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Active Glenn Louvel

Zoslore

Survivor of Five Rivers


((Art by @pandushkie on Insta!))



Names: Glenn Louvel, Danny, Daniel Creedson
Titles: Second in Command
Nicknames: Glenn the Wren, Glenny, Bright-eye, Vard

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"Pfhh, you don't know /Glenn the Wren?/ Travellin bird and bard, ghost-slayer, witch-finder, adventurer of great repute?" - Maebh

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"This is what you hear in the tales!"
KEY INFORMATION

Status
: Recovering x2

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Sexuality:
"I'll 'ave to reject your advances, I'm married to my art, see."

Race: Human

Social Status: Lower Class

Profession: Bard

Current Home: Storm's Landing, Linistel, Eberlands

Frequents: Storms Landing & Eberlands

Quick Info:
A small and thin boy with curly brown hair, clutching a lute. His left eye carries a light blue hue, and scars mark the flesh, but the smile remains.

Currently: Learning and biding his time.


((Art by Magic Intern))


"You've never seen anyone this dashing."
PHYSIOLOGY

Build
: Skinny

Height: 5’8”

Weight: 120 lbs

Hair: Short, brown, and somewhat curly. More often than not it seems to stick up in several directions, giving him a semi-permanent bedhead. He makes an effort to keep it neatly brushed over his ears- he’s always thought they were a bit large.

Eyes: His right eye is green and round, usually shining with excitement. His left is an icy blue, Charity's own. The flesh around it carries scars from haphazard knife work.

Physical Features: A young man, his nose ever so slightly crooked. It's uncommon for him to be free of scuffs and scrapes from falling off of things and other "heroics." His face is round and his features are, too. His left shoulder is scarred- a faint, icy blue handprint covers it. The faint scars of fang marks are visible around his neck, usually carefully obscured by his shirt collar, and he's gained twin burn/arrow scars on his legs.

Signature Clothing: A well-kept doublet, worn over a tunic. His boots are cared for, if worn, and he maintains a habit of wearing gloves despite being further south.

Weaponry: A rather large knife from Doggett, carried in a little sheath at his belt. Worn with pride.

Inventory: Carries his lute in its case and a small coin purse. When roaming, he carries a small pack with rope, torches, and adventure snacks.

Hygiene: He's taken to more care in his appearance, of late.

Seen By Others As: The little bard




"My heroic personality."
QUALITIES AND FLAWS

Personality
:
While his jovial and loud personality hasn’t changed much, it’s visibly a front. Glenn makes a point to put on a show whenever others are around, especially crowds, and those close to him may note that he seems to suffer from memory issues. He tends to push his luck in all things, though his penchant for people-pleasing hasn’t vanished. He's prone to a temper on a good many subjects, now.

Strengths:
+Dedicated: Loyal beyond loyalty, Glenn dedicates his time and craft to those close to him. He’ll go to great lengths to assure the success of his friends, with his main function being to glorify those around him. He’s a massive people-pleaser, and his empathy allows him to cut to the core with some of his more biting comments.

+Cheerful: Glenn keeps up appearances, going out of his way to maintain a smile and joke with everyone in earshot. He prides himself in getting folks to loosen up and fancies himself quite the charmer, too. It’s rare for Glenn to hold a grudge or a sour mood for long- at least, that’s how it appears.
"He has to stay in the sewers, see. I get to be merry and drink and play and he has to spend the rest of his life knowing he failed to stop it."

+Driven: He pursues his craft and wishes aggressively, constantly pushing the limits of what all he can learn. Glenn will stick to his disjointed moral code to his dying breath, and holds his willpower close to his heart.

Weaknesses:
+Incredulous: Hallucinations, nightmares, voices- Glenn isn’t sure what’s real, anymore. Good things sour in the blink of an eye, and he takes a good deal of time to trust his eyes. He constantly needs to check in with his crew to ensure that what he's seeing is real.

+Dependant: He relies far too much on others, and takes every word straight to the heart. His confidence is constantly in flux due to the opinions of his crew.

+Spiteful: Will say and do horrible things when provoked. And sometimes when he isn’t. Just ask Gunter.

