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Cristo "Crowstalker" Givenns


A farmer, handy with a bow, and if you’re a bird I would advise staying far from his fields

Tall and lanky, with a strong farmers back, clean shaven with a nick or two from the last time, straight blonde hair covers his eyes, and he sports a thick blonde mustache. He has a tall neck and a large adams apple which can become distracting when he talks.
Cristo runs a corn farm, one that has been in his family for generations. One problem with corn is how it attracts animals especially large birds such as crows. This was a hazard of farming around the county, as the birds had become much smarter due to evolution, magic, or perhaps they were always smart but playing dumb as Cristo says. The scarecrows have never worked, even glamours and spells have been unsuccessful.
Cristo began to run after crows in his field, never catching them but scaring them from the stalks for a good 15 minutes, after which they would return, and continue eating. This constant battle wore Cristo down and forced him to pick up the bow, which he found he had a natural affinity for.
The First Time
Twang, went the string, the arrow missing a large male crow, and snapping back at Cristos fingers. He had missed, but was undeterred. Three had taken to flight, while one continued feasting.
Cocking another arrow, he aimed carefully, and let fly into the air, felling one of the ebony devils. The fourth, seeing this gave off a caw and rose to the air.
“You’re not gattin off that easily..” He answered back loading another arrow, and releasing it into the black bird. It hit the ground some distance away, and he collected the carcasses to show the other farmers.
Special Equipment

His bow is simple, made of the wood from a yew tree and painted yellow. He almost always has his bow and a few arrows with him, each arrow has black raven feather fletchings made from those he has killed.
He may carry a scythe but not as a weapon, he could be found with any number of farmering implements and seeds in the planting season.
Roleplaying Notes

Very nice and friendly, loves to tell his stories of hunting as if he was going up against a great dragon.
May hunt the PCs if they enter his field until he finds they are human and not large crows.
He will act very cautious of any character who has a black bird for a companion or familiar.

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Comments ( 6 )
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Voted Cheka Man
February 19, 2007, 11:38
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Voted Murometz
February 19, 2007, 12:34
Crow-Killer! :)

He is a simple soul, but I like that you included little details, which endeared me to the character (like the bobbing adam's apple!). I can picture him stalking the corn fields.

Good candidate for the Extras-Minor NPCs scroll.
Voted valadaar
February 19, 2007, 14:39
Might be handy to bring along in the swamp! :) Though I would not think it very hard to tell crows from PCs....

Not bad :)
February 19, 2007, 15:26
In the tall stalks, any movement would irk him, something is in his fields...
Voted manfred
February 19, 2007, 16:36
A sweet little NPC, someone who the PCs would be eager to recruit - pity he liked his farm so much. Good one!
Voted MoonHunter
February 21, 2007, 13:07
Short, Basic Extra with a twist.


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Corpse Herders

       By: Murometz

The Jiangsi was the name of an undead being in Chinese folklore and mythology. Usually translated as zombie or vampire for Western palates, the Jiangsi was really neither. They appeared as simply risen, fresh corpses. They moved (peculiarly!) by hopping rather than walking, and sought out the living to suck the Qilife force from their victims.

Perhaps significantly more interesting than the Jiangsi itself, was the lore surrounding them. "Zombie wranglers", or "Corpse Herders", usually Daoist priests, were men tasked with delivering these undead beings back to their respective home towns. Tradition in China placed great importance and emphasis on the return of the dead to their homes and families, and thus the corpse herders came to be. By using magick words and talismans they would animate the dead, and by placing specially inscribed parchments of paper over the Jiangsi heads and faces, the corpse herders would be able to control the hopping corpses. Then like pied pipers, they would lead processions of subdued undead, across many miles, rhythmically chanting and ringing tiny bells.

Special inns were built across China to house these undead caravans, as the zombies could only travel by evening and night, the sun anathema to them. Rows of doors opening to barely a closet-space, lined the walls of these special establishments. Behind these doors, the corpses would be stored upright while the corpse herders rested in rooms.

The Jiangsi under the control of a corpse herder were quite harmless, merely hopping after him, silently and without complaint, for weeks and months. If however, the magicked parchment would somehow be removed from their faces, the creatures would immediately seek living humans to kill. Their thirst for Qi was unquenchable.

The job of a corpse herder was an interesting one to say the least.

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