Riverheart

Riverheart is like most Hashan, open, inquisitive, chatty and quick to forgive. She has traveled on the great boats to far-away places, slew many foul monsters, and lived a life of high adventure - or so her stories go. She is a very accomplished story-teller able to spin a simple task of fetching water from a nearby stream into a tale that is re-told in taverns across the land. Where the task ends and the tale begins is anybody's guess, but Riverheart herself does not know.

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• Full Name Riverheart
• Father xxx
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• Born dd mmm yyyy
• Religion Wind and Water
• Race Hashan
• Sex Male

Riverheart grew up in the town of Last Hope on the northwestern shore. A typical Hashan town, it was mostly focused around trade, fishing, poetry, and the telling of epic stories. Riverheart had a great gift for storytelling as even the most simple tale of catching some rabbits became a hare-raising adventure. Some people might call his talent lying, but to the Hashan it is simple expansion on a true story designed to better capture the listener's interest. Still, Riverheart felt that he needed new material to really capture the town's attention. So, when he matured at 6 he left the town for the outside world.

His natural curiousity, inquisitive nature, and gift for storytelling has served him well on the road. He can often find free nights at inns in exchange for tales of his last adventure — some of which are actually true. His hodge-podge outfit and driving conviction would make a believer out of anyone that didn't personally witness the action. He has stolen aboard ships, set sail in rafts, hitched rides on wagon carts, and even convinced a dragon to take him high in Ander Mountains on a bet.

Everything about Riverheart is spent searching for the next great adventure or uncovering the next epic story. Now that he has seen the world first hand he much prefers telling his own stories than even the largest legend; after all why talk of a legendary life when you have lived one.

Like all hashan, Riverheart can be a bit strange to look at. His skin is slick to the touch and covered with green, black, and brown splotches as his large eyes reflect a rainbow of colors and sit too far away from the front of the face. Still, Riverheart has never let the notions of other stop him from living.

As if in defience of those who stop and stare, Riverheart has adopted some of the strangest clothing customs he has found anywhere. His dark blue boots have silver bells along the sides, which were a gift from the Manasea tribe who believe the bells ward off their dead ancestors. His forest green breeches are covered in orcish curses spelled out using gold stitching. His belt buckle is decorated in praise to Mara's fertility aspect and when his vest is tied together the two dragons on either side are seen copulating in the center. Finally, his hat is actually a beaten copper helmet from the doomed 13th Irillian Legion that disappeared somewhere in the southern lands years ago.

His rucksack is constantly overflowing and clangs from its many metal objects bashing together. A brass sextent and old spyglass hang from the underside along with almost a dozen religious amulets from different lands and cultures. Along the side is a large mapcase that is usually randomly stuffed with maps ranging from very accurate to complete lies. Still, Riverheart simply considers his messy state a challenge to his own efficient exploration.

Riverheart is a full source of information, locations, and adventures waiting to trip over someone. He has maps of buried treasure, lost civilizations, and hidden temples. Keys to a dozen different magical locks are all buried deep inside of his rucksack just waiting for the chance to be mated under the right condition to unlock their secrets. In short, he is a tornado adventurer jsut waiting to be found. He can serve up images of vast adventures, retell the tale of anything the adventure encountered, and help his companions get along with any restless natives.