Playing a little ditty on a wooden flute, this youthful human with long blonde hair ornately topped with a stylish Blue beret. His lean frame sits on an ancient stone bench. A dirty leather satchel with a few weathered scrolls poking out lies next to him. You are a captivated by the glimmer of those deep emerald eyes as he looks directly at you.
A faint grin appears as he plays a little louder, knowing he has your attention.
If not for the dirty satchel, you might have mistaken the lad for a scion of an aristocrat family, or a young noble. The eccentric fancy cloth of a privileged spoiled upbringing makes sure he stands out from the crowd of passerby’s. An ornate rapier causally hangs off his hip.
He makes a point of releasing the bench from captivity seeing you approach closer. Standing up, his mystical sapphire fine silk cloak flutters as a small breeze catches the silver embroidered ends.
If you seem at all interested this flamboyant youth will strut over displaying a wide warm smile.
With a flashy wink and outstretch hand he will greet any just loud enough to catch all close to look slightly in that direction, “Well met traveller!” with a glance to ensure he caught the eye at least one other, In a louder than needed voice he proclaims “I’m Rothandar the 3”. “May I share a tale or perhaps play some of our local tunes of renown?”
Swizzel is a scoundrel, and con artist. Fast talking his way into just about anything that he feels can earn him a decent amount of coin. Not the violent type you might expect on the streets of Westgate, this Caer Callidyrr born youth is not interested in harming anything but the bloated purse of a foolish trader.
Raised by a family of performers, it didn’t take long to learn the trade. His good looks and guile earned him a modest reputation as a performer in his younger years. Portraying the various roles of heroes long past he was able to seemingly disguise his voice and appearance almost tricking the audience into believing he was the actual hero.
He spent his free time reading about the legends of the isle and the works of the Greater Bards to better learn the various thespian roles he would play out. Gaining access to the great libraries and courts was an easy task with a little deception making the guards actually believe he belonged there.
After one of his performances he was discussing the works of some of the Great Bards with a visiting merchant from Tethyr. He embellished just a little too much claiming he had some of the original works. The merchant asked to purchase one or two if he could bare to part with a sonnet of such renown. Remembering the piece he had read not that long ago he quickly went into action forging the work on a piece of parchment and soaking it some old tea water to give it the appearance of age. Taking the gold from the merchant seemed easy enough and soon decided he could repeat the process making forgeries in advance to sell in the market to visiting folk from far off places.
When he is not performing, he forges poems and sonnets from the Greater Bards of the isles as originals and with his smooth voice and ability to spin a believable tale he sells them to foreign traders thinking the odds of them finding out they are forgeries are slim to none.
Using various disguises he will do everything possible to make tracking him down as difficult as possible. It’s hardly worth the effort to find him over a few gold. He is a lad of wits and fast hands. He learned his natural glamour could unlock a wealth of freedoms and quick coin.
He has made Caer Callidyrr his home for now. The Forest Quarter and the Inn of the Blind Unicorn is his temporary place of residence. He also performs in The Dancing Dolphin. Caer Callidyrr, one of the most active trading cities and largest accessible ports of the island. The large port made it easy to find gullible buyers from afar to sell his forged literature along with entertaining the locals and travelers alike.
Although he enjoys the art of playing his flute and retelling the tales of adventure he would like, just once, to play the role of the hero he often dreams about himself being. The only thing keeping him from running off to seek out adventure is the fear of being consumed by the forces of Lady Erliza Daressin or becoming one of the stories of lost adventurers to the dark fey. His own cowardice is the only thing holding him back. Should the chance to explore and be a part of something grand should cross his path he will gladly join in.
Often following his own set of whimsical ideas, the only reliable thing about Swizzel is that he cannot be relied upon! He very much enjoys his own personal liberty and resents any sort of law or restrictions. Nothing is ever random and he has his own goals and aims and he will stick to them, even if they change regularly. “The world is a place of chaos and if you don’t adapt periodically it will swallow you”
He has accumulated a vast amount of knowledge of the history of the lands he calls home. His favorite tales are of Robyn and Tristan’s adventures to save the isles from the Darkwalker. For entertainment purposes he is well versed in his wooden flute and the lute which he saves for performing in various shows and taverns.
Though he understands the relationship between the Earthmother and the land he seldom pays it much due.
Swizzel rarely gives his real name to strangers he meets, preferring to leave that to the various preforming groups he occasionally attaches himself too, which see him as a modest and aspiring performer. He can learