Beyond the golden valley
and over the midnight sea
there lies a hidden fortress
made for you and me
When beginning meets the end
i will be waiting
lost and looking, you're old friend
ready to begin the ending
A song had been sung in the valley for years, and this sets the stage for two interesting characters to cross paths. A quiet place, the valley was always full of the gentle sounds of nature. That is, until the recen't blights that have befallen the land. It seems there was no end to the filth and rot that spread throughout. The plants came down with the black first, bending and wilting under the weight of the thick mucus. The stock took the knee next, muck heavy in their lungs. The farmers didn't know what to do but to turn tot heir resources and eat their beasts, blighted or not. It was then that it jumped to man. The children blowing it from their noses on their way to and from their schools. A community this small took ill quickly, and thus the blight took hold. The taverns business even felt the weight of the blight, bending under the pressure as did the stalks of corn in the fields. For one hiding Bard, this was a troublesome issue. No tavern goers means no coins, and thus it was easy to find and sing a sad song.
A song as old as the Valley itself, a song that spoke of how the day and the night fell in love and were seperated by the midnight darkness. The jealousy of the midnight sky taking the world and thrusting it into night. The only way to fight back was for day and night to create noon. The brightest part of the day where night tucked herself away and all the deep dark was taken from the land. Lately it felt there was no noon, no daylight, in The Valley. It was so oppressive, and it was felt in the Tavern music this night as Aaramis started slowly singing the tale he learned years ago. His eye trained on the table in the corner with a hooded figure.
ABOUT ARAMIS
ORIGINS & FAMILY:
Birth Name: Aramis
Nickname/Alternate name(s): Little Wind, Flutist, Veile
Reasoning behind Nickname/Alternate Name: When he was 6 years old he was conscripted into the child-elf-military and became a fighter. Years later, after the tender care of a healer/halfling, he turns to Bard-dom and becomes a bard. He enjoys his bard studies and loves deeply the ability to perform.
Age: 52 (Appears 30)
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Elf
Class: Bard (was previously a fighter)
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Background: The Entertainer
You thrive in front of an audience. You know how to entrance them, entertain them, and even inspire them. Your poetics can stir the hearts of those who hear you, awakening grief or joy, laughter or anger. Your music raises their spirits or captures their sorrow. Your dance steps captivate, your humor cuts to the quick. Whatever techniques you use, your art is your life.
Source: Player's Handbook
Place of birth: Baldur's Gate
Places lived since: Here and there; anywhere the child mercenaries sent him
Current Residence: Roaming
Parents’(or parental figure i.e. guardian, grandparent, foster parent etc.) names, backgrounds, occupations: Kizzy Spellbinder (best friend) healer who tended to him after child conscripment
Number of siblings: 3 adopted siblings
-Roma, Brass (earth)
-Nande, String (water)
-Enda, Percussion (fire)
Relationship with family (close, estranged): estranged, his siblings are dead
Happiest memory: Enjoying time in Kizzy’s home by the fire and eating soup while they spoke about the world and music, learning how to play the flute while he rested in bed
Childhood trauma (saddest memory): The death of his 3 adopted siblings in a great battle that gave him amnesia for 2 years that he is now recovered from. Now he suffers from PTSD dreams.
PHYSICAL
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 110lbs
Build (body type): lithe and thin, not meant for fighting anymore
Condition: Immortal
Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): One suffered from amnesia now cured
Hair color: Brown and blonde locks
Usual hair style: Brushed and long
Eye color: green brown
Light Crossbow
ranged weapon (simple, crossbow)
Category: Items
Damage: 1d8
Damage Type: Piercing
Item Rarity: Standard
Properties: Loading, Range, Two-Handed
Range: 80/320
Weight: 5
Longbow
ranged weapon (martial, bow)
Category: Items
Damage: 1d8
Damage Type: Piercing
Item Rarity: Standard
Properties: Ammunition, Heavy, Range, Two-Handed
Range: 150/600
Weight: 2
Greatsword
melee weapon (martial, sword)
Category: Items
Damage: 2d6
Damage Type: Slashing
Item Rarity: Standard
Properties: Heavy, Two-Handed
Weight: 6
A song had been sung in the valley for years, and this sets the stage for two interesting characters to cross paths. A quiet place, the valley was always full of the gentle sounds of nature. That is, until the recen't blights that have befallen the land. It seems there was no end to the filth and rot that spread throughout. The plants came down with the black first, bending and wilting under the weight of the thick mucus. The stock took the knee next, muck heavy in their lungs. The farmers didn't know what to do but to turn tot heir resources and eat their beasts, blighted or not. It was then that it jumped to man. The children blowing it from their noses on their way to and from their schools. A community this small took ill quickly, and thus the blight took hold. The taverns business even felt the weight of the blight, bending under the pressure as did the stalks of corn in the fields. For one hiding Bard, this was a troublesome issue. No tavern goers means no coins, and thus it was easy to find and sing a sad song.
A song as old as the Valley itself, a song that spoke of how the day and the night fell in love and were seperated by the midnight darkness. The jealousy of the midnight sky taking the world and thrusting it into night. The only way to fight back was for day and night to create noon. The brightest part of the day where night tucked herself away and all the deep dark was taken from the land. Lately it felt there was no noon, no daylight, in The Valley. It was so oppressive, and it was felt in the Tavern music this night as Aaramis started slowly singing the tale he learned years ago. His eye trained on the table in the corner with a hooded figure.
A song as old as the Valley itself, a song that spoke of how the day and the night fell in love and were seperated by the midnight darkness. The jealousy of the midnight sky taking the world and thrusting it into night. The only way to fight back was for day and night to create noon. The brightest part of the day where night tucked herself away and all the deep dark was taken from the land. Lately it felt there was no noon, no daylight, in The Valley. It was so oppressive, and it was felt in the Tavern music this night as Aaramis started slowly singing the tale he learned years ago. His eye trained on the table in the corner with a hooded figure.
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