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About Zosimus KalmanA shadow falls across the traveler's face, tilted back against the stone wall, drinking in the sun. Tanned, wrapped in a dark purple scarf, the traveler's eyes open after a moment, and gaze at the watch. He sits upright, and brings his hands slowly out from under his cloak. "So, so.. sit, tell me your questions, sergeant. No? You will not sit? Ah. I see. Perhaps a reading, anyway, that might answer your questions? Yes. I think so. Now." A small wooden box is lifted, the inlaid top lifted, and a harrow deck removed. Shuffled seven times, the reading is dealt on the cloth deftly. "Mmm. Some of the past, first, then. The Avalanche--war sweeps the land, engulfing all, carrying the low before it like bits of debris. The Brass Dwarf and Mute Hag speak as well, of dark deeds done and immunity secured. The Furrows were once a beautiful, green land, you know, and things learned in childhood are the hardest to unlearn." "Now to the present--well, the present in general, of course, not this moment. The Sickness, in opposition--well, well. Hale and hearty I am, and look to stay that way. The others? The Desert and The Rakshasa--see, you are here, too, sergeant! Will you be guiding me out of Carrion Hill? I sincerely hope not, I've come to like the place." A soldier leans forward to murmur in the sergeant's ear, who nods but gestures for the reading to continue. "The future--oh dear. Chock full of evil tidings. Still, let's see what's to be seen. Cyclone, Fiend, and Beating. I fear the deck is showing my immediate future. Perhaps not, though--dire times are ahead for your humble soothsayer, though, dire times. I suspect should avoid the rougher taverns this evening, though, just to be sure." A small leather bag appears on the corner of the cloth, by the booted foot of the watchman. The second soldier collects the purse with his spearpoint, and the patrol move on through the crowded market. Collecting the reading, shuffling the cards once and replacing them carefully in the box, the young man murmurs a short invocation of thanks to Desna. Favored Class: Wizard
Melee: +0, 1d6 (club) or 1d4/19-20 (dagger)
Fort: +0
Feats: Fortune Teller - Harrow deck (Ustalav entry, Campaign Setting), Deceitful, Scribe Scroll
Skills: (ranks+attr+class+misc)
Wizard Info:
Current Spells
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Equipment: harrow deck (handmade) w/case, club, 4 daggers, backpack, artisan's tools, belt pouch, bedroll, winter blanket, flint and steel, hooded lantern, oil (2 flasks), spell component pouch, 3 days trail rations, traveler's outfit
Physical Description:
He's dressed well, most of the time, in new or well-kept clothing. Nothing ostentatious, but it's obvious he's not scraping by. Usually, a purple silk scarf is wrapped around his head or neck. A small, specially made pouch on his belt holds an inlaid wooden box. Zosimus often rests a hand on it or touches it unconsciously while standing or moving around. |
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