Tybalt Capulet

Somewhere Over The Mountains

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Alternatively, he could find the leader of this evil force and seduce him/her/it to the side of good.

@Not Fishing

I mean, that's the point of a bard, right?

Somewhere Over The Mountains

@AristoFair point. He's a fairly well-loved storyteller in his home region, and it's possible he's been heard of. Having a storyteller bard along is useful, though. Someone needs to recount the epic tale once they vanquish the plague or its source!

Somewhere Over The Mountains

@Not FishingMy dude Elodan is just after the stories to be heard and retold.

Somewhere Over The Mountains

Elodan Went

Name: Elodan Went
Archetype: Bard
Gender: Male
Age: 24

Appearance: Slightly below average height, with light skin and almost-white hair. Elodan is by no means fat, but what might be called "well-fed"- he rarely has trouble finding his next meal, which means he's healthier than most commoners. He dresses in durable traveling clothes of leather and canvas, with a somewhat-conspicuous blue-green hoodless cloak. Aside from his stiletto, he usually has at least his merlin and recorder pipe on hand, along with whatever instrument he is in the process of learning.

Appearance:

Personality:
Jovial, confident, light-hearted, but also quite competent. He generally puts forth a facade of good-natured cheer, but maintains a watchful eye and calculating mind beneath. Not someone to be ignored. Elodan puts a great deal of effort into making others underestimate him, though he can be as practical (and even, when called for, brutal) as anyone.
Backstory:
A long-time student of several great minstrels, Elodan is, at heart, a traveller and musician. He started off his life with very little, and found an apprenticeship with the legendary Gerhan Luteman when the older bard passed through his village. Elodan began following the bard as a way to improve his status in the world, and has since trained with two others, and learned such skills as story-telling, improvisation, and such instruments as the lute, mandola, recorder-pipe, and his favorite, the merlin.
Elodan was raised in a fairly typical rural forest town for most of his childhood, though he left the company of his father's people upon the death of his half-sister, whose specter haunts him still. At the age of fourteen, he ventured out into the urban world, where he trained for years on end as a bard, until eventually deciding that he would prefer to create stories of his own by traveling as widely as possible, that he might have the breadth of experience necessary to become one of the legends of bard-dom.

Strengths/Weaknesses:
+Talented musician and story teller, with knowledge of dozens of classic stories and songs.
+Congenial personality allows him to easily forge friendships and get away with some things he shouldn't be able to.
+Elodan is quick-witted enough to think his way out of most situations, and maintains careful vigilance at all times.
-Illiteracy, though not necessarily uncommon, is an unfortunate condition for a storyteller. Elodan must remember all stories he learns by rote memorization, as he can neither read nor write.
-Though he is otherwise talented, Elodan is nearly-useless in a fight. He carries a stiletto in a pocket in his sleeve, for emergencies, but nothing beyond that.
-In what is perhaps an ironic twist, for a schemer, Elodan trusts others quickly and easily. While this isn't inherently bad, it makes him an easy target for con artists.

Somewhere Over The Mountains

Elodan Went

Name: Elodan Went
Archetype: Bard
Gender: Male
Age: 24

Appearance: Slightly below average height, with light skin and almost-white hair. Elodan is by no means fat, but what might be called "well-fed"- he rarely has trouble finding his next meal, which means he's healthier than most commoners. He dresses in durable traveling clothes of leather and canvas, with a somewhat-conspicuous blue-green hoodless cloak. Aside from his stiletto, he usually has at least his merlin and recorder pipe on hand, along with whatever instrument he is in the process of learning.

Appearance:

Personality:
Jovial, confident, light-hearted, but also quite competent. He generally puts forth a facade of good-natured cheer, but maintains a watchful eye and calculating mind beneath. Not someone to be ignored. Elodan puts a great deal of effort into making others underestimate him, though he can be as practical (and even, when called for, brutal) as anyone.
Backstory:
A long-time student of several great minstrels, Elodan is, at heart, a traveller and musician. He started off his life with very little, and found an apprenticeship with the legendary Gerhan Luteman when the older bard passed through his village. Elodan began following the bard as a way to improve his status in the world, and has since trained with two others, and learned such skills as story-telling, improvisation, and such instruments as the lute, mandola, recorder-pipe, and his favorite, the merlin.
Elodan was raised in a fairly typical rural forest town for most of his childhood, though he left the company of his father's people upon the death of his half-sister, whose specter haunts him still. At the age of fourteen, he ventured out into the urban world, where he trained for years on end as a bard, until eventually deciding that he would prefer to create stories of his own by traveling as widely as possible, that he might have the breadth of experience necessary to become one of the legends of bard-dom.

