The youngest of four, and son to a man named Tehuti, Thutmose grew up following in his father's footsteps, worshiping the gods and learning all the different rites to show his reverence for them. Growing up, he noticed many differences between himself and other Osirians, which made him the obvious black sheep everywhere he went. With blue skin and even bluer eyes, the only thing that Thutmose had in common with the people around him was his black hair. Even time seemed different to him; it all was much slower, and it gave him a sense of patience that further cut him away from the rest. While everyone was busy rushing through life in both actions and age, Thutmose progressed with a leisurely calm pace, as he occasionally tried to participate.
After attending the funeral of his sister Layla, Thutmose set out on a pilgrimage to Tephu, where he decided he would take up residence in the temple of Thobis and act as a priest for those who would come for worship. Unfortunately, the city life proved to be too busily, with all its citizens performing every action with a sense of urgency that left Thutmose trailing behind in the dust. Thutmose didn't want to leave so easily, but he also didn't want to remain somewhere that barely gave him time to even think, so he relocated just outside the city. He set up a hut that he could live in while still accepting those who wanted to receive guidance from the ancient gods.
Finding a great deal of comfort in his new home, Thutmose continued his work, and stepped outside regularly so he could interact with society and connected to the world ... but he couldn't shake the thought that he was going insane when he began hearing whispers while alone, on the edge of his perception. At first he ignored them, but when the became a more frequent occurrence he decided to quiet everything around him, in an attempt to make clear what he was hearing. Eventually he was able to understand six words ...
"Make, Create.. Fabricate. Dummy, Mummy ... Effigy"
He didn't know the purpose, but he followed the directions to the best of his abilities. Gathering random items from around his hut, he fashioned a doll that resembled a mummy out of strips of papyrus paper for the wrappings, bones from his previous meal, dirt from the ground beneath him for substance and form, and water to cement it all together. The whispers werent becoming any clearer, so he continued to kneaded and work the form of the poppet, to better resemble a human. Eventually the whispers stopped and there was complete silence, except for Thutmose's breathing. He set the doll aside and laid in his cot to reflect on what it was that he had be doing. The next morning he awoke to whispers yet again directing him towards the poppet, and as he made his approach, the whispers turned into a soft but resounding, voice directing him to pack and leave for the city Sothis.
Upon Thutmose's arrival at the city gates, he notices something very unusual, something he's never experienced. Others that looked like him. Four other blue-skinned, black-haired, blue or white-eyed samsarans simply standing to the side of the gate speaking with one another. Of course Thutmose knew he wasnt the only one of his kind, but the level of racial isolation had left him with that feeling none-the-less, and the joy brought to him by witnessing his own kind was nothing short of euphoric. Feeling compelled to do so, he approached this group of almost-familiar faces, and while attempting to maintain composure, he introduced himself.
Shortly after pleasantries and purposes had been exchanged, a dwarf dressed in scale-mail made of golden overlapping coins approached to address Thutmose specifically. Even though he had been entralled by the current conversation, something about the presence of the Dwarf demands attention.
"I be seekin ah few brave good souls ta be ah takin charge of this outpost I've done gone and set up. I found a way to walk the Hall of Doors. Found three doorways that opened up. One leads here to Golorian, One leads to another world known by those that live within it as Eberron. This third doorway though. Dat be da one that this dwarf has dun gone and set up an outpost within ... ."
" ... If you see something that catch your eye, Let me know and Perhaps that post can be yours.." The dwarf finishes as he hands Thutmose a sheet of Velium scribed in the more precise penmanship you have ever seen ...
