About Tariq Ibn Ziyad------------------
Languages
Speed 20 ft
STR 22 (+6) (16 Base +2 Race +2 Enhancement +2 Level)
DEFENSE
OFFENSE
Melee
Ranged
CMB: +14 ===o=== CLASS & RACE FEATURES
Favoured Class Bonus (Class): +11 Skill / +11/6 Combat Feat RACE FEATURES
===o=== TRAITS & FEATS
FEATS
===o=== SKILLS
ADVENTURE SKILLS
BACKGROUND SKILLS
===o=== SPELLS
Orisons DC 13
Level 1 DC 14 (6/6)
Level 2 DC 15 (5/5)
Level 3 DC 15 (5/5)
Level 4 DC 16 (2/2)
===o=== GEAR
Backpack 2 gp (2 lb) with
Invested in Monastery 1000 gp Total Weight: 84/100 lb (Light Load) Cash: 8007 gp / 5 sp Tariq and Haleen:
The girl found Tariq sobbing in an alley. "Why did you let them do that, kid?" she said. "I've been seeing you around the souk for some time. You are smart and capable, I'm sure you could have run or even set a nasty surprise for them. Why did you let those thugs beat you?" Tariq turned his head to her. He was sitting on the ground, arms around his knees. A tear was running down his cheek. The girl standing beside him was young, but older than him. She had kind features and pointy ears, and seemed to be genuinely worried and curious. "Had I ran, they would've gotten mad at me, and it would've been worse. Whatever I do, if it prevents them from beating me, will only delay the final result. It always happens, because I was born different." Haleen stared at the kid, carefully chewing his answer. It was not the answer she would have expected from a 10-ish year old. "I'm Haleen." She offered her hand to help him get back on his feet. "What's your name? Where is your family?" "Tariq." The kid accepted her help and used his sleeve to wipe the tear from his face."I have no family now." "Ok, Tariq. If you want to come", she smiled, "I can offer you a warm meal and some goat milk." The kid thought maybe the day might end not as bad as it started. He followed Haleen, taking care that she didn't notice the blood on the seat of his pants. Tariq and Bhishma:
"Hey Tariq, how are you doing today? Listen, I know someone who you might want to talk to." The teenager looked at the young elf, confused. Haleen had been his friend since that day in the alley, three years ago. He had lost his family to slave traders, and had been bullied by some boys, when Haleen offered him help. First, a warm meal, then some shelter. Then she became an older sister, always looking after him. Actually, not only for him - Haleen's house had become a haven for people like Tariq, children who had nowhere and no one to go to. Together, they were a family. To him, anything Haleen said was hundred percent proof, but he wasn't sure what she really meant with that phrase. "May the noon sun touch you gently, Haleen" he said with a smile. "What kind of 'someone', and why should I be interested?" A tall man entered the house at that very moment. He was dark skinned and bald, and barely middle aged. His features, typical of the Vudrani people. His clothings seemed to belong to a kind of monk or priest. He greeted both with his hands palm against palm in front of him. "Namaste, Tariq and Haleen." "Tariq, this is Bhishma. He is a priest of the Dawnflower. He's been around for some time, and has earned my trust." The holy man talked with calm and patience. "Tariq, I am here because I heard from Haleen of your condition. My mission in this life is very similar to Haleen’s - I find lost children, people like you, and assist them. I, er... we teach you how to manage in life, and how to avoid the destiny that awaits you if some particular people know of your existence." Haleen spoke in turn. "He wants to be your mentor. He lives in a temple with some others, and they can teach you things, and you'll learn how to pray to the Morning Lady, or to defend your loved ones... and we'll have room for one more here." Tariq understood. Haleen was procuring him an opportunity, a priceless gift like no other one - the chance to give another kid from the streets, like him, a life. "Alright. I'm going with you." Tariq on his own:
Haleen put a hand on Tariq's shoulder. "What happened?" The young man turned away from the altar and faced his old friend. "Some bandits assaulted the temple. He..." Tariq was struggling to pull the words out of his throat. ”He bought us time.” "Tariq, he saved you." Haleen was always kind. Always knew what to say. Tariq told her the rest of the story, finally letting it go. "Tariq... if you feel like, you can stay here. This is your home, it will always be." "I thank you." Tariq wiped his tears. "But first I ‘ve got to finish what I started." He kissed her on the forehead while thinking that he would be at home again soon. He parted, finished his internship at the temple and and came back months later, already ordained, only to find Haleen was gone. Tariq:
Tariq is a bit taller than average, strong built and with sharp facial shapes. He is considered ugly, though few people notice about his orcish ancestors - only when they see his tattoos. Actually, his family traces its ancestry back to a far away land, an information now lost in time for Tariq. He’s more worried about the present, though, since he feels himself how some people are mistreated just for their origins. Something he feels he’s bound to fight. He tends to be polite but frank, and usually straight to the point, at least when he dares give his opinion. That happens usually when some other says something really absurd, or when asked directly. Otherwise, his insecurity usually steps in his toes when he tries any social interchange. |
