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Silencing a Shaman

Thirty years ago a meteor shower streaked the crystal clear night sky of the Sagoli desert. It was beneath this beautiful spectacle that Amon was born; an omen of good fortune and a bright future, as tribal legend would have it. Many of the tribals believed children born under such stars to be gifts of the gods. As Amon grew, he put forth every effort to live up to such standards.

At the early age of six, Amon lost his mother. Though the lost was devastating, he found a new home with N’khuli, one of his tribe’s most gifted shamans. Khuli cared for Amon as if he were her own flesh and blood and saw potential in the boy. She both mothered and mentored him well into adulthood. By the time Amon was seventeen, he had grown well into his gifts as a shaman. It was at this point in his life that Khuli bid Amon farewell, having insisted he traverse the desert to learn of the world beyond. Many boys and girls his age made such voyages, bringing back wisdom and experiences from other tribes and cultures to enrich their own.

For three years Amon roamed, intoxicated by wanderlust. He loved both learning of the other Seeker tribes and experiencing city life. Though he enjoyed his travels, he knew he would eventually return to the tribe with the knowledge and experiences he had accrued on his voyage. Little did Amon know, events would soon unfold that would drive him back to the tribe far sooner than he had ever expected.

In Amon’s absence, a new Tia took leadership of his tribe and a new Nunh claimed the rights to sire the tribe’s children. Together, these two men conspired to bend the tribe to their own whims, planning to wage war against the neighboring tribes out of their own greed for loot and lust for power. Khuli foresaw their plans and approached them about their ambitions. She was murdered in silence for her attempt to appeal to their better nature. In Amon’s dreams, the shaman visited him, pleading for him to return and to bring them to justice before they could lead the tribe into ruin.

Amon immediately set out for the Sagoli to answer his adoptive mother’s dying wish. He gathered a small band of able-bodied hunters and huntresses that he had met from other tribes in his travels and made for home. Together with his friends, he planned to overthrow the both of them. Unfortunately for Amon, the two warmongerers had several followers of their own who were every bit as thirsty for blood. Amon confronted them, and a fight ensued. With greater numbers opposing them, Amon’s band had no chance of victory. in the fray of things, Amon was stabbed through the throat, damaging his vocal cords and nearly killing him. The one survivor of the band he had put together managed to drag him out of the chaos, and to safety. Secretly, Amon was treated by one of the tribe’s medics who ultimately saved his life.

While Amon recovered, word circulated around the tribe about the predicament they were in. After realizing that their new leadership intended to lead them all into unwarranted wars with neighboring tribes, the people began to revolt. A small civil war began within the tribe as those who supported the Tia and the Nunh stood against the rest of the tribe. After a moon, the dust at last settled. WIth the threat to the tribe slain, business soon went back to usual. Once Amon was well enough to get out on his feet, he decided to part ways with the tribe once more. He saw his weakness as a failure, having been unable to personally bring vengeance to those who had slain Khuli. Because of this, Amon set out on another lonesome journey, never since looking back.