>>6088829>>6088676He is only a child, but when he speaks all are silent. He knows things he shouldn't - names, tales, songs. Rumours have swirled since he first spoke that there was something odd about him. Perhaps a demon speaks in his head - perhaps he was born mad, or his mother lay with a witch-man. The shamans, looking on the boy-foal now as he stands silhouetted in the thunderous downpour, swathed in black smoke and white steam, know he is more than this. He is a khitar - an incarnation. The soul of a great ancestor is given flesh again in him - some saint or demi-god reborn to the world to guide. To bring glory and calamity.
Still - he is only a boy. His instincts are great, and in time his skill in arts seen and unseen could shake the stars from their perches, but for now he has much to learn. You do not even know who he is - which ancestor. His presence alone is enough to animate the clan with great purpose - an incarnate khitar is a terrible wonder, and there is much to be done.
The monks of the mountains know one path - among them there are other khitar, ancient sages moving from body to body like raindrops along a bowstring. You might seek their aid - it has been done before, though the journey into the mountains is a hard one. The wild ice-tribes of the far north, who feast on the flesh of men, know more than any of your own centaurish lore - they might teach a khitar his name, and encourage all the world-breaking fury of his nature. The dancing wind-snakes of the sand offer, as always, a third course...
>To the mountains - the monks know the way of these things, and there is always plunder among their monasteries for those who do not fear heights.>To the icy northern deserts and forests - the wild folk may free the khitar's soul, and with it you might lay the world of slavers and spineless men to waste.>The desert sands sing upon ashen wind - make your own destiny, here - a sand devil is a great power in the world, but the incarnate may match one, and make a bargain.You could, of course, not pursue any of these paths.
>Let none taint him - he will grow and change as nature bids him, and you will hold fast to your home. 