Fears:
+Spiders & Insects: Crawling on and under skin, the taste, tiny teeth- This fear is heavily rooted in past experiences.
“Get that bloody thing off of me!”

+Failure: It isn’t that he fears messing up- Glenn fears giving up. It’s the only way (in his eyes) that he could ever truly fail.
“Who’s the real fool- the Jester who dances, or the idiots who pay to laugh at him?”

+Restriction: In every sense of the word, Glenn is terrified of not being able to move, see, and speak.
“I have to be able to do something.”

Intelligence: Semi-Educated
He can read, write, and count- but cannot do maths very well.
His writing is moderately acceptable, mostly showcased in his composing.

Character’s soft spot:
+People who trust him
+Those of a nervous character

Values:
+Control: Glenn thrives when he perceives having control over a situation, especially when leading within the Misfits.

+Expression: He adores forms of art, and is set on learning as many as he can.

+Friends: Glenn couldn’t live without his crew- he dedicates everything to them, and they take care of him. It’s an even exchange, he reckons.

General Sociability:
Glenn is happiest at the center of attention, though he’s more honest to himself among his friends. Occasionally, he’ll get overwhelmed, and this is when he’s most likely to shift the spotlight to someone else. When speaking to folks one on one, all the bravado vanishes, and it is here that he’s at his worst.

Religion or Cults: N/A

Affiliations: The Merry Misfits

Alignment: Chaotic Good leaning Neutral

Motivation:
+Skill-seeker: Glenn is only happy when in the pursuit of a craft, be it music, language, or anything else that strikes his fancy. If he finds himself lacking a goal or a purpose, he quickly grows frustrated and restless.

+Fame: He wants his name to be known- it’s the whole reason he’s doing this, after all. Glenn is chasing fame and fortune, mostly to prove a point to a figure in his past.


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"Look at all my cool stuff!"
BELONGINGS

The Lost Lute - "Bertilda" II:
The second iteration of the busted lute he brought from home. Strung with new strings from his notable critic, Talos, and kept in a case for safety.
Water-warped and used as a bludgeon, Berty has reached the end of her days. She rests peacefully within the clubhouse, now.
"It's alright, Berty. Between the two of us, we can manage."


The Cloak - "Ol' Red": An oversized thing, and by far the best-taken care of in his belongings.
Ol' Red has gained a good few patches, becoming closer to "Ol' red, maroon, and other assorted hues."
"You and me, ol' red."


The Clear Lute - "Adelmar" I: A gift from Gunter, who spent a good chunk of his savings. It means a lot to Glenn- even if it's no Berty.
"There- you got a name now. Quit bringing me bad luck!"

((Source))

ADELMAR: Ancient Germanic, Portuguese
From the Germanic elements adal "noble" and mari "famous".

Doggett's Knife - "Andebert": Given to Glenn by Doggett, after singing the aptly named Doggett Song. Carefully named not long after.
Physical Description: A 6" curved knife with a full tang, made of steel.

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ANDEBERT: Ancient Germanic
From the Germanic element and "wrath, zeal" combined with beraht "bright".
"Really feels like somethin' from the stories, don't it?"

The Adventuring Lute - "Amalbert": Hand made by Bennett, this lute is known as the "adventure" lute and looks like it could be used as a bludgeoning weapon.
"Changin' hearts through my art- sometimes by force, with Amalbert!"

((Source))

AMALBERT: Ancient Germanic
Derived from the Germanic elements amal meaning "work, labour" and beraht meaning "bright."

The (F)lute - "Anatolius": Gifted to him by Florence, and treasured. He'll learn to play it, but it's going to be everyone else's problem first!
A standard-fare metal flute.

ANATOLIUS: Ancient Greek (Latinized)
From the Greek Ἀνατόλιος (Anatolios), derived from ἀνατολή (anatole) meaning "sunrise"



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"I'm good at most things, see?"
SKILLS

Singing
[ 5/10] - No more voice cracks. He's just glad to be able to sing at all, these days.

Lute [4/10] - He's improved a good deal with brute force and time, and the strings no longer snap under his touch.
Another few nat 20's and time, he's gaining a +3 to rolls on lute playing!

