SQ oracle's curse (clouded vision), revelation (wisdom of the ancestors)
Other Gear studded leather, javelin (3), spear, backpack, bedroll, belt pouch, blanket, candle (10), crowbar, fishhook, flask, flint and steel, grappling hook, hemp rope (50 ft.), hot weather outfit, mess kit, pot, scroll case, signal whistle, soap, trail rations (5), waterskin, 52 gp, 6 sp, 7 cp
Special Abilities Clouded Vision You cannot see beyond 30'
Wisdom of the Ancestors (Augury 80%, 1/day) (Su) Once per day, you can enter a trance in which you commune with the spirits of your ancestors. This trance lasts for 10 minutes, which must be uninterrupted and during which you can take no other actions. When you come out of this trance, you have gained mystical insight into the future. At 1st level, this insight acts as an augury spell with 80% effectiveness. At 5th level, the insight takes the form of a divination with 90% effectiveness. At 8th level, the knowledge you gain is equivalent to a commune spell. None of these spell effects require material components.
Katumbo's Story:
Born in the Mwangi jungle in a small village located on the banks of the Ocota river near Nantambu, Katumbo grew up in the utmost respect of his elders and ancestors. Despite his family constantly reminding him he was allegedly the descendant of one of Old Man Jatembe's Ten Magic Warriors, Katumbo showed no gift for the arcane. Instead, he had a strong connection with the spiritual world, occasionally performing funeral rites and honoring the dead with the village priest.
When he became of age, his parents wanted him to enter the Magaambya tradition, thus had him apply to become an apprentice wizard in Nantambu's famed school. However, High Sun-Mage Oyamba, the master of the Magaambya, decided the young man's lineage wasn't proof enough, and he asked Katumbo to undergo a trial to test his skill and mettle. What happened during the test remains a mystery to this day, as Katumbo still persists in refusing to answer any question about it. Some say he doesn't remember everything because he passed out. The only certainty is that the young man failed the test, and regained consciouness only to contemplate the loss of his eyesight. He fled Nantambu covered with shame, and dared not go back to his parents.
Katumbo then wandered aimlessly in the jungle, and would have died within days were it not for the haunting voices of his ancestors that spoke inside his head, whispering and guiding him. He slowly recovered his sight but his eyes were somehow veiled, unable to gaze upon the world of flesh as well as they used to - maybe because the young man had ventured far into the world of spirits. He learned to master his fear of the inner voices, and to honor the spirits they belonged to like he had always done before. He knew his fated path would ask him for a full devotion in service to those spirits, who would lend their aid to him in return.
Venturing in the Bandu hills, he eventually landed in Eleder, but didn't stay there long. The city was too busy, too tainted with civilization. It wasn't long until the loner was spotted by slavers, and sold to the Captain of the Jenivere for him to serve aboard the ship. During his weeks at sea, Katumbo felt a crippling sensation: the connection with the spirits fading, his link to the land of his ancestors stretched to the maximum extent of what he could bear. The voices were almost impossible to hear, even though they were crying a thousand screams as Katumbo sailed away.
The young man then knew one thing for certain. He was meant to go back to Mwangi, to hear the spirits once again and fulfill his destiny.
Description & Personality:
A tall man with ebony skin, Katumbo has a gaunt appearance that almost make him look like a bird of prey. His two inquisitive eyes hardly ever blink, leaving in plain sight the milky veil covering his sight. Despite this startling look, there is something deeply soothing about Katumbo - a comforting presence, the lingering impression that he is watching over you. His clothes are plain - almost rags after weeks of sailing the salty seas - but fit for the southern climes.
For the people who don't know him well, Katumbo appears to keep mostly to himself, often lost in introspection and not often letting out his booming voice. However, the Mwangi often proves to be more than meets the eye, as those he considers to be in his care never leave his veiled gaze, even less so his thoughts.
