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PASHAR

(Created by Peter Heeringa)

Mamoon Pashar Al-Eiraf Um-Hafayah (Moonborn Pashar, the Diviner of Hafayah) was born in Qadib (known as the city of sages or city of wands*) in the free cities of Zakhara in 1392.  His father, a traveling gem-running sea-merchant from Hafayah* (city of secrets), and his mother a wizard of the noble class.  Though they married in secret, their love was improper for their stations and Pashar was, as a result, cloistered away by his mother to be brought up by the very nurse (his “Marbia”) who had raised his mother – a now ancient elf with the gift of reading the scrolls of fate upon the faces of those that stood before her.  Pashar heard her provide readings to many and they always came to pass, but she always flat refused to provide a reading for Pashar.

During Pashar’s childhood, his father returned to see his mother every three years while he struggled to make money and prestige enough to make himself a suitable match for Pashar’s mother.  These rare times with his father brought strange gifts from afar, the opportunity to travel about the city, visit the docks, gardens, and more.  He was always sad to see his father go, and would be quick to inquire with his mother when their next meeting would occur.  Outside of these bright moments much of his time was spent hidden away.

As a boy Pashar learned much about the histories of the world, learned to read the common tongue, elvish, and proceeded to be trained in the elemental languages of the Djinn.  There was a routine and rigidity to his upbringing, but he listened well and learned much.  All the same, when the moon was full he would sneak out from his confines and observe the stars, listen in on the talk of traders, and attempt to find playmates in the streets.  It wasn’t until he had a strange vision during a bout of sickness that his mother and Marbia decided it was time to test the boy for the gift.

ADOLESCENCE: In his 50th year, Pashar proved he had the capability and aptitude to learn magic.  Delighted, his mother became a far more active part in his life as she provided training and testing in the magical arts.  His was not an isolated apprenticeship, however.  In addition to tutelage from his mother, he received regular training from his Marbia as well as a select number of arcane associates of his mother.  An entire world opened up for Pashar as he was introduced to the fantastical and strange. During this time his father took his first great journey north to his ancestral home in Calimshan.  He would return only twice in the next 40 years.  After his father’s first return Pashar questioned Marbia when his father would take Pashar and his mother.  She remarked on his fate for the first and only time, “Once you are a great wizard you will have already been united.”  Pashar’s spirits sank.

These years, while filled with exposure to knowledge from the best libraries within Qadib, dragged on as if they hovered in time.  It wasn’t until the last decade that Pashar’s life would suddenly lurch forward to catch up for the stalled time.

FLIGHT FROM ZAKHARA: In his 90th year, Pashar’s mother agreed to apprentice Pashar to a fellow wizard, Khorraveh.  During this apprenticeship, Pashar found himself secreting his way past the wards and traps guarding the treasure hoard of his master Khorraveh. He sought to find something to show to his father, who was to arrive the next morning; something that could prove his capability as a wizard.  In his exploration he inadvertently released a Djinn of great power from a strange crystal (where it had been imprisoned by Khorraveh).  In a mock blessing/curse the Djinn wiped clean all that was written in Pashar’s fate calling out as it departed, “I cast you upon the sea of fate to chart your own course, young wizard.”

Khorraveh was furious at the loss of his prize and set to magically imprison Pashar for his transgression.  Pashar’s fate would have been sealed, but Marbia mysteriously arrived to save Pashar from the terrible end.  In the ensuing battle there was terrible destruction within the city.  Upon learning what transgressed, Pashar’s mother secreted them away in the night. They were able to intercept his father before he arrived. The three were finally to be together, though without the luxury of the life to which Pashar was accustomed.

WRITINGS OF THE PRESENT: The next decade involved travelling north to Faerun, visiting strange and wonderful sites as the now united family made their way to Calimshan.  The sea life grew on the trio, and while they spent several months in Calimshan, their time there was brought to a close early.  Wanderlust and the lure of lucrative trade routes enticed the family to spur the crew of the merchant vessel onward.

During this time Pashar studied regularly with his mother, assisted his father with trade deals in port, played the zither, or helped keep lookout.  In addition to these more mundane activities, his visions began to return and, in turn, intensify.  He spoke once of his father’s impending death – blame upon the son. Another time of a demon descending upon the ship in the night.  This talk caused a rift between him and the crew, and Pashar found himself alone more and more frequently.

One ill-fated evening Pashar, with a bright mood, was on lookout.  Beset by a terrible vision and rendered unconscious, Pashar was unable to warn of an advancing pirate ship until they were already upon the merchant vessel.  In the chaos, his father and most of the crew were slain.  Pashar was taken prisoner by a vicious tiefling pirate.  While his mother caused irreparable harm to the pirate vessel, in the end she surrendered to save Pashar’s life.  The pirates gathered what they could from their vessel, scuttled it, and set off in the merchant vessel.

