The Suk
Craig McNamara


The Suk looks as normal as a man can look. His head is shorn close to the scalp and the hair could be any colour really. His skin is dark, but that could be a tan or natural colouration. He dresses uniformly in brown,. frequently in a well made but not ostentatious suit of studded leather armour and bears a war hammer and broadsword in preference.



The fellow in question is called the Sukisien (or “The Suk”) simply because he has changed his name so many times. He has been known as Chaing the Pirate, Han the Merchant, Pol the Locksmith, Ceasear the Scribe, and many more eclectic characters. In an epiphany, the Suk man realized that a name simply wasn’t important, just a term to identify one individual from another. Since, in point of fact, he was not looking to be identified at all, he found it prudent to frequently change his name and appearance when required (which was often).

            The Suk grew up in an ordinary Sukisien household, with numerous brothers and sisters, and an exaggerated sense of Tau. He would fight often over perceived slights and insults, especially ones directed at his family. His Grandmother would often regale him with tales of the horrors of Inzhari slavery, spinning tales of both torture and heroism, each designed to emphasize why family and community were so important. These stories led him to train in his various weapon skills, though he preferred using his head more then his hands.

            As he grew into his teenage years, the Suk discovered, to his surprise, a real talent: mis-direction. His tall tales were taken for truths. Friends and family could be subtly directed, depending on what he said or didn’t say. Strangers even more so. He studied with the family’s merchant connections, thinking to make his living, well, not lying to people, just convincing them his way was the correct way. His path was set, and though he was not exactly happy with it, that’s what life had given him.

            It was at this time that his Grandmother died. To the Suk’s surprise, her death hit him quite hard. Furthermore, while she had distributed her assets amongst the entire family, she had left the Suk her real treasure. As the Suk read through his Grandmothers extensive diary, a whole new world opened up for him; a whole new LIFE. His Grandmother had been one of the King’s top informants, even before the King had been born. Her life had been filled with sex and violence, intrigue and espionage. She had been almost directly responsible for the uprising and downfall of governments, of political placement and even assassination of prominent members of society, both here and afar. The final pages of the book were directed to him, and him alone.

            When he finished, he burned the book and left home, in secret, never to return.

            He found the fruit vendor, identified himself for the last time by his real name (he was 15 years old at the time), and started his real life’s work.

            He studied surreptitiously and diligently, learning the ways of perhaps the most secret of organizations. During his education, a realization came to him. Not suddenly, but gradually, as wisdom usually does. The world, even life itself, requires evil, just as it requires good. The underlying concept of Tau, which he fought so hard over as a child, applies all creatures, all things. Even if these things themselves don’t believe or understand, it still applies. There must be balance, just as there must be good, must be evil. If balance was tipped in favour of one extreme or the other, the fabric of reality itself could be undone!

Of course, he worked. He did as his tutors asked, applying and honing his skills. The Suk knew that great things would be asked of him; if not now, then in the future. The organization itself only asks great things of its members. There was no graduation, no time when one said that his schooling was done (for it would never be done). His tutors informed him this must be done, and he did it. His mentors told him to influence people, and he did. When he was told he possessed the talent to harness certain abilities,  he chose a Rune, and went about his duties.

To his great surprise, The Suk realized he had found the meaning in his life. While danger and deceit waited in every shadow, every uttered word; while a word or a kiss could crumble kingdoms and raise nations; the Suk loved every adrenaline-filled second, every heart-churning moment.

Now it looks like he’s gotten himself pretty deep. As deep, maybe as his Grandmother. But with a smile and a nod (and maybe a grimace of pain), the Suk can be counted on to do what must be done……..