Hoshisabi's Projects
Durok Deepseeker
The Coldpeak’s shaman. A healer and reader of the land who spent years listening to what the mountain had to say and acting on what he heard.
His spring is the thing to understand. In the middle of a winter that has not ended in years, he made a warm place. Green things grow there. The water runs. He did that. Not through prayer or luck — through understanding the land at a depth that most people never reach, and refusing to accept that Auril’s cold was the final word on the matter.
He wanted to do it again. Bigger. He wanted to push back against the curse across the whole of Icewind Dale, or enough of it to matter. He knew he wasn’t strong enough — the spring was everything he had. But he could feel there was a way. He’d been sensing something in the mountain for years before the rockslide showed him the door.
His journal describes a man who thought he’d found the answer. A staff that knew things about the land that he’d spent his whole life trying to learn. Netherese geomancers who had mastered exactly what he was attempting — who had bent the earth itself to their will. If only he could learn what they knew.
His runestones are dark. His last entry ends mid-thought. His spring is still warm.