Baja -
The marks on your left hand had always formed a sort of arrow, with a red dot to the upper right connected by lines to several of other colors across your palm. You had never thought deeply on its significance, as caught up as you were in the business of survival, and besides, it was often covered in dirt and grime. After your acceptance into the village, you had more time to ponder it, but little more success. Your mother had passed away by that time, and while many in the community (especially the warriors) had tattoos or brands, none were in such fine lines or such an odd place.
It was when you were mysteriously sent to see the Strange One - as they called the excentric shaman who made his home near the village - that you gained a clue, albiet an odd one. He had been making preperations for some sort of magic and asked you to give him your hands. Glancing at the tattoo, he seemed seized by a vision (or possibly just madness) and spoke in a language you did not understand. Recovering himself, he began rapidly making some changes in his preparations and spoke as if to a third person in an excited tone. "You want him sent away do you, and think to tell me where, eh? but he already has a map, he does, a map of where he wants to go, whether he knows he wants it or not! I'm a man of my word, but when I'm given a map I follow that map, not just send him willy nilly where you think he belongs. Doesn't deserve it anyway, deserves his map and his destiny!" Finished with his changes, he asked again for your hands, and sprinkled a fine powder on your left palm. Chanting softly, he suddenly pushed you backwards, and you fell... fell... down into darkness, awakening in a new place with a strange weakness in your bones. When you recovered, you found you were in a different land and also noticed that your tattoo had changed greatly - suddenly the red dot was in the middle of all the others, with lines going out like spokes from a wheel.
In the last year of your travels, you noticed that one of the spokes was much shorter, and the red dot was often very near to that other one. Remembering that the shaman had called it a map, you wondered if this meant you were near some place of importance, but remembering that the shaman was mad you doubted your ability to find or recognize it if you were... As it turned out, the realization was taken out of your hands. Traveling with a young noble you were to protect in a lawless area, you were set upon by strange men weilding black blades. Though you dispatched them without too much trouble, the few wounds they inflicted stung strangely, and it was after the dust had settled that you found yourself dazed and staggaring. Sinking to the ground you tried to tell your charge that you would just need to rest for a minute...
Tristan -
In your many travels, you had gotten the impression that the green dot in the center of your tattoo might be you. When you had to make a long journey, it would move relative to the other dots, and when you returned things would normally take on their normal configuration. But the other dots moved as well, and the distances involved were obviously great. When you left the mercanery company, you toyed with the idea of trying to use the tattoo to guide your travels, but when you managed to bring one of the other dots fairly nearby, it became obvious that whatever or whoever you were moving towards not only also moved itself, but was not large or obvious enough to know it when you found it.
In the end it was blind chance that made the connection. Traveling through a lawless area between towns, you heard sounds of battle and went to investigate. Arriving after everything was over, you found a strange scene - a hysterical young nobleman was tugging at the still form of an albino half orc surrounded by the thoroughly dead bodies of members of the black moon gang; an arrogent and foolishly flamboyant assassin's guild which may have just suffered an unacceptable setback.
