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About Ghadron

Ghadron was abandoned at a hostel in a wilderness town as a babe. He was treated like the village puppy, raised by the innkeep and his wife, and generally doted on by the village.
A raid ended his happy childhood at the age of 10, as a tribe of barbarians passing through took food and provisions and razed the small hamlet to the ground. Ghadron was to be killed with the others, when the shaman noticed a small birthmark on the inside of his forearm that favored Gozreh's holy symbol (Trait: Birthmark +2 vs mind affecting or compulsion effects). At her behest he was spared from death, but this was a small blessing. He was raised as a bastard in this nomadic tribe, treated harshly. The shaman worked with him, training him as a shaman, when the men did not steal him for weapon training. He was a quick study, and picked up both well. As he grew, even as a teen he rivaled some of the largest men in the camp, and began to trounce them regularly. He earned some measure of respect, as he was not only able to defeat the warriors, but he could gain blessings of the lands to aid the tribe. He learned somethings not taught by his shaman as well, following the words of Gozreh he learned the powers of the elements and nature were to be respected, not jsut commanded. His study earned him a closeness with animals (Trait: Wisdom made flesh; use WIS for Handle Animal checks). When the shaman became too old to serve any longer, Ghadron was sent on a vision quest to replace her. During the summer he wandered the plains, searching for his vision, his place in the grand scheme. He witnessed a grand battle, between a tigress and her cubs vs a band of hyenas. She fought bravely, but fell, only one of her older cubs surviving, a female. This struck him as profound; the hyenas were scavengers, taking by force what they did not deserve, and these majestic creatures died because of it. This angered him greatly...and memories of his abduction as a child came flooding back. Those people that had taken him in and treated him as one of their own...gone...stoeln from him by the human evuivalent to hyenas. He spent a few weeks strengthening the tiger cub, naming her Kamala. They returned to the tribe, the fanfare of welcome dying quickly as Ghadron stood proudly proclaiming that he had indeed found his vision, and then renounced everything they stood for, and refused to take the shaman's place. He was exiled by the chief, but Ghadron had no fear. Exile was freedom.