During their captivity, Pashar turned 100, the age of adulthood for elves.  Pashar befriended Kittisoth, the very tiefling who had captured him upon the ship. Kitti eventually convinced her captain that Pashar should be allowed to earn or buy his freedom.

Down a suitable warship due to his mother’s actions, the pirates seemed to think it fitting to ransom the pair of them for the cost of a new one. They named ransom at a price of 600 harbor moons (which sadly got a little lost in the translation). Pashar set off with his Kittisoth, his newfound ally, to seek these “six hundred coins.”

DESCRIPTION: Pashar’s golden skin, silver hair, and emerald eyes cause him to stand out despite his thin frame and short stature typical of sun elves.  Not much over 5 feet tall, he doesn’t gain any height from his typical footwear of Zakharan slippers and other garb. He wears his hair long and loose behind his ears; or pulled up into a bun under a fez.

ZAKHARAN CULTURAL NOTES

*Zakharan society is patriarchal and the father’s hometown would be prescribed to Pashar, but it would be expected he would be raised by his mother.

Zakharan society pillars: honor, family, purity, hospitality, and piety

The Bond of Salt is an ancient tradition to link guest and host. When a guest accepts salt from a host, the host is guaranteeing the safety of the guest for three days, the believed time that the salt remains in the system. The guest, for their part, agrees to not harm the host or the host’s family for the duration as well. To do so would do incredible damage to one’s honor and station.

CREATING PASHAR

Peter was probably the most knowledgeable player at the table when it came to the lore of the Forgotten Realms. His character concept was also almost fully developed right from the beginning: Not just the general conceit of a cloistered, scholastic elf now eager with wanderlust while fairly naïve about anything not found in a history book, but all the rich, specific detail of Zakharan life.

One thing to note here, in fact, is the section of his character background dedicated to miscellaneous cultural notes. Peter pulled these details on his own, but it’s also a technique that I like to use: I’ll pull — or, more often, create (one thing I love about character creation is that it almost always prompts me to develop parts of my worlds that I had never thought about before) — specific cultural details relevant to a PC’s background.

You don’t need a lot of these. (And, in fact, an encyclopedia article can often be counterproductive.) But 4-8 really evocative, specific details — what they think, what they eat, what their clothing looks like, what their popular slang words are, etc. — can give the player a touchstone for both ground and developing their character.

(If you get really lucky, you’ll get a player who takes your handful of evocative details and develop them into a richly detailed encyclopedia article that you can tuck into your own notes for future reference.)

BRING THE PARTY TOGETHER: So my first question for Peter was, “What brings Pashar to Waterdeep?”

Peter’s original concept was that he and his parents had come to Waterdeep on their travels, and then his parents had gotten into some sort of legal trouble and gotten arrested. He was now stuck in the city and was trying to figure out how to pay off a debt of some sort to get them freed.

You can see how this basic concept, but also shifted and evolved. This was primarily in response to Heather’s development of Kittisoth (which we’ll dive into next), but the short version is that she was creating a tiefling pirate. Since Kitti and Pashar both had maritime elements in their backgrounds, Heather and Peter thought it made sense for the two of them to have crossed paths at some point.

As the three of us tossed ideas around, it was a pretty short leap to the idea that Pashar’s parents had been taken by pirates (instead of being arrested in Waterdeep) and then an even shorter leap to Kitti actually being one of the pirates who had done it. (Pashar’s dad also got killed in there somewhere along the way.)

Why Waterdeep? Well, Pashar thought it was the city he knew best in the North. (Because he’d read a number of histories about it. Same thing as being streetwise, right?)

PRIVATE INTEGRATION: As a fish out of water in Waterdeep, I didn’t do a lot to privately integrate Pashar into the campaign. (To some extent, “the outsider who has to learn the city” is the hook.)

But the one thing I did do was set the ransom for his mother at 30,000 gold pieces. The players all thought his was an insane amount — “a king’s ransom” as one put it and “oh-shit-money” as another suggested. But I, of course, knew that the central conceit of the whole campaign was a horde of half a million gold pieces. Pashar would be highly motivated once the stakes of Neverember’s Enigma became clear.

At this point, Erik — another player — jumped in and jokingly suggested that Pashar, in his naivete, had actually set the ransom. “Right, right,” Peter said. “They asked me how much money I thought I could get for my mother. And I was like, ‘Thirty thousand gold pieces? How much could thirty thousand be, right?’”

This joke actually evolved into the idea that Pashar had been confused by the size of the ransom: The pirates, hearing he was going to Waterdeep for the money, told him that they wanted 600 harbor moons (a rare currency used only in Waterdeep that was worth 50gp per coin). Pashar heard that as “600 coins,” more or less assumed they meant 600 gold pieces, and thought it was a very reasonable request.

Surprisingly, in addition to becoming a very funny running joke at the beginning of the campaign, this misunderstanding also became a minor lynchpin in the backgrounds of the other characters. So we’ll be coming back to it.

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