Zutzia the Nomad

## History

Hailing from one of the kasatha nomadic tribes, Zutzia spent most of her life as a liaison between the clans, as well as traveling ahead of, and near areas where groups would be to settle their brief camps. Deeply loyal to her people, she wishes to one day be able to help in unifying the tribes under one banner, a true kasathan nation, like the old texts tell of the time before they arrived from the stars.

## Appearance

Although always heavily robed and covered in public, what little is visible of her complexion seems to be a pink, purple-ish skin, her eyes, much like the vast majority of her kin, are wholly black. She keeps her two lower arms folded away beneath her robes at all times, except for when things escalate and there is a need for violence.

## Oath

Zutzia's oath is clear: She will always do what is in her power to better her people, and never work to their detriment. If need be, any threats will be eliminated forcefully should a peaceful resolution not be achievable. All who would attempt to bring doom upon the kasathan people are forfeit, but she must not act if such a confrontation would only result in throwing away her life for nothing: One must wield a sufficiently big metaphorical stick, after all.

## Tower of Death, Part 1

In light of the tower's appearance and subsequent occurrences regarding it's undead hordes coming into conflict with the local unliving populace, it would appear a few kasatha tribes had taken interest in these happenings, something in due likelihood prompted by old, traditional resting grounds laying in an area of the now dubbed Ghostlands. Intent on making sure the burial sites and it's occupants, be it the still peacefully interred and whatever others happened to have eventually, inevitably, risen from their graves as either mindless husks, or startlingly aware beings, remained untouched by the coming storm, the tribes committed.

And thus does Zutzia come into the picture. A revered elder of her tribe, and respected ambassador between others, the nomad would spent many a day and many more night traversing hostile lands, delivering messages, goods, supplies, and her own expertise in matters of combat to assist in the coordination and dialogue between parties, be it between clans, or even when the questioning glances of outsiders and more civilized peoples fell upon their lot, even on occasion mediating between some of the living and their unliving now ancestors.

Although now knowing some trustworthy allies, and some off folk in the lands of Babel and Grey Hollow, Zutzia felt it unjust to ask for their time in assisting her, figuring them preoccupied with their own priorities in these strange times, the kasatha decided to instead handle things in a different way. Along with the aforementioned duties, she threw herself more diligently into her courier gig, funneling the coin gained from both that venture and other forays she'd participated in the few months prior into the tribes' many efforts, as well as the knights and other groups interested in keeping the hordes of the dead spilling forth from the tower far and away from the Ghostlands borders, and seeing their threat contained.

In addition, she took it upon herself to bring the other remaining tribes into the fold, with surprising success. Dozens of youths, eager to assist in securing their kind's heritage, as well as a couple of full clans pledged their support, this being the first time in centuries, if not millennia, that her kin has come so close to anything able to be considered a united kasathan people, of shared focus and will. Now, with many a bond flourishing between old rivals, she dares hope that this will bring them one step closer to unification.

In the meantime, however, they prepare. Camps are raised, communication paths solidified, supply lines strengthened and heavily guarded, new allies sought and brought into the fold, be they living or dead, and a sort of collective anxiety begins to settle: Is this perhaps an omen, a prelude to aught coming? Or maybe a blessing in disguise, a good portent for the various peoples of this continent? Regardless of the answer, Zutzia simply did as she'd been doing- carry messages, deliver supplies, mediate when necessary and fight when called for. She'd done enough, and the rest was much likely outside of her power. The wheels of fate were in motion, after all, it's currents uncertain, and all she hopes is that her people survive what is to come, and come out stronger for it.