Nazir The Listener
Nazir the Listener, Death Priest 1STR 9 DEX 9 CON 9
INT 12 WIS 14 CHA 13
Blowgun, mace, light armor (1rp), ammo, holy symbol, rations, waterskin, bedroll, torches, healing salve
Trinket: A skull with yellow pinprick lights in sockets
60 White ceramic coins
Nazir spent most of his life on his own. He had no memory of parents or caretakers, left to his own survival and the kindness of strangers. No one wanted to spend much time around the pale, skinny child, always whispering to himself or staring off and listening intently to nothing.
After a time he had embraced his strangeness and learned to control and master his ability to touch the other side of the veil, and traveled from the poor and small village he had existed on the outskirts of for most of his life in seek of knowledge and purpose.
After learning much of the world and ways of others he had returned home to share a better way. This was met with considerable resistance. It was a harsh lesson Nazir had learned out among the sands and raiders that sometimes a strong hand was needed to ensure the weak were led to progress, that most men were idle and that change of any sort was considered anathema.
A little time and effort found him leading his small peoples, as well as improvements in construction, proper agriculture, even the repair of some small part of the machines left behind to provide some electricity and water purification. There were not many new graves that had to be filled and even that was little trouble for Nazir who could call upon the Passed as though they had never crossed.
Things were moving along rather smoothly and Nazir had been considering reducing work hours and increasing rations permanently when /they/ came. They didn't understand. They didn't know what it had been like before. And they certainly hadn't listened when he tried to speak in their dreams.
There was the expected level of slashing and screaming and exploding and such, and in practically an evening, Nazir found himself alone in the desert, with only the constant murmuring of the Passed around him and a cracked water bottle. Clearly something had gone wrong, but little input from the voices had left him to figure it out for himself. Nazir determined to find out where he had erred, and learn more about the Remains who moved in the same world he did so he could one day be a more effective leader.
And so, he began walking.