Jarall Ma-Mel-Aket's page

He belongs to a the Garundi clan known as the Eight Tribes of the Ebon Sun. The Eight Tribes have set it as their purpose to eradicate the the curse of the undead that plagues the regions of southern Avistan.

Their tale is not unlike other Garundi that took to wandering the southern lands dating back almost twenty generations, things changed close to five generations ago when the clan came upon a city recently uncovered by a passing sand storm. The finding of this city was unusual for none of the elders could identify it's name or existence over the twenty generations that the clan continuously crossed this path.

Looking at it as a blessing they quickly investigated the city as the sun set but found nothing. Intent on resuming their search at daylight they raised their tents and camped for the night. As the full moon cast it glow upon the city and the surrounding tents an alarm sounded among the clan as an army of undead began to stream out of the city.

The clan fought hard that night as the undead attack never ceased. Only as Sarenrae's dawning sun rose did they some solace. As the rays of sun fell onto the city it began to break away and crumble into dust along with the undead and those that had been slain at the hands of these abominations.

As the sun finally rose a wind blew across the land sweeping any existence of the city or the dead. Where the clan had numbered twenty tribes only eight would remain. On that day they took a blood oath amongst all of them that they would search the land and destroy whatever undead creature they found. This would be the only way to make retribution.

It has been just over two hundred years since that day and the Eight Tribes have trained each son and daughter born to fight the undead. Jarall has seen many in his time die including those of his older brothers. It is a fight that he does not tire of having seen firsthand the true nature these abominations and when word spread of the opening of the Necropolis the Eight Tribes sent Jarall and his bloodkin to Wati. Each took a lottery token in hopes of being chosen to enter the Necropolis. As the night falls in Wati, Jarall awaits to see if he or another of his bloodkin will be blessed by Sarenrae to enter the necropolis at morning light.

As a Garundi he understands importance of community. Without it he knows his clan would never have had the strength and resolve to make it's purpose to scourge the land of the undead.

Travelling the lands has taught him to be mindful of the cultures of others and that each person must be given your trust before a judgement is made. While this has backfired on him a few times he has found this has led him to make stronger ties with people outside of his clan.

Good natured at heart he is also mindful that in a land as dangerous as this, one must always be ready to defend oneself and one's community even if that means taking another's life.

Jarall's sole purpose is to carryout the task that the Eight Tribes swore that day. Anything that would sway him from this he looks at it as being in direct opposition to everything that he believes.

He is typically dressed in loose fitting tan robes that have elaborate red, yellow and orange stitching on the cuffs and trims. The stitching on closer examination is actually a visual and verbal account of the oath the Eight Tribes took. He takes great care in maintaining these robes for in his tribe to be given these robes is to mark you as a warrior in the tribe.

Upon his head he wears a conical metal helmet with a red head cloth underneath that covers his neck.

At his side he carries a peculiar set of clubs that have an L-shape. Each seems to be made from a deep red wood and dark inscriptions run up and down the longer end of each club.