The Lore of Shaman Aslan of the Sands

Shaman Aslan was born among the rolling dunes not far from Zaros Oasis. His family travelled far and wide, selling potions and charms to those who could pay and giving to those who could not. It worked well for them and for many years they travelled the lands doing just this. Then his parents realised they were to be blessed with a child and so set about returning to the sands of their ancestors. The family tradition was to return to Zaros Oasis when a child was due, this had been the case for so long no one was quite sure why it started, but the rumour was that botched potion had landed a curse upon the family that any child born away from the Oasis would be condemned to a life of calamity. It had been enshrined in the family history, so was always followed and generation after generation had always returned to the Oasis. It should have been the case with Aslan too, but he arrived early and was born many miles away from the Oasis in the Sands. As it transpires, the family lore was quite true and calamity has followed Aslan his whole life.

Aslan himself, is a quiet unassuming wizard who, should you ever meet him, can often be found carrying Salia, a bull frog, in his mouth to prevent the frog drying in the arid desert conditions. He is thus a man of few words. He has a small shop near Zaros Oasis from which he sells a collection of potions and charms, things in the family tradition. The shop itself is run by Salia, mostly Aslan can be found lying in the sand out the back of his shop, usually staring at the sun, moon or stars in contemplation. It is safer that way. The shop has been burnt down, blown up or somehow just destroyed by the calamity that follows Aslan more times than anyone can count now. Even Salia is tainted by the curse and not as she seems. Most believe her to be a familiar and this is not true. Salia is Aslans wife. During a commission a few years ago to bring consciousness back to a rich familys injured son, a small but significant mishap occured with an incantation and caused the swapping of minds with Salia and a bullfrog that was to be used in a potion. A panic ensued to work out where Aslan had gone wrong and return the minds to their rightful forms, but in the panic the bullfrog slipped out of the tent and went back to the swamp. They found Salia’s form a few weeks later in the heart of the swamp. So now she remains trapped within the bullfrog, for which Aslan blames himself entirely.

A short time ago Aslan thought he had found the answer to his woes. A flame was delivered with an invite to join the great burning. This was it, the only way he had knew so far to escape the curse, he would transcend to the other side and in death the curse would be lifted from him! He waited patiently for the day to come and made peace with the world. As he prepared for the journey his last chore was to fill the canteens for the journey across the Sands. He approached the well, but as he did he tripped, stumbled and fell. The flame came free of the bindings on his backpack and it flew through the air bouncing 1, 2, 3 times along the ground before catching a stone, flipping up and clearing the well wall. When the flame hit the water the heat of the flame instantly boiled it and transformed the well into what was effectively a gigantic cannon. The flame was fired with ferocity into the sky and off over the horizon to the North. And that was that. Aslan wimpered, beat the ground with his fist and a few tears watered the sand where he lay. The purpose and intent that Aslan had felt recently drained from him and he retired to the shop, unpacked his bags and has been lying in the sand at the back ever since.

He knows there are answers, he knows there are solutions to lift this curse. He just doesn’t know yet how to find them and solve it all. He squints slightly and a shooting star streaks across the night sky, lying on the moonlit sand he makes a wish…..

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