You’ve always been a rake and a rambler, enjoying the open road and never staying too long in one spot. A year or two isn’t that long when you take into account that you’re an elf.
Fifteen years ago you found a kindred spirit in a ranger/undead hunter by the name of Balakarde. He obviously felt a connection as well, since though he was usually a loner, he accepted you as a traveling partner, and promised to teach you the trade when “you were ready.” Together you rode across a wide stretch of Oerth, helping undead to move on to the next world, and damsels enjoy a little more of this one.
Though these few years were a very small span in your life, they had a great deal of influence on you. You chronicled much of your travels together and today many of your stories and songs are based on these adventures. This and your dark demeanor are the reasons you are considered one of the best “ghost story” bards around.
Ten years ago, you were enjoying the nightlife in Greyhawk, when he came to you and told you that he had to make a trip north. He explained that he would be traveling with an old colleague, who was a little paranoid, even if rightfully so. He would not tolerate strangers, and this meant you. Balakarde promised that he would return within a few months and that this would be the time to begin your training.
You waited six months with no word. You waited a year when your money ran out and you had to move on. You assume Balakarde is dead or worse based on his profession. (Today, he would be an old man.)
Lately (the last few years) you’ve fallen on hard times and can hardly believe the circumstances you find yourself in. You’ve hired yourself at a brothel / gambling den / freak show known as The Emporium in a little mud hole of a town called Diamond Lake. You keep reminding yourself that a man’s got to eat.
You would have left some time ago had you not befriended one of the freaks at the sideshow, the “demon boy” known as Sif. He is one of those kindred spirits that may have a good heart, but also endued with a since of mischief that keeps life interesting.
That doesn’t mean you and Sif haven’t discussed leaving town together. You’ve both recently agreed that a little adventure is in order. You’ve been saving your money as best you can when you hear of an opportunity. Three adventurers from Greyhawk have just arrived in town with plans to scout out a local cairn. Perhaps they could use a couple of resourceful types such as you.
You head for the Feral Dog hoping for find them there. With your charm the Sif’s uhhhh…his uhhhh… You’ll do all the talking…
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