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/ Autumn
Basilisk Isle is in the season of Autumn. Farmers and Orchards owners are in the height of business and the animals are starting to wind down for Winter.
/ The Story
The Age of Shining has long passed since the Mage has hid and given up the land to Kings and Queens. Now the High King rules over Basilisk Isle and is ignoring the old ways. The land is dying as are his people and the High King cares not. Now we are entering into the 1st Year of the Fatal Century.
Now everyone is waiting for the legend to come true. Will the rightful High King sit on his throne and will the Age of Renewed Shining come?
the greenman bard « Thread Started on Mar 9, 2009, 8:47pm »
Name-; Kindauro=(Male Child of The Light) DeLaTerra=(Of The Earth) Nickname; he always goes by and is known by; the green man bard or simply the green bard Age physical early to mid twenties, chronological early 200’s Gender-male Class (ex. job)-; bard Race; elf Kingdom Alliance; any that is at peace none that are at war Appearance; The best of the masculine traits in appearance of the elves of the four first kingdoms Age; physical early to mid twenties, chronological early 200’s ages one year every 10 Skin color; tanned light golden copper Height; 6’4 Weight; 180lbs Frame; slender but muscular (cat like) Race; elf (one of each great parent from one of the four first kingdoms) Eye color; chestnut brown w/ moss green flecks Hair; Head; shoulder length windblown wavy golden ember Facial; tight trimmed shaped full beard and mustache, bronze ember Body; fine golden ember How does char. Dress; (type of clothing and color); Dark brown leather moccasin boots Dark brown Tights Dark green marbled w/ brown jerkin shirt Molted green traveling cloak When ever in public wears a green man mask that covers all but his mouth and eyes Animal companions; no regular companions but all animal seam to be drawn to him mostly when he is singing Current residence; travels where the wind leads him but will only perform where there is peace
--Gifts/Abilities-- Abilities- secretly spy, scout, information thief, the rare magic user bard his songs are his spells can befriend most animals wild or domestic and they will do as he asked. Weapons- song magic quarter staff dagger Instruments ;Lute, Shepard harp, Pan pipes, Flute, Singing crystals Weaknesses- his own negative emotions
--Personal-- Personality- appearance happy and upbeat always has a song on his lips and in his heart but on the inside brooding and a loner because of something that he cant remember but thinks he should there is something about him once you meet him you just cant forget him a great willingness to help others in a righteous goal good things just seam to happen with plants and animals when he is around
History- one of each great parent from one of the four first kingdoms he seams to be the best of all four each taught him their race ways, history, music and magic one day he emerged out of the forest singing birds flying around him and the creatures of the forest following behind till he stopped singing and they scattered back into the underbrush. Animal companions; no regular companions but all animal seam to be drawn to him mostly when he is singing Current residence; travels where the wind leads him but will only perform where there is peace
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Pictures (if you want)- Character Introduction- The inn was the usual mix of patrons and those who were passing through the smells of meat and bread permeated the air, the sun was just setting the sounds of the day giving way to the sounds of the night but tonight there was something different on the air at first just a faint sound like the distant sound of water going over a falls as it grew it became recognizable as singing as the singing grew load the noises of the tavern grew fainter.
Several of the inn occupants and the inn keeper were drawn outside by the desirer to better hear the singing. Emerging from the inn they saw the source of the singing, a bard slowing strolling from out of the forest into the taverns clearing as if he were walking through a fair ground.
he seamed to be part of the forest itself taken the form of a man he was dressed in browns and greens strumming a lute of highly polished wood song birds of all kinds perched on this shoulders, arms, and head and flew around him their chirping in time and harmony to his song. The people from the inn were amazed, awed, and frightened all at once.
Who and what was this masked bard that the very birds of the air where charmed by his singing and joined him with their songs till he stopped singing and they scattered back into the underbrush in a flurry of activity.
By his general build and the ears that showed beyond the green man mask that concealed all but his mouth and eyes it was clear he was an elf, but his voice was more true and clear than any voice they had heard before.
“Bard,” a man from the crowd shouted at him “never before have we heard such singing by what name do you go.”
The answer just added to his mystery “Call me green man” his voice the same mellow tenor in speech as song.”
“Well then green man come inside,” Called the innkeeper as he walk up to him and patted the bard on the shoulder and sing for us, and your pay shall be a meal, drink, and a bed for the night.”
“Then I should be started for my pay is great and it will take me time to earn it.” As he walked toward and into the inn he again strummed on his lute a different tune humming as he went the other joining in until as he entered saw two off the patrons fighting his lute and voice fell silent the innkeeper shouted to the men you two stop that fight or I’ll throw you both out myself I’ll not have this fine bard singing marred by you donkey braying.” then said to the bard “Excuse them sir bard now come and sing.”
The bard began to sing and move through the crowd strumming a familiar tune taking two steps up the stairs that lead to the second floor he became to sing and with in a single verse all in the tavern had joined in.