Strengths/Weaknesses:
+Talented musician and story teller, with knowledge of dozens of classic stories and songs.
+Congenial personality allows him to easily forge friendships and get away with some things he shouldn't be able to.
+Elodan is quick-witted enough to think his way out of most situations, and maintains careful vigilance at all times.
-Illiteracy, though not necessarily uncommon, is an unfortunate condition for a storyteller. Elodan must remember all stories he learns by rote memorization, as he can neither read nor write.
-Though he is otherwise talented, Elodan is nearly-useless in a fight. He carries a stiletto in a pocket in his sleeve, for emergencies, but nothing beyond that.
-In what is perhaps an ironic twist, for a schemer, Elodan trusts others quickly and easily. While this isn't inherently bad, it makes him an easy target for con artists.

Somewhere Over The Mountains

Hmm. I'll slide a CS in here, see what the opinion on it is.

Somewhere Over The Mountains

Heyo! Y'all need a bard?

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Aster

Health: 1,500/1,500
Mana: 300/300
Renn: 827 (-5 for sandwich=822)

The arrival of the redhead was something of a surprise to Aster. A welcome one, sure, but a surprise all the same. She pondered quietly as the girl integrated herself into the group. Another girl was a benefit, for one thing. Whatever her skill was, she didn't have a sword on her, so she wouldn't overlap in her roles... Hmm. She was friendly enough, too. Chari... that was an odd name.

Aster realized as she sat that the conversation was flowing quickly around her, like a tide of ever-moving information that she was missing out on. She almost laughed audibly at the girl's forthright manner and immediate comebacks to Dubstepp. If she could keep up with that guy, she could keep up with anyone. Dub was probably the quickest-witted of the lot of them, and Chari was giving him a run for his money. Aster felt her stomach grumble, and, as a waiter stepped close while going past them, ordered a small sandwich, something she could eat neatly and quickly. Conversation was getting tiresome, and she was hoping that Alisea would still be up when she got back so that they could chat more calmly.

"I'll be on my way." She interrupted the conversation bluntly as she finished the small meal. "I'll see the rest of you tomorrow, I hope. And... you, I suppose." She directed the last comment to Chari, without any intentional malice, but with perhaps a bit too much offhand distaste. She chided herself as she slipped away. That was well done, Aster. C'mon, girl. No one here knows you from back home. You don't have to act like a stuck-up bitch any more. Some of these people even seem to like you, and now you're sabotaging it. Hopefully Alisea doesn't hear about it. Oh, god, Reylan probably think's I'm awful...

In the room

She reached the room that she shared with Alisea, her mind awash with increasingly-critical thoughts. Upon stepping into the darkened room, she strode adroitly through it, having memorized the layout the first day, thus making lights pointless. "Alisea?" she whispered. Nothing. She shook her head, smiling faintly to herself. The poor girl was apparently exhausted. As Aster opened her menu to disrobe, she saw from its faint glow that her friend was fast asleep. And...

Aster blushed so brightly that she was sure her cheeks were providing light themselves. Alisea had apparently unequipped her clothing before bed. That was... something. Aster paced uncomfortably for a couple moments, wishing that the game came with cheat codes. Finally, she did the same, figuring that embarrassment would keep her rooted in place and stop her from rolling around again, and that underwear must by their very nature be more comfortable than normal clothes. She slid carefully into the spacious bed, tucking the covers around her to keep herself still. The light of the menu shone faintly even now, and she closed it, like turning off a lamp, and somehow managed to drift fitfully to sleep. The dungeon was coming soon, the guild was growing... her dreams were vivid.

Alphabet Game

Quinn Kelly

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