LunarTotems/Crocodile

Introduction

He travelled long and hard. The young Delzahn's horse had wasted away, along with it's rider. Bone-thin, bearded, and hungry, he breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the land before him spread into a river plain. Dahare son of Ridwan licked at his chapped lips. This was the place where he could settle down, where he could finally rest.

He gave a furitive glance behind him at the rocky, high-desert plain. No threatening dust rose, no fear took him. He, a prince of his people, and a prince of the Sun, had felt too much fear in the last year. Exiled, driven from his people's songtrails, stripped of attendants, friends, lovers, one thing was on his mind. Rest.

Slipping off of his horse, he clicked his tounge, and led her down the slope into the valley, then, remounted her, riding her hard to the banks of the lush river at the bottom, through groves of fragrant trees, branches heavy with fruit. Falling to his knees at the banks, hedrank deeply. Not concerned with the many carvings on trees around them. His mount started, finally making him look up. She stood there, on the opposite bank of the river.

Small built, her body slathed with mud, long, tight curls dangling past her stomach's ritual white mud markings. She spoke to him softly in a tounge that stirred Dahare, then, changed to the archaic speech of the ancient realm that Dahare had learnt at the foot of the Orthodox Monk who served as his father's personal religious authority: "Horse-Prince..." her voice was soft as the pebbled river before him, clarion as the water in it, "thou hath come unto my domain so I can make thou remember what hath been lost. Thou and I art joined, thou and I art destined...and thy dreams are my own. We will return to thy desert, and we will rule..."

And thus, her will was done.

Mbai, She runs the tides

Charms :
Finding the Spirit's Shape (Crocodile)
Deadly Beastman transformation (2)
Terrestrial Circle Sorcery
-Emerald Countermagic
-Spoke the Wooden Face
-Silent Words of Dreams and Nightmares
-Flight of Seperation (cranes/storks)
Spirit-Scenting Technique

Beastman Form : Str +3, Dex +2, Sta +2. Horrifying Might, Resiliance of Nature, Rugged Hide.

Mbai is my attempt to make an "ephemeral" Lunar. She serves as a goddess of dreams and secrets revealed in dreams to people who live further down the river from her river valley home, haunting the swamps, giving her followers the keys to fight off mosquito-borne diseases, and interveining on their behalves. I like the idea of Exalts as gods, it makes me really happy/excited, 'cos I'm a huge friggin dork. But, hey!