Askuwhetu, the Tamarisk Man, is a wise old spirit, who knows many secrets to surviving in difficult conditions. He is a stubborn and tenacious figure, easy to summon but hard to win over
Tamarisk
The Tamarisk is a scraggly evergreen that grows in dry, salty conditions. It puts down deep roots to find water, and so survives well in the Wastes. Its needles provide reasonable fodder for herds, though only the High Llamas can easily graze on them, since they grow up to 18 meters tall., and their branches rarely droop low enough for other herd beasts to graze on them. Tamarisk trees exude salt from their bark, a vital commodity in the Wastes. And their sap is a sweet; it is consumed both as a syrup and dried into sugary crystals.
Survival and Detect Salt.
Fireborn:
Oh tamarisk, so curly, curly and young,
Under you, little tamarisk, no poppy is blooming.
Under you, little tamarisk, no fire is burning -
No poppy is blooming -
Pretty maids are dancing a circle dance,
about you little tamarisk, they are singing your songs songs.
Please Aksuwhetu, our brother has fallen!
GM:
It's peaceful...
And the song is powerful...
Blood drips upon an ancient root...
Braves begin to offer up their spiritual essence, hoping to draw out the spirit of the trees.....An ancient and benevolent being, who though often stubborn, was a wealth of knowledge when it came to surviving in the Wastes.
The smoke begins to swirl about those kneeling by their friend, cloaking them in it's now sweet embrace.
Salt. The air fills with it's bitter tang, contrasting with the burning sap in the wood.
Askuwhetu is close.
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