Itzelcoatl - Aztec Windspeaker

Itzelcoatl’s Story

Born into the Nuqanchik tribe of “Greeting to the Sun,” Itzelcoatl’s early years were spent in the dense jungles of Pacha, a land of towering mountains, active volcanoes, and winding rivers. His tribe, proud and ancient, lived by a strict but nurturing social structure that honored the gods through rituals, the guidance of their Akllasqa leaders, and a deep connection to the land and its creatures.

At the age of five, disaster struck. A group of Pharic slavers, arriving with large sailing ships, raided his tribe. The Nuqanchik fought valiantly, but the slavers overwhelmed them. In the chaos of the attack, Itzelcoatl was separated from his people and fled into the jungle. For days, he wandered, lost and terrified. When he finally found his way back to the tribe’s encampment, it was a scene of devastation: the camp was abandoned, plundered, and stained with the blood of the fallen. Crushed by despair and overwhelmed by grief, Itzelcoatl lay down among the wreckage, ready to die.

But fate had other plans.

That night, as he wept under the moonlight, the camp was scavenged by a group of Kobolts, dark green-scaled creatures from the Undertempel Clan. Though they took what they could, they saw the crying child and took pity on him. They had no reason to care for him, but in the heart of the jungle, there was little mercy. The Kobolts raised him as one of their own, offering him sanctuary within their abandoned temple, a lost Askari (Rumi Runa) site buried deep within the jungle.

The Kobolts lived in the tunnels beneath the temple, an old and overgrown place. Itzelcoatl grew among them, learning their ways and customs, far removed from his original tribe. As he matured and grown to approximate size of a grown Kobolt, the Kobolts initiated him into adulthood, performing their “Ritual of Grown-ups Watching the Green Light”. The ritual was simple: kneel before a statue of an ancient Rumi Runa, holding a green crystal, and wait through the night. Normally Nothing ever happened — until this night when the moon reached its peak.

In an unforeseen event, a violent wind swept through the ritual site, and a lightning bolt struck the crystal, searing through Itzelcoatl’s chest. The green light vanished, and something changed within him. He was granted the powers to shift into animals and command the wind and storm, abilities that shook the Kobolts to their core. They were astounded. The crystal had always been the source of their transition from childhood to adulthood, and now it was dim and lifeless.

Legend among the Kobolts has it only one other of them had experienced something like this — Wildspeaker Thunderclaw Stormsrage, a legend from the past. Years ago, The (later self-pronounced Wildspeaker) had undergone the same ritual, and soon after, he embarked on a quest to find a sky serpent, a wise and mystical beast, to restore the light. After returning, he spoke raw power into the crystal, only to leave once again, transforming into a small flying serpent.

The Kobolts, now desperate, sent Itzelcoatl on the same journey: to restore the green light. His path could lead him to the sky serpents or to the legendary Wildspeaker. Either way, the fate of the clan depended on him.

But Itzelcoatl, unprepared and naive, was not ready for the challenges of the world beyond the Kobolts clan terretory. He was half-starved, wounded, and barely surviving when he was found by another Nuqanchik tribe. They took him in, though his time among the Kobolts had left him alienated from his own people. The tribe incorporated him as a Michina, a member who had not yet passed the rite of initiation.

Now, Itzelcoatl stands at a crossroads. His heart pulls him toward the Kobolts, where his destiny lies in the restoration of the crystal, but the world he once knew as a child is so distant. He struggles with his place in both the Nuqanchik culture and the Kobolt tribe, constantly at odds with the divides of his past.

Can he reconcile these two worlds? Can he fulfill his obligations to the Kobolts and the Nuqanchik? Or will the weight of his responsibilities tear him apart, leaving him a lost soul between worlds?

Ancestry: Human
Class: Stormshifter
Lvl: 1

STR:  0 ↓ 
DEX:  2   🗝️
INT: -1
WIL:  2 ↑ 🗝️

HP: 13/13
Hit Die: 1d8/1d8
Speed: 6
Wounds: 0/6
Condition: -

Armor: 5

Init: 3

 0 Arcana
 0 Examination
 3 Finesse
 3 Influence
 3 Insight
 0 Lore
 1 Might
 4 Naturecraft
 4 Perception
 5 Stealth