Flute [2.5/10] - Florence had taught him the basics, and he "quietly" continues to practice.

Adventuring + Finding Trouble [7/10] - He's usually able to find interesting things. Interesting things find him.

Medicine [4/10] - Isla has begun teaching Glenn first aid- he's also gained Lord Daeron as a teacher, now!

LANGUAGES:

Rede
: [2/10] - He's beginning to learn, from Matty, Isla, and Gunter.
Elvish: [1/10] - Maebh and Bennett taught him some "phrases." Marian fills in the gaps.
Common: [8/10] - His native tongue.


 
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Zoslore

Survivor of Five Rivers

((Art by yours truly!))

"Yeah, I'm kind of a big deal around here."
BARDIC ACCOMPLISHMENTS

"Oh! There once was a man named Doggett, forever a terrible shrew,
They called him a banker but /I/ called him a wanker, not that he ever knew!
One day when the shadows were longest, o' bravest Doggett went out;
While he might not yet be the strongest, his wit and humor were stout!
Twas' there in the palace he met his match, a foe no taller than he;
The man were a' tremblin' but to mine own awe, the fellow didn't flee!
The creature of shadow nipped at his heel, but clever, Doggett, was he-
For he took up a knife to defend his life and ne'r become its meal!
Oh! The man who's short in stature is never short in ire;
and in no time the creature was but kindling on the pyre!
Doggett, being a humble man, t'would deny it to this day-
But never let the man pretend! He did /not/ run away!"

"Maebh, the intrepid explorer,
She’s more than just a witch,
She’ll pluck the eyes of lesser men
And leave them in a ditch!

Her pupils like the palest bone,
Her wit as sharp as needles,
And if you scoff her knowing tone,
They’ll /never/ find your body!

Yes, the witch is ever sought,
For all her secret knowledge,
But beware! She’s not one to be bought,
She’s got their skulls within her cottage!

Maebh, the intrepid explorer,
Twas never one brave as she,
She’ll box your ears and scare you straight,
But adventure she’ll guarantee"

It was in dreary winter that she came, thy lady of the rain;
I would have kept her,
offered her shelter,
but she turned and went her way;
Lady of the rain, oh won’t you come again?
For my fields are parched
and my heart was scorched
ever since he took you away.
Well, she came to me in Evertree
with silver in her veins;
Her eyes told tales of southern gales
and the winds that blew her astray;
There never was a merry man that knew such hurt as she,
For of all the earthly pleasures,
there was none as missed as thee.’
I dreamed of you in autumn
and I dreamed of you in spring,
And as the first of frost unveiled
I saw you before me;
Her eyes were locked in clouds of dread
with ivory in her hair,
The silver blood of jealous men has spilled once everywhere.
Never had there ever been a man so bold as thee
To cut across the mortal share and steal her company,
You held her in your auburn lair as vengeance slowly grew,
And finally, as the summer fell,
her torment slaughtered you.

"It was late into the evening when they reached the sacred place-
the cathedral of the landing in all her beauty and her grace.
Within it played a poet, to his friends and very few;
But little did the spectators know, a looming figure grew."

"The doors flew open with a bang as thunder lit the sky,
and as the watchers turned and stared, what else should meet their eye?
An aged man in shrouded cloth, his face a grimy hue;
And a smaller figure cloaked in black who's face they'd never knew."

"Upon seeing there the poet, the smaller one approached,
and flashing him a pointed grin, a challenge he evoked.
'Sing a song to prove your worth and I shall share my name.
And if good poet, you should fail? You'll never find your fame.'"

"The poet was a stubborn man and caution never knew,
and so he played upon his lute- his fingers nearly flew.
He sang it in the hall of Gods and upon him they had smiled,
for from his bloodied lips the heartfelt melody soon spiraled."

"The minstrel there, he sang of rain, and the fellow who stole her away-
and as the ballad found its end, the watchers seemed to weigh.
But there, upon the creature's lips, a smile faintly played,
and turning to the poet, said,
"'I have found myself quite swayed.'"

"'A name you bought and a name you earn, for spinning such a yarn,'
And as you, gentle viewer, guess-
The creature's name was Karn."

