Haruchai
As you wish.
- Joined
- Sep 27, 2011
- Location
- United States (CST)
Golarion, a land of diverse races and vicious monsters. Home to elves and humans, dwarves and halflings. Monsters and magic also abide here, and good struggles with evil. It is the way it has always been and the way it ever will be. In this never ending struggle there are many great tales, and many legends are made. This story will focus on one such tale, one such legend. It begins to the South, across The Inner Sea, and in the sand swept lands Rahadoum.
The city of Azir, capital of Rhadoum, and almost due south of the Arch of Aroden. The ruler of this city, the Caliph, Salahdin, has in his employ a warrior known only as the White Lion. Okoru. This lion is known as one of the most fierce warriors in all of Rahadoum. When summoned by the Caliph he answers, and is told some disturbing news.
"Whispers have reached my ears about a powerful foe, Okoru. A witch if the rumors are true, that has woven a spell to curse me, and worse, to curse my firstborn. This witch is supposed to reside in the north, in the land of the soft men, not like my people." Salahdin pauses and then continues, "I am sending you on a witch hunt my friend, literally, and we need to ferret out this threat and put an end to it. I am hoping that the Vizier can give me more information and at least tell us where to look."
Okoru frowned. "It will be hard to hunt down such a person if the have formidable magic at their disposal, and especially if I do not know where to look." he admitted. He was a superlative hunter, but you still needed a trail of some sort to follow.
Salahdin nodded. "I understand my friend, though if the rumors are to be believed, then the life of not just me, but of my future child, hangs in the balance. It is not a risk I can take."
Okoru bowed. "I understand, and will do what I can. I need to make preparations to travel." he said, and unless he was stopped, the huge leonine warrior would go to prepare for this witch-hunt.
The city of Azir, capital of Rhadoum, and almost due south of the Arch of Aroden. The ruler of this city, the Caliph, Salahdin, has in his employ a warrior known only as the White Lion. Okoru. This lion is known as one of the most fierce warriors in all of Rahadoum. When summoned by the Caliph he answers, and is told some disturbing news.
"Whispers have reached my ears about a powerful foe, Okoru. A witch if the rumors are true, that has woven a spell to curse me, and worse, to curse my firstborn. This witch is supposed to reside in the north, in the land of the soft men, not like my people." Salahdin pauses and then continues, "I am sending you on a witch hunt my friend, literally, and we need to ferret out this threat and put an end to it. I am hoping that the Vizier can give me more information and at least tell us where to look."
Okoru frowned. "It will be hard to hunt down such a person if the have formidable magic at their disposal, and especially if I do not know where to look." he admitted. He was a superlative hunter, but you still needed a trail of some sort to follow.
Salahdin nodded. "I understand my friend, though if the rumors are to be believed, then the life of not just me, but of my future child, hangs in the balance. It is not a risk I can take."
Okoru bowed. "I understand, and will do what I can. I need to make preparations to travel." he said, and unless he was stopped, the huge leonine warrior would go to prepare for this witch-hunt.