles, and too many others to name. The desert was also full of an abundance of plants, if one looked.

Knowing how these animals moved and survived in the desert, and knowing what plants were poisonous or not was not only vital to their survival, but the survival of their beasts of burden, such as the camels and donkeys.

Hopestrider had initially believed that his youngest son, Little Sun, was destined for greatness because of his unusually colored hair. He spent days and weeks trying to teach his restless son the ways of honing the Shamanistic abilities that were surly in him; but Little Sun was too restless. Little Sun was always challenging others to fights, finding new ways to prove he was the best – if not the wildest among the Matahari Kecil tribe.

When Little Sun reached eighteen changes of Seasons, despite Hopestrider’s multitude of failed attempts to teach his rambunctious son how to channel the spirits of nature to heed his call; he sent Little Sun to take the Three Challenges of the Shaman.

The first was being brought before the cave of a mouth entrance, and being expected to find the exit on the other side. The cave, wrought with various poisonous snakes, plants, and humanoids that would seek to kill him. Three days later, Little Sun emerged out of the exit wearing snake pelt boots, a dead Kobold slung over his shoulder, chewing on one of the most toxic plants found in the cave. He was sick for sixteen days, vomiting nonstop, but he had no regrets.

The second test had him blindfolded, brought to a tree, where he was tied upside down and then spun until the rope was pulled taut, then released; as everyone else fled, covering their tracks. The goal was to find the one person who had the Bogadin Leaves. When Little Sun stopped spinning and managed to pull off the blindfold, climb up and untie himself, he managed to track down one of the people and proceeded to rough them up, until they confessed to who had the Bogadin Leaves, and where they should be hiding. That took a total of five days to complete.

The third and final test would have him climbing a high arc, that had a thin path, and violent winds that threatened to push anyone off. Without fear, Little Sun climbed up the pathway, which of itself was difficult because of the angle to just get to the path was nearly a vertical climb. When he reached the top where a thin pathway led to a stone on the other side he would need to touch, the wind viciously whipped at him.

He never returned from that.

As it turned out, from that height, something massive could be seen in the heavens flying towards a town called Night’s Bane, which the people of the Matahari Kecil Tribe had often traded with. Little Sun had gone there a number of times with his father, who had gone to speak about his god to anyone who would listen.

Little Sun quickly scrambled down the vertical ledge he had spent nearly three hour climbing. His muscles burned with a fever hotter than any day he’d spent in Anauroch. He ran towards Night’s Bane curious what he’d seen flying in that direction. It took several hours and Little Sun had pushed his body well beyond the limit and just as the entrance of Night’s Bane could be seen, dehydration kicked in and Little Sun collapsed on the ground.

When he awoke, much of his body was buried in sand, as if some great sandstorm had blown over him without stirring him from his unconscious state. The sunburn on his arms told him he had not been unconscious longer than a day. He pushed himself to stand up and gazed at Night’s Bane, which was a smoldering mess. The gates were toppled over and the smell of decay filled the air. There were only a few screams and crying as Little Sun entered the decimated city. Towers had been knocked down to nothing, people lay dead all over the streets, either with vomit coming out of their mouth, while others appeared they’d been bitten in half or torn apart.

Amidst all the chaos and destruction, a human, about the same age as Little Sun, caught his attention. He approached the human who seemed to be in a state of shock. He recognized the human as someone from the Pasir Gurun Tribe, whom Little Sun’s people shared the barren wasteland with, according to the markings on his tattered garment.

“What happened here?” Little Sun asked.

“Emereth,” the human replied, matter-of-factly, as if that should explain everything.

“What is a ‘Emereth’,” Little Sun asked. “I was up on a vantage point and saw something enormous flying this way.”

“Emereth is not a thing,” the human named Mahal said, looking at Little Sun. It’s then Little Sun noticed what appeared to be tooth marks on the human’s right hand. “Emereth is an ancient green dragon who must pay for what she’s done.”

The idea of chasing down an Ancient Green Dragon seemed like the greatest challenge of all…