Taluhah Mazhi

Taluhah Mazhi is a short, stout, determined tortle. He was born to a  pair of tortle fishermen in a small village several miles to the east of Nyanzaru. His father and mother, kind eyed and gentle tortles named Nyanja and Thanwe, settled down in order to raise Taluhah.

When he was young, his mother taught him to spearfish. After a kobold attack, he wanted to learn how to fight. One of his father's old friends, a marksman named Edgar, helped him learn the basics of sword combat. Even with his training, he felt uncomfortable with it and,knowing he needed all he could get, began training with the spear.

He started with his fishing spear but found that it was too light for what he needed. He found several flints scattered on the beaches and tried to make a spearhead. As he chipped away at the stone, a small red bird was drawn to him by the constant tapping. His movements were slow enough to not scare the bird, and it settled on his shell. After a while of chipping he was satisfied with his work and went home. He woke up the next morning to find the bird sitting on his head and chirping. He named it Roswell and continued to care for it.

He loved the water and went to the coast as often as he could.He walked the beaches for years, finding hidden coves, ancient trinkets, and beautiful shells. When he was 24, he ventured into a cove as he had often done before. As he entered the front of the tunnel, he saw a distortion in front of him. He reached out to touch it, and felt his gut wrench. His head was filled with flashing images of twisted beings, rivers of lava, and bottomless pits. He heard screaming voices, moaning humans, and the laughing of a massive being before waking up to find himself in front of where the opening once was, but is no more. He went home and tried to forget what he saw, but it has haunted him ever since. 

He continued fishing and training many years after his parents died, and never lost his love of the water. Several months ago, he was awakened by shattering glass and the sound of screams. He ran out the door to see a reanimated, armor clad elf shambling through the streets. He managed to kill the zombie with the help of his retired marksman, but not before several townsfolk lay dead. He took the longsword and shield off the dead elf’s body, swearing that whoever did this would pay the price.