There once was a knight in red and green, his eyes the hue of copper
He pledged an oath to serve his king, and sought the noble's daughter
The king there was a doubtful man and wished to prove his worth
And so he gave the man his task, though spoken with some mirth.

'Go slay a dragon in mine name and you might have your prize,'
But faltered as he saw the deep confusion in his eyes.
Much to the wonder of the court, the knight- he did not know,
And thus the king, he sighed and said, 'You face a mighty foe.
The dragons here, they hoard their gold and steal it from the nation-
They take the lives of lesser men to prove their higher station.'

The slow-witted knight considered long, his face a mask of thought,
and after a good moment said, 'Do these dragons harbor rot?
Do they sit upon their treasure, isolated and ensured?
Are their scales adorned in silver, all their comforts quite assured?'

"'Indeed!' the king exclaimed. 'At last you understand.
Now go and kill the blasted thing to meet my one demand.'
'Very well,' said the knight. 'I will kill this dreaded thing-
No longer will the people suffer under a vain and jealous king.'

The courtiers all gasped as one when the warrior drew his blade,
and on that winter night, a mighty history was made.
Now of course the merit of this tale belongs to you, the gentle viewer-
But beware the strength of tired men who seek oppressors for the skewer.

Lay with me, my lover, and I'll sing to you a song,
One that's carried by my heart and beats with hours long-
The melody, my revelry, which none can steal away;
It speaks for you the yearning of some ol' forgotten day,
I've bound for you my spirit and I've bound for you my tongue,
And in my case I've kept each solem poem, lute unstrung;
There's a darkness at the corners of my head now, oh my love,
And it's hardened up the callouses, the old marks under my gloves,
That darkness is a secret, but one that most folk knew,
You can't truly cage a songbird if the songbird never flew;

The darkness I call Theodoard, eight-eyed watcher of the night,
For at each other, long we stare, dark sockets meeting bright;
I'd battle it with valor but the creature knows their face,
It took upon their features, but it botched the detail's place;
Despite their rows of teeth my blade would still be stayed,
Cowardice, perhaps, I'd sooner let my skin be flayed;

Not every word's a eulogy, just most rhyme long' that way,
My Hearts write songs in color when the eyes show only grey;
Everyone's got blood to spill, but most keep it in their veins,
Sane folk find a one to love, and their bonds are bloody chains;
Call me a fool, my loves of mine, I'll bleed most any day,
For all you rotten, cursed souls- you keep my dark at bay.



Sang to [2] queens, [2] princes, and [1] princess
- Kamaoe clapped, that's impressive
- Queen Silveira asked for a copy of the lyrics, which is even more impressive
- Wilhelm paid him, and that makes him the best by default
- Moz counts. Don't argue this point with him.
- Azalea counts too.


Assorted Heroics:
-Heroically saved Maple from drowning
-Heroically broke his nose
-Earned the Greyling's name
-"Outsmarted" the Scarecrow
-Gained Charity's eye
-Shrewdly led Atrus to a den of vyres with Moz

Short Term Goals:
+Find a lute teacher
+Learn Rede (In progress)
+Learn Elvish (In progress)
+Study under Daeron (In progress)
+Find Vaeril


Long Term Goals:
+Easy- become the world's greatest bard.

Completed Goals:
- Sing to a Queen
-Repay Mathieu
-Repay Iskvandar

Other Content

[x]

Nat 1 Counter: 14
 
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Zoslore

Survivor of Five Rivers

"Notes and songs, the things I rhyme with.."
RELATIONS
Name - Association

Melodies
"Until the end of the line."

