Perhaps you were ostracized from your people, or perhaps your people are no more. Perhaps the village elders have tasked them with a quest. Shamans are deeply intertwined in the tribes they are a part, so decide what caused your shaman to leave their community. Others, however, see the whole world as a community, just as in need of a shaman's help and guidance as the home they were born to. Some shamans find the large kingdoms and bustling cities of the world as too impersonal compared to their close-knit communities. It is this community that drives a shaman to perfect their craft for they do not learn and grow merely for their benefit but for the benefit of all. Ranging from a tribe of a couple of dozen to a village of hundreds, shamans are shepherds to these small communities, acting in a variety of roles from healer to leader to sage. Shamans are often found on the outskirts of civilization, settling deep in forests, jungles, and deserts or as a pack of nomads. Through a divine connection to nature they are able to cure wounds and disease by knowing how the health of the body and health of the soul are connected, channel the storm for protection by using primal, elemental forces to influence weather and geology, and guide the course of a person by charting the courses of stars and planets. Shamans find these ways of survival by learning from the mystic aspects of nature. These practices are what is necessary for living a life in the wilderness. They must grasp the very essence of death and decay to utilize it for their benefit. They must temper the harsh environments and raging tempests. A shaman must learn the arts of medicine and healing. On the fringe of society, alone from most people, this is where these aspects are most prevalent and unforgiving. Shamans study and harness the core tenets of the natural and spiritual worlds. Almost immediately his sick ally's body fights back the poison. He quickly identifies the poison at work and touches his ally’s fevered forehead.
Ignoring his own bleeding wounds, a grizzled dwarf kneels beside a writhing ally. Drums start and she begins her performance to grant her people strength and bravery in the upcoming battle. A young elf clad in a shawl of owlbear feathers, her face painted red and blue, steps toward the fire. When his eyes open, a crackling boom erupts as blue and white lightning flows from his fingers flying through skeleton after skeleton, their now charred bones clattering to the stonework.Ī large fire pit casts orange light and purple shadow on the large crowd of elves in a circle surrounding it.
A half-orc closes his eyes, focusing on the powerful essence of nature.
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