El Morshed/The Guide

The sands of this hellish place has bested you, depriving you of water and food and yet it still mocks you with its beauty thus is the cruel joke of nature you lay there on the scalding earth each speck of sand your torturer, as you lay there overtaken by hunger and thirst wondering which ailment will be the first to take you, a mirage appears in the distance a shape approaching you. At first, you believe it might be a person, but you smile with those parched lips of yours “As if someone would choose to be in this hellish ocean of fire” you think. It is just a body and mind fighting their best to avoid the ferryman’s boat or maybe it is the ferryman himself coming to escort you to his shore you thank the ferryman for the honour of coming all the way here just to escort to your next destination and if you were able you would stand at the ready to walk with him, but you could close your eyes as you accept your final slumber.      Suddenly, a sharp pain forces your shut eye open as you lips burn and blood starts pouring from them, but it’s not blood at least not only blood, is that water? You forgot how it tastes and is you try to focus on you eyes but with sudden sunlight taking over the darkness of what you thought was your final rest as, to compensate for your momentary loss of vision your hearing become sharper and you could a beautiful voice, as if the very voice of an angel talking, to you in a language that you don’t understand and blurts out in broken common “Hang in there!” You could swear that you have shed a tear and you curse your eyes for wasting such precious water as you see a person dressed in strange garb holding a water skin to your mouth feeding you water, but this unfortunately is not a second chance as your vision blurs and return to the darkness of your once interrupted sleep not heeding the shouts of your would be saviour as you fade the last thing you see are a pair of worried, compassionate eyes those of a mother tending to her wounded child and as you slip you could’ve sworn those pupils were pure gold.      As you float in the void you give unspoken gratitude to that person and pray to the gods that their life would be a wonderful life better than the one you had and as you slowly drift in the ocean of shadow that replaced the ocean of sands that was the place of your final rest……you feel at peace, content that the world still has people like that person………..Suddenly! A light that of a thousand suns shines through your sea of noir and you are ripped back to a…. tent? You look around and you see people walking around and as you try to rise from the bed you were laid in as your weakened shake under the effort of lifting your body, you are ushered back on your bed by the hands of a woman wearing a strange garb and ordained with marking on her skin as you try an ask her what is going on she stops you and explains, in broken common, that you were brought here by someone called El Morshed and welcomes you to The Oasis.      El Morshed(المرشد) in the native tongue or The Guide in common is one of the three dune walkers, clerics of Ohasis, that act as the leaders of the children of Ohasis and one of the most respected members of the tribe. The Guide is the youngest of the three although don’t let that fool you as with the dune walkers age does not show correctly, one of the many blessings Ohasis gives his clerics, he is seen as the compassionate mother of the three he spends his time travelling the desert leading those who need help back to the Oasis although he is also known for his surprisingly mean left and right hooks as a former member of the ornate glove, he is also known for his beauty and his angelic voice as well as the trademark golden eyes of the dune walkers. Appearance If you are not knowledgeable about who the guide is you would never differentiate from the general populace as he seems only like a conventionally handsome member of the tribe, wearing the same garb made for the harsh deserts of the bleached bones as everyone else and with the same dark olive skin tone and black hair if not for the only distinctive feature his pupils that look like they are made of gold and you would believe that if you didn’t see them move as normal eyes.   Personality A compassionate, friendly, silver-tongued man treats everyone like a loving mother would to her child he is an open man never relying on trickery or deceit unless necessary, arms always open to accept anyone. He is a man that respects discipline and those who share his compassion to others. The most proficient in the common tongue speaking it with no accent at a native level unless nervous where his starts speaking in a broken manner. His anger is rare but ferocious as those his anger is targeted towards are usually deserving and in his anger, actions are his instruments rather than words.   He was born within the tribe and from a young age he was extraordinary and slowly became a favourite among his fellow peers taking to leadership naturally he had many attempts to exploit his compassionate and kind nature but thanks to his parents teaching never fell for their traps and soon learned to teach those people lessons. When he came of age and was marked, he chose to take up medicine as his profession quickly taking to it and getting two renewal marks after only 5 years which was and still is an amazing achievement and after that he followed the path of the ornate glove and became one of their ranks mastering the way of the saint he spent ten years within the ranks of the ornate glove after which grew his compassion even more feeling a connection with all things. Possibly with that realization his calling to the dune walk found him. That day was nerve wracking to say the least, but he passed and was given the blessing as his reward and as customary he never shared what his path looked like. At the current day, 50 years later, he acts as the guide for his people and those who seek their help as a bringer of the oasis to those who need it. The Old Seer: Another dune walker, the one who supervised both his renewals acts as his grumpy grandmother who although cutting and mean with her words holds great endearment to him.   The True Magus: Another dune walker who took him under his wing when he became a dune walker and who made sure that he was fit for the role he wished to fill for his people.   The Children of Ohasis: His people who he holds a great deal of love to and who he will guide along their path to self improvement.