Born in the Bleeding Hills, Rhasta was just a hungry youngling when picked up by a travelling con man. For two pins of copper, the old con man would tell your destiny. For three, he would castrate your pig, for five, he would circumcise your sons. For a good meal, he would put on his shaman garb, read from his primeval books, and lay a curse upon your enemies. His weird new youngling, part hill troll, part…something else, worked as subordinate and lent an air of the unusual to the con man’s trade. Always one-step ahead of deceived customers, one town ahead of a chasing patronage, the two trekked across the blighted lands until one day the con man realized that the little youngling could actually do what he only pretended at. His ward had a gift – a gift that customers valued. Therefore, the youngling Rhasta was forced before the crowds, and the trade-name Shadow Shaman was born. The two carried on from town to town, conjuring for money as Shadow Shaman’s reputation grew.