Pattern

Shadow-Walking(1) - Turtle can move slowly through shadow and change a single item at a time.

Pattern Mysteries (1) - Turtle can cast fortunes with trumps. (If he had any trumps.)

Powers (0)

Didgeridoo (0) - Turtle carries a very old digeridoo. The sounds from this instrument will attract the attention of spirits connected to earth and water.

Description

Turtle is lean, almost to the point of being skinny, and a little bit over middle height. His only clothing is normally a loincloth (Except when visiting a very cold realms); showing much of his very dark, tatooed skin. The tatoos are all white, consisting of various signs and patterns. On his right and left forearm respectively a bird and a turtle is tatooed. Often he also paints his face with different patterns.

Group Affiliations

Turtle is a member of the The Wizards' Convention. (Not that he cares very much about that...)

Turtle Speaks of his Tribe and his Quest

My people, the rotmos tribe, live in the desert and bushland on a hot continent, among other tribes. Each tribe has it's own totem creature, the rotmos tribe being a bit odd, having a totem that has not been seen for hundreds of years. We believe in the various spirits of nature and our totem creatures. The idea is that the totem helps the tribe in various ways. My tribe lives off hunting and gathering, and is led by a group of "elders". We share food and other needed things in the tribe; each person only has a few personal belongings, I for example have my boomerangs and a few small personal things, while the digeridoo I carry belongs to the tribe. I didn't know anything about money or such until I left the tribe.

The legends and old paintings tells us about a large, green, eagle-like bird with two long red feathers protruding from the back of it's head. The bird is said to be very wise.

The eclipse upset the people of my tribe; we saw it as an ill omen, and decided it was time to find our totem again. Since I was best fitted for this hunt I chose to try.

I certainly hope the tribe fares well in my absence; I will not return until I have found the bird. When I left the desert I encountered other people, for example people believing in gods. I still have some problems with understanding the concept of gods, but with time I have come to see gods as other peoples replacement for totems. People outside the desert tends to complicate things too much, but otherwise I like most of them.

Turtle Walks the Pattern

Turtle grins towards Seeker:"So be it. I'll walk it now; let's hope we end up in the same place."

Turtle makes a mock bow and takes his first bold steps on the pattern.

The before dark room illuminates by a strong red-yellow light. A dry hot wind blows Turtle in the face. He continues taking his steps forward. "This was not too hard." he mumbles to himself. The wind contiues to blow straight into his face. Does it carry sand? "I should have brought my water bottle, one should always bring water. Damn." Turtle feels his throat going dry. The heat get more intense, and the wind continues to blow. "Wasn't the floor flat??" Turtle exclaims as he feels himself walking up a steep hill, still following the pattern. He pants heavily, trying to keep his mouth shut to keep the moisture from escaping as he passes the first veil.

"Ah, on the top at last." Turtle smiles, but the wind is still there, so is the heat. "What?!" The whirlwind is sudden, carrying a lot of sand into the eyes of Turtle. He fights very hard to keep his eyes on the pattern path despite all the sand. He tries to shield them with his hand, but the sand finds its ways inside, causing tears to flow from his eyes. Finally the air clears, and Turtle sighs, thinking of all the water he has already lost.

He is sweating enormously, and a tearing headache burns in is head due to the dehydration. Not very far away he can see a large, still, glittering pool, with a strange bird hovering over it. Turtle grins and then laughs; "Hah, that I should find water and the Rotmos bird here on the pattern." However the short trip to the pool is very hard to walk. When he finally gets there, dragging his feet behind him, slumping of thirst, the pool and the bird vanishes. "An illusion. Delve would laugh." Turtle sobs and nearly stops as he walks through the third veil.

As he enters the grand curve, the wind dies. Left is a terrible heat. Turtle tries to shield his head from the sun´with his hands. That is futile, of course, but he keeps moving on at a incredibly slow pace. "Water, I need water.." he croaks. Then suddenly he reaches the center of the pattern. He tries to clear his head.

"Where did I want to go?...."He shakes his head "Ah, Seeker, Fiona and Behemoth."

Turtle tries to envision the place where Behemoth and Fiona are waiting...

from the campaign record by Olof Dahl