Talsin

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Tal'Sin of the Shadowtooth Tribe

Name	Talsin
Occupation	Savage Shadowhunter, Dark Troll Cultist
Age	Middle aged

Race	Troll
Residence	Traveler
Guild	The Cult of the Raptor

Outward Appearance	A tall, almost hulking troll standing a good three or four heads taller than many of the darkspears. He has very dark, nearly blue-black fur, an indication that this troll is not Darkspear, but Shadowtooth. With long, sharp tusks, war paint constantly covers his face, often hidden by a wolfs head mask, blood from recent kills left to congeal on the mask. His dark blue hair tied back, into a messy tail, again bloody, seen to use two large axe's, and a bow seeming to be made from his foe's bones. One of his pierceing red eyes have been replaced with a cut bone ball, runes carved into it and the faint whisps of voodoo trails from it, to allow sight.

Outward Appearance

A tall, almost hulking troll standing a good three or four heads taller than many of the darkspears. He has very dark, nearly blue-black fur, an indication that this troll is not Darkspear, but Shadowtooth. With long, sharp tusks, war paint constantly covers his face, often hidden by a wolfs head mask, blood from recent kills left to congeal on the mask. His dark blue hair tied back, into a messy tail, again bloody, seen to use two large axe's, and a bow seeming to be made from his foe's bones. One of his pierceing red eyes have been replaced with a cut bone ball, runes carved into it and the faint whisps of voodoo trails from it, to allow sight.

Background

Born in the shadows of the great mountin, where the life tree grew, Tal'sin was taught the way of the shadowhunter, like his father. Though haveing no brothers, only a small family, unusual for trolls, he quickly had to build his place with the tribe as a whole, as he grew older, fighting his way to a place of power. When demons and the walking dead came to the Shadowtooth lands, much of the tribe perished, few escaped.

Ventureing southwards, now with nothing but his skills to survive, Tal'sin made his way towards the hot southlands, known to the Orcs as the Barrens. A strange... bright land, far to used to living within the shadows of forest and mountin. Thirsty, after days of wandering the wasteland, he came upon the Crossroads.

Seeing these creatures... Tauren, Orc and... Small Trolls, for the first time. Many of them seemed hostile, but there was one... who, after he'd be pushed back from the town, followed him. She was one of the smaller trolls.

"W'ere ju' come from big mon'?"

Not to this day sure why he'd stopped, sitting on a long fallen tree with this stranger.

"Di' nort'en fores', under di grea' mountin' w'it di' life tree."

"Dem's be elf lands ai?"

"Ai. Bu' Shada'tooth beat dem' dead anytime'. S'di' will 'o da' loa'."

"Shada'tooth... neva' 'eard of dem'. We be Darkspear's ai?"

"Darkspear's? Mebeh, ja small fo' troll anyweh'. Ah be... lost."

"Ju' shoul' stay awa' from di orc's place's aight'? Mebeh you s'oul go find dis cult ah' 'eard 'bout. Dey's say ta let any troll in."

"An w'o be dey' den'?"

"Dem's be callin' demselves' di 'Cult of di Raptah'. Ju' go find Adnaw, she be leada' of 'em."

"Mhm... mebeh ah go look ai? 'pirits be w'it ja' wo'mon, ah gotsa' find dis Adnaw. Got lotsa' questi'ns. Mebeh she know Quetz'lun. Heh, See 'ja."

"Be seein yas."