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"Whirl you by your tai-... Wha- I never... What sort of furless do you hang around? Honestly!

When I was a kit, my father told stories passed down in my family as far back as anyone can remember, tales of Curchanus' bravery, heroism, and selflessness. Of Lamashtu's trap for Desna, and Curchanus' sacrifice to protect her. And signs to look for upon his return."

He stiffens slightly as he recites, echoed by the gnome he's perched on.

"When the white frost is slain by ravens black,
then you know Curchanus is back!"
"Näkijän sought me out after a hawk, Shaukka, herself a descendent of another of Curchanus' Heralds, witnessed this very event happening southeast of Trollheim, in the Land of the Linnorm Kings."
"Don't you see?" His voice begins to rise with excitement again. "The light is returning to dispel the darkest reaches of the wilds! Harmony with nature, lost so long ago by the majority of twolegs, is attainable again!" His eyes flashing, he resumes shouting at the passing crowd.
"HAIL CURCHANUS! THE BEASTMASTER HAS RETURNED!!"

"YES! YES!" the gnome shouts after the Hellknight, leaning precariously atop the wolverine, "Spread the word of Curchanus' return!"
His satisfied grin turns back to his audience.
"The walking dead disrupt the natural order of things. Faithful of Curchanus do not go into the crypts and graveyards looking for undead to vanquish, but will not hesitate to destroy one loose in the wild. Against evil, young man, you will find no stauncher ally! Curchanus taught the stars to look upon us kindly; to send us pleasant dreams..."
He trails off as the two ferrets engage in their conversation.

"Am I ok? Should I not be? I have been tasked with marvelous purpose! Who wants to know, not-ferret?"

The gnome grabs the ferret lounging around his shoulders and presents him with outstretched arms.
"BEHOLD, Näkijän!"*
"The Prophet of the Beastmaster! He was tasked with spreading the news of the god's return, but could not communicate with most humanoids." Slowly, the gnome draws the ferret back to his body. It quickly returns to his shoulders, chittering and dooking into his large ears. Osbjörne nods solemnly before continuing.
"I am but a humble mouthpiece of this great messenger, a direct decendant of two of Curchanus' heralds, Kodo and Podo."

"His miracles will be small at first, but as more believe in his return, his influence will be felt across the face of Golarion!"

*(NAK-iyan)

A rugged looking gnome stands atop a leather-clad wolverine, itself perched atop a small crate, on a street corner near the Ascendant Court. Draped across his shoulders but beneath his dark olive hair is a black and brown ferret. Around his neck dangles a hand-carved compass rose composed of various animals. He adamantly preaches to the passing crowds, using his longspear to steady himself atop his shaky tower.

"It is time for us all to venture from our comfortable cities and live in harmony with nature once again! The beasts of the wild are not monsters, but allies of good! Don't let the demonic lies of the Mother of Madness fool you! Her usurpation of His power is incomplete..."

"Curchanus LIVES!!"