Anctarcarim

Anctarcarim
Status:	Alive
Aliases:	Anctarcarim
Guild:	Cleric
Race:	Elf
Gender:	Male
Location:	Heru Taipa
Relatives:	[[related to::Lhars]]

Description

You see Dervish Anctarcarim of Velaka, an Elven Cleric.
Anctarcarim has pointed ears and emerald eyes. His light brown hair is cropped and fine, and he has a fat build. Tendrils of ivylike, vinegar-hued tattoos span his tanned skin from his arms and mostly shaven face to his chest and ample belly. A thick goatee, braided long and clasped at the end with gold, suspends off his chin.
He is average height for an Elf.
He is mature for an Elf.
He is in good shape.

He is holding some frothy pink champagne served in a dewy silver long-stemmed goblet in his left hand.
He is wearing a sleeveless open tunic of darkly brocaded spidersilk, a pair of heavy black gold armlets, a sand-scarred belt with a silvered tribal yataghan and a spinel-hilted tribal yataghan hanging from it, a brown leather haversack, a jadeite gwethdesuan, a kyanite gwethdesuan, some maroon suede trousers and some calf-length desert boots.

Miscellaneous

- He is consulting with Tallis regarding the Necromancer Lhars and his associates who have caused significant problems in Sand Clan (Heru Taipa) and surrounding area.

A Tale of Be'ort

Anctarcarim says, "In one of the villages of Heru Taipa, there lived a young woman named Vinegar. She was trained as a Barbarian, and she was happily married to another of her clan."
Anctarcarim says, "When she was pregnant with her first and only child, her bliss began to dwindle. Her husband, it turned out, had lost himself in the ashes of a long-smoldering resentment: that the noble Sand Elves must share their ancestral land with the S'Kra Mur. He would spit the name of the great city Muspar'i with rancor, and soon he and some hunter friends of his started engaging in desert trips from which they returned bloodied but bearing no game. The man never told much to Vinegar, and so their marriage gradually soured."
Anctarcarim says, "One of her many bleak mornings, when Vinegar went to check the chicken coop for eggs, she found nothing but gore and feathers. In the midst of it all lay two smug coyotes, fattened from their carnage. Coyotes are common in the desert, but this pair was curiously a pure white."
Anctarcarim says, "Now, Vinegar was a skillful warrior; no doubt she could have slain the beasts on the spot, unarmed even. For one reason or another, however, she didn't. Instead, she kept them both as pets. She named them Zin, "bad luck", and Min, "pain". Not surprising choices, given her arduous life."
Anctarcarim says, "In the next months, her husband grew more and more absent from their home. She knew he was out killing the S'Kra, paving the road to another war their clan could not win. It was then that she took to the habit of talking to her coyotes -- or, as the neighbors would have said, talking to her despondent self. The animals would never leave her side, often snarling at those who came near Vinegar."
Anctarcarim says, "Her two younger sisters frequently visited her. "Vinegar, Vinegar," they said one day, "why do you gloom so?" She answered nothing, instead sending them out to collect fresh oleanders for her. The children sprightly obliged, for they knew Vinegar had always been fond of the pink and white flowers. In another version of the story, it is the coyote pair who brought the oleanders."
Anctarcarim says, "The exact ending of the tale is shrouded in obscurity, but that night Vinegar poisoned her husband. The oleander sap had done its job: the man was a lifeless heap on the floor. Be'ort gave the pregnant woman a one-time respite from her woes, and she slept deep and undisturbed even as her wildlings howled keenly all night long."
Anctarcarim says, "The husband's body was gone in the morning. Some say the coyotes feasted on his unworthy flesh, while others say he survived and crawled away to other villages. Most say Vinegar still lives in that same village, albeit aged unnaturally because of her afflicted spirit."