Maebh - Magic Intern - Witch, Adventure-Rich
"Compass. Second best bard, first best witch."
Maebh is Glenn's first real friend, and his lifeline for getting into places he shouldn't be. Her confidence in him has prompted him to reach further, and be bolder- She'll always be there, and so will he. To the end of the line.
Theme: [x]

Gunter Schmidt - Philipe - Retainer, Entertainer
"Reckon there won't be another like you. Good. Only want the one."
Gunter is Glenn's- well. They used to be rivals, but Glenn seems to be the only one who still cares about that. He may snark at him and poke fun, but he would cover for his friend in a heartbeat. After all- fistfights are for friends.
Theme: [x]

Kinsey - Fluffy Bristle - Girl, twirl
"No more bein' gloomsome."
He's still unsteady- but they're getting better. He'll keep his distance until he knows better.
Theme: [x]

Bennett - TheDeester - Lordling, Reforming
"I'll remind you it's worth it."
A rocky start to a sudden friendship- but Bennett has shown himself willing to put in the work to maintain him as an ally, and Glenn is nothing if not quick to forgive. He suspects that Bennett sees him as a bit of an idiot. That's okay- Bennett's the idiot who made him a lute for free. He'll try to be brave- stories remembered. No longer a burden.
Theme: [x]

Izhmoz - Tideborne - Please, Ease
"Rock in a storm, ear to a drunk. Like you a good deal. All heart, all brain."
For someone who talks far too much, it was high time someone taught Glenn that actions mean more than words. No one has been a bigger player in making him rethink poor choices- Moz has consistently shown himself to be a pillar of common sense and Glenn values his opinion greatly.
Theme: [x]

Folk Songs
"Heroes and Villians- I have to look up when I talk to you, even if some of you are short!"

Karn - ironassassin - Green, Keen
"Strict and seeking. I heard you when I was in the fog. Clears my mind."
He sees Karn as a sort of mentor, almost. An underground watcher- not quite an angel. Not quite a devil.

Lewis Doggett - Squidziod - Banker, Wanker
"Real upstandin' of you not to kill me twice, sir. That makes us best mates, reckon."
By any means necessary- so long as they're his own.

Sugar - Ruu Darling - Queen, serene
"Earned every ounce of my trust, then some. Owe you a lot."

Charity - Elz - Ice, Nice
"You gave me light back. I didn't deserve it, I wasn't honest. Now I just want to earn it."

Vaeril - Jstar - Large (heart), Charge
"You made temporary peace into a lifetime. A debt I can't repay. Doesn't mean I won't try."

Chords
"You've been at my side- besides, you know too much."

Isla - Fluffy Bristle - Aunt, Plant
"Missed you something awful. I've grown, though."

Maple - Opal - Hero, Stoic
"Proper hero, you are! I'll write that song."

Iskvandar - Vincentius - Renegade, Serenade
"We're square, see. Remember my name, and I'll remember yours."

Mourin - TidalTerror - Cheer, Dear (deer)
“You've got a spine, in there. Looking forward to seeing you use it!”

Taelin - Lillaxxx - Ghost, Boast
"We're an awful influence, but I like having you around."

Rolland - Sky_Crasheur - Knight, light
“Soulmate. I was looking for purpose, then you wandered in and dropped it in my lap. Thank you.”

Azalea Silveira - Sophe - Dreams, Seams
"Take care of Gunter for me- I'll repay you when I can."

Marian - mageaegis - Guilt, lilt
"We're square now, see. Not that we weren't. Besides. Got something to prove, at your side and mine."

Mathieu - BoredBrit - Patch, Match
"-You humor me. That's pretty fantastic- like you a lot."

Ingrid - Sophe - Stitches, Riches
"My second-worst first impression."


Clifford - Dragondusty - Nerves, Serves
"You're a proper pal. Ace."

Still Tuning
"Don't know you all that well, yet."

Wilhelm - Omen13 - Prince, mints
"I owed you a song. I guess it's too late, then."

Talos - FizzyDrinks - Patron, okay-one
"Once a critic, forever a critic!"

Fronslin - Fronslin - Mage, Page
"You're intimidating. Very much so."

Lana Wake - I am Wake - Kind, Mind
"Thank you for the tea- and for not asking about it. Means a lot."

Lady Milah - Jazzper - Scales, Pales
"And here I thought Fronslin was intimidating."

Candice Kane - Galaxy - Kane... hmph.
"Neutral ground."

Atrus - Squidziod - Press, Stress
"...You saved her, and me. Thanks for that- suppose you can stay around."

Lura - abirosse - Responcible, Impossible
"You ain't my ma! But thank you for the help. I guess."

