A quick note on Ibn and –Al. In short Ibn means son of. Al means a member of / or from this city or family or organization. If you claim an Al in your name, you al claiming that all the people of the group or place will know you or of you. Only rich, powerful or famous people will use an –al in their names. An example is Waseem. As –al Gurvon, he claims that most if not all members of the city of Gurvon will know him or of him, same for the trade family of Shom.
Waseem – al Gurvon -al Shom
Kishnor ibn Ajmere –al Shom
Waseem – al Gurvon -al Shom
Waseem is a gnarled old desert trader. His skin is a dark tanned brown, with many wrinkles, cracks and scars. His hair is short cropped, jet black and wiry. Flecks of gray speckle his short moustache and goatee. His lightly rheumy brown eyes seem to have sorted you from your possessions and has a fair market price for both you and them. His fine quality working robes see him from day to day, but during matters of formal trade or of State, he has finery worthy of the master merchant title that he holds. Waseem is a hard, driven man. He allows nothing to get in his way. He keeps his caravan moving at all costs. He knows how hard he can push his beasts and his men. Sometimes he will pay the cost in flesh rather than in the coin of profit. He is the supreme authority in the caravan and has a rank equivalent to a mayor or town leader when outside of it. Waseem carries an enchanted steel scimitar that is mat black in color with a huge ruby in the pommel. It has been seen to burst into flames during combat.
Kishnor ibn Ajmere –al Shom
Kishnor is a middle-aged man who has lived a fairly comfortable life with little hardship and no lack of water. He was born into the temple as the son of a Nibeney merchant and was raised in the opulence. He is short, well fleshed (if a bit over weight). His skin is a natural dark brown in coloration with limited sun exposure in his life. He is very learned in history, medicine, law and arcane knowledge. Kishnor dresses expensively and indulges his tastes for the finer things in life as often. He has two apprentices, Vasra and Oaxara, with him. They carry out his instructions faithfully and quickly, as his words will either promote them in the merchant family or doom them. Kishnor is used to getting what he wants in life. He is used to being obeyed and having few in authority above him. If pushed, he can keep his tongue, but will deeply resent and may even go after those who insult or embarrass him. Kishnor acknowledges Waseem as his superior in the caravan and knows the hard man is what will keep him safe between cities. Kishnor has never been seen with more than a dagger for weaponry, and relies heavily on his guards in combat. He will avoid combat whenever possible, being a bit of a coward.
Vasra is a young man of 22 who has lived his life serving the Shom merchant family. In the last few years he has managed to increase his fortune 2 fold. He managed to secure the mentorship of Kishnor allowing him to travel the area outside of Nibeney. He also hooked up with a young apothecary mage who has designed a new drug. Vasra is now a major distributor of Blade, a magically constructed drug. Vasra hopes to set up a long-term route to distribute his wares and become rich. As blade is no more illegal than beer (not at all) Vasra will be openly selling it to guards and outriders, hoping its combat enhancement capabilities will help keep them all safer. Vasra is medium height and slim build. He is whipcord lean and tendons are often visible flexing beneath his medium tanned skin. His hair is worn in a black oily mullet, with his long drawn face clean-shaven. He frequently wears his hair tied up in a tail. His clothing is a mixed bag of finery for court functions and down and dirty work gear. He often carries a bone sword and always has a steel knife in his belt. He has been proven to be fairly accurate with a thrown object, such as a rock.
Oaxara (O’-ah-har-ah) is a young woman in her early twenties. Her mud brown hair is kept long, but usually worn in one thick long braid down her back. That is, what hair she has. Oaxara keeps most of her head shaved leaving only a six inch circle of hair growing out of the top/back of her head. That hair trails to her knees if not braided or tied up somehow. Her speckled brown eyes are set deep behind her thin hawk like nose. Her face occasionally looks a bit sullen and hollow, as if she has not been eating for days. She is no beauty, and she knows it. She makes no attempts to womanize her self, or use feminine charms. She dresses like a man of her station, Oaxara is short, curt and too the point. She prefers to handle a matter quickly and move on the next issue. She is fiercely loyal to house Shom, and to Kishnor almost as much. She keeps a distance from Vasra when they are not directly working together by Kishnor’s orders.
Ra is a massive and imposing figure. He is a half-giant with jet black wiry hair sticking up in what today would be called a military short flat top crew cut. His short and stocky frame (by half giant standards) of a body is bulging with muscles. His legs seem a bit to short for his 10 foot frame, and he seems to be all upper torso. His shoulders are 6 feet wide, his neck as thick as his thigh. His heavy brows stick out over his dark brown eyes. His face is always clean-shaven, though it almost always sorts a rolled stick of cured tanis leaves. He has been known on occasion to set the stick on fire and inhale the noxious fumes from the sticky leaves. His clothing is fine of quality, but plain in style and appearance. He has a penchant for going shirtless, and when he does his hundreds of scars show. His dark brown natural coloration is firmly tanned and resistant to the hottest of noon-day suns. He carries a huge 2-Handed curved scimitar. It is a relic from the old times, and made of folded steel. It has a wave pattern from the folding that looks like fire running the length of the blade. The tip is the reverse cutting crescent top. ((see illustration, my words fail me)) Ra is the man in charge of the caravan’s security. He answers to Waseem alone, and has high justice authority when not in a city. He makes many patrols with his men, and is in the front lines of any combat that occurs. He is known to be an incredibly deadly fighter with amazing strength. Some stories clam that his sword can burst into flames during combat. He is known to be a skilled healer, and many of his men owe him their lives. Many from him killing the things that were killing them. Many from his healing hands afterwards. His long term soldiers are intensely loyal.
Bassra is a handsome young human male of 26 years. His short (2-3 inch) blonde hair sticks out at all angles from his head in tufts. His hair has been bleached almost white from years in the sun. Tan is a nice bronze on what must have been pale white skin at birth. His blue eyes twinkle with a spark of mischief and merriment. He is fit and agile and leads the morning Inix outrider patrols. He is rumored to be a capable fighter, but when in camp, he prefers to be the lover and joker, not the fighter. His clothes are worn, but in good condition. His armor is of solid make, a mixture of mekillot hide, chitinous plates and leather straps with bone fastenings. He is handsome, charismatic, likeable and always seems to have friends about.
Caelum (Say’ loom)
Caelum is the leader of the afternoon inix patrol. He is an older half-elf who keeps his head covered at all times, still showing a number of tattoos covering his head. (see pict.) He is normally seen in his traditional elven garb and wears his armor under it. He was a member of the al-Qatarneh tribe, but was cast out for some crime that he will not speak of. When the caravan meets up with an elf tribe, Caelum takes time to be elsewhere. He is quiet, never speaking when he can avoid it. He is known to keep to himself and stay in his quarters when not on patrol. Some have tried to befriend the old man, but he does not seem to want company.
Kindara is a middle aged human male of 39. His long black hair is almost always tied into a long black braid down his back. His skin is a lighter tan than most, and he seems to have trouble seeming well in normal daylight. His face usually wears a scowl, and his men joke that his face froze that way one night on patrol. He has been with Waseem for 16 years now and has been in many skirmishes. Kindara is dark of humor, cynical, bitter and suspicious. He was his riding armor even when not on patrol. He is always armed, even when sleeping or bathing. He uses a different randomly chosen inix every time he rides out. Kindara is the third shift commander of the inix patrols and keeps the night watch.