THE SLIP ~
NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 500+ SPECIES. High Elvhen FACTION. Thieves Guild & Nightingale OCCUPATION. Bard
Some days you think you weren’t meant to be born amongst the Elvhen. Never in a hurry, always willing to ignore you, but it wasn’t your fault you were blessed with a power. You were born to captivate audiences, and in the mortal realm, it was all too easy. You loved floating through Taravell, and sometimes that got you in trouble, but you could talk your way out of anything and everything. It helped that everyone had to listen to you, but you’d lick your wounds and head back to Avalon to those you’d left behind. They always waited because they knew you’d always return, and if anything, you were a creature of habit. You became a thief, a Nightingale, someone that could sit in a tavern and get as much info as they desired. You could talk someone into a lull, but you also knew the benefit of being silent. Each time you leave the mortal realm, you count down the days until you can come back. You were bold once again, in Iskaldrik where you hadn’t been in decades. Normally, mortals stayed silent because of you – but not this time. You idly wondered if this would be a good story for your next tune, a massive civilization crashing down around you – but you were meant for the hearts of the people, not for the end of the world. So you packed your strings and went on your way; the refugees would need your good spirits.
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TQH: Troupe 1 - Refugee ABILITY: Narcissism: when speaking, no one can talk over them.
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