Daeron - Jstar - Wise, Surmise
"Don't talk like you know me- even if you were right. It's a fluke, and I'll figure out the trick."

Gwen - abirosse - Sweet, Pleat
"Don't worry- I got this. You're gonna love it here, just watch."



Snapped Strings
"Avoided, for one reason or another."

Branko - Kostadim - Locust, Focus
"I know you. I'm not scared. I won't run."

Bok'ra - Retro Hagrid - Ruined.
"You were right. Maybe I am ruined, after all."

"Scarecrow" - Jase - Endure, impure
"You can't stop me."

Lady Illyrana - The Cartoon Witch - Eggshells, Grave's Bells
"No one deserves to live with that fear. Especially not my captain."

Andrew - Mr.Slime - Rude, Crude
"Two can play at that game."



Dad Counter: 4.5
Mom Counter: 3

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Sussurous

Survivor of Five Rivers
Values: "Art,"
Alignment: Chaotic
Short Term Goals: ...write the song

...Foxbells would like to know your location. She too likes "Art"
 

Zoslore

Survivor of Five Rivers
Values: "Art,"
Alignment: Chaotic
Short Term Goals: ...write the song

...Foxbells would like to know your location. She too likes "Art"
Follow the sound of shrill, off-key singing in the Landing.

I can dig it.
Doggett better watch his back, he's already in one ballad.

Also it's been an hour since I posted this and he already got in a fight over his terrible lack of talent.
 

FizzyDrinks

Villager
FizzyDrinks
FizzyDrinks
Follow the sound of shrill, off-key singing in the Landing.



Doggett better watch his back, he's already in one ballad.

Also it's been an hour since I posted this and he already got in a fight over his terrible lack of talent.
Was it a fight or....was it him punching a man made of steel?

ALSO I claim this child, am adopting him
 

Zoslore

Survivor of Five Rivers
Quick morning update because overnight Magic Intern gave me the cutest, greatest gift I could have asked for: Character art!



I've also finally transcribed my 1am song about Doggett and it is now in the "bardic accomplishments" folder!

"Oh! There once was a man named Doggett, forever a terrible shrew,
They called him a banker but /I/ called him a wanker, not that he ever knew!
One day when the shadows were longest, o' bravest Doggett went out;
While he might not yet be the strongest, but his wit and humor were stout!
Twas' there in the palace he met his match, a foe no taller than he;
The man were a' tremblin' but to mine own awe, the fellow didn't flee!
The creature of shadow nipped at his heel, but clever, Doggett, was he-
For he took up a knife to defend his life and ne'r become its meal!
Oh! The man who's short in stature is never short in ire;
and in no time the creature was but kindling on the pyre!
Doggett, being a humble man, t'would deny it to this day-
But never let the man pretend! He did /not/ run away!"
 
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Zoslore

Survivor of Five Rivers
"A little false encouragement, the harm they never knew;
O' pity to your foolish ears, the bard now sings for you!"


Somehow this boy has accomplished more in three days than I have in 19 years.

[Relations]
"I met an awful lot of folks and only two were awful,
the rest I can on great beside, and we rarely ever squabble."


+ Talos, the Critic
+Taelin, the Ghost
+Bennett, the Lordling
+Gunter, the Retainer
+Kinsey, the Bodyguard
+Maple, the Foolish
+Wilhelm, the Generous
+Sugar, the Gentle

[Belongings]
"The people, o' they love the songs, and come most every day
but by the leather on my boots- the bastards never pay!"


+ Fixed his lute, paid for by Maebh
+ She also charmed his cloak
+ New strings from Talos
+ A broken nose from Gunter
+Wilhelm's generous donation to the arts


[Accomplishments]
"The poet is a hero, aye, in case you didn't know,
He bravely saved a drowning girl, and has frightened every foe.
"

+Wrote a song and performed it for a queen
"She was quite impressed, you should have been there!"

+Saved Maple from drowning in Queensport
"No one ever has to know that I fell in there too."

+Earned the Greyling's name
"Reckon the Gods saw that one?"

+ New songs are under the cuts +

"Maebh, the intrepid explorer,
She’s more than just a witch,
She’ll pluck the eyes of lesser men
And leave them in a ditch!

