Shivareh Basha

"I traversed through snow laden fields of the vast south, across the seas and lands of risen empires. I've seen places far from the north, yet here I stay and stoke my new home's fires." - Shivareh Wayfarer.

The Road to be Traveled
"It was in the snow covered lands of east Sørligste I found myself, aimless like a leaf in the wind, without a name or nation to identify with other than a tag with Shivareh engraved into it. But, I heard a call from a far off place, a friend calling me far to the north. So, through lands vast, and oceans wide I traveled. Many ruins lied between me and this call, a castle long forgotten, and a place to rest with many remnants of visitors past. But, after days of travel I found myself gazing upon mountains that clashed with a near by desert, and a lowly dark oak forest near by. Due to my long travel, I had found a name to go by, a Wayfarer. It was there I found and met what felt like an old friend, a man called Sheev."

"He invited me to join and stay in a town abandoned by this foreign land, dubbed Kijaro, and our ignorance to its history left our discovery of it awe inspiring. Sheev and I scoured through texts, finding this town once belonged to a vast Crownland, and then a nation called Najer. Right away, we began working repair the town, as time had not quite treated it with care. While we weren't caring for Kijaro, Sheev explored the nearby area, both finding Wobombi, and Hicto. Our isolation however persisted for days, but one fateful day, an individual clad in diamond arrived at the gates of Kijaro."

"What their intent was, we didn't know, but we equipped our iron gear and prepped for the worst. However, their intent we found was not conflict, but simply to learn who we were. Their name was Numachi Hitomi, Governess of Andammoka Province, a Najer they called themselves. Sheev, being the defaco leader of Kijaro at the time, led the conversation, explaining our intents in Kijaro were to simply peacefully thrive. Understanding we meant no harm I imagine, the governess extended a hand for us to join Najer, and to come to a national meeting held in a few days time in Wobombi. We accepted, and unknown to me, that would be the start of a path I could've never expected."

"Sheev and I embarked to the capital, approaching the halls of sandstone and wool, taken aback by the aqueduct that cut through the city. We approached the meeting hall, many Najer already gathered there, one draped in wanderers robes standing in the middle conversing with his fellow citizens. As the meeting went on, I learned this individual was the leader of Najer, the Emir Dmitro Von Sturgeon. He presented the happenings and plans of the nation, followed by asking each citizen if they'd like to take the floor, and have their thoughts represented to the nation. He gave ample time to each of us, and remained respectful of what we had to say, so that among other reasons prompted me to say and claim the title of a Najer."