Drum Bota

I am Drum.
Drum Bota.

I am of a small Bonuwat clan – fishermen, traders and explorers, we are lovers of Shimye-Magalla, god of nature and freedom. We mastered the art of the boat, and the language of the skies, and learned to commune with the powers of nature. My clansmen have long lived the coasts of these lands, spreading their divine knowledge and bringing songs and tales of the wondrous places they’d seen.

But not all Bonuwat value freedom as we do and value gold over life, and take their own kind to be sold into slavery. Soon, there were few of us left. And soon, I too was taken by these traitors, beaten and thrown into a pirate ship. But my soul called to the winds and the lightning, and the grace of Shimye-Magalla broke my chains.

The traitors… I am not even fully human and I would never treat the Bonuwat this way. I cannot end their miserable existence now, but by the grace of Shimye-Magalla I will come back one day with an army of free men to end their slaving ways.

Though my tribe’s way of life is dead, I have since searched town and ruin for the stories of my ancestors
and the word of Shimye-Magalla. I am in the Shackles to meet a man who has a map of Ghol-Gan
ruins built thousands of years ago, but I’m afraid times change and rum has gotten stronger…

– Raul Grell (Drum Bota)