Her pupils like the palest bone,
Her wit as sharp as needles,
And if you scoff her knowing tone,
They’ll /never/ find your body!

Yes, the witch is ever sought,
For all her secret knowledge,
But beware! She’s not one to be bought,
She’s got their skulls within her cottage!

Maebh, the intrepid explorer,
Twas never one brave as she,
She’ll box your ears and scare you straight,
But adventure she’ll guarantee"

It was in dreary winter that she came, thy lady of the rain;
I would have kept her,
offered her shelter,
but she turned and went her way;
Lady of the rain, oh won’t you come again?
For my fields are parched
and my heart was scorched
ever since he took you away.
Well, she came to me in Evertree
with silver in her veins;
Her eyes told tales of southern gales
and the winds that blew her astray;
There never was a merry man that knew such hurt as she,
For of all the earthly pleasures,
there was none as missed as thee.’
I dreamed of you in autumn
and I dreamed of you in spring,
And as the first of frost unveiled
I saw you before me;
Her eyes were locked in clouds of dread
with ivory in her hair,
The silver blood of jealous men has spilled once everywhere.
Never had there ever been a man so bold as thee
To cut across the mortal share and steal her company,
You held her in your auburn lair as vengeance slowly grew,
And finally, as the summer fell,
her torment slaughtered you.
 

Zoslore

Survivor of Five Rivers

"And if any of the people walkin' round on down,
Near the old Cathedral of the good Queen's town
should catch a note upon the breeze

the local minstrel plays with practiced ease."



Rumors of a scraggly group of kids within the cathedral of Queensport may yet be founded. Glenn finds a new home, new friends, and far more lutes than expected.
Nat 1 Counter: 7

[Relations]
"Beware now, gentle viewer as the Merry Misfits gain their start,
They're out to gain adventure, so guard your coin and mind your heart!"


Updated:
+Doggett
+Gunter
+Maebh
+Kinsey
+Bennett
+Isla

Added:
+Karn
+Branko

[Belongings]
"So many are quite generous, though some may wish me mute-
Mind the nature of your giving, though- I do not need another lute!"


Gained:
+The Adventuring Lute - "Amalbert"
+Doggett's Knife - "Andebert"
+The Clear Lute - "Adelmar" I

Lost:
+The Lost Lute - "Bertilda" II
Water-warped and used as a bludgeon, Berty has reached the end of her days. She rests peacefully within the clubhouse, now.

[Accomplishments]
"I'm quickly gaining improved skills, and you better watch your back!
This bard will soon surpass you all, my work won't ever lack!"


Skill Up!
+Lute
+Singing

New Song

"It was late into the evening when they reached the sacred place-
the cathedral of the landing in all her beauty and her grace.
Within it played a poet, to his friends and very few;
But little did the spectators know, a looming figure grew."

"The doors flew open with a bang as thunder lit the sky,
and as the watchers turned and stared, what else should meet their eye?
An aged man in shrouded cloth, his face a grimy hue;
And a smaller figure cloaked in black who's face they'd never knew."

"Upon seeing there the poet, the smaller one approached,
and flashing him a pointed grin, a challenge he evoked.
'Sing a song to prove your worth and I shall share my name.
And if good poet, you should fail? You'll never find your fame.'"

"The poet was a stubborn man and caution never knew,
and so he played upon his lute- his fingers nearly flew.
He sang it in the hall of Gods and upon him they had smiled,
for from his bloodied lips the heartfelt melody soon spiraled."

"The minstrel there, he sang of rain, and the fellow who stole her away-
and as the ballad found its end, the watchers seemed to weigh.
But there, upon the creature's lips, a smile faintly played,
and turning to the poet, said,
"'I have found myself quite swayed.'"

"'A name you bought and a name you earn, for spinning such a yarn,'
And as you, gentle viewer, guess-
The creature's name was Karn."


OOC Stuff: If you want a relation, just lemme know and I'll get you in there! I likely spend too long on these update posts but I love them. :>
Beyond that- thank you all for the warm reception this character has been getting! It's really brought back my interest in HW and I'm looking forward to serenading more folks with nat 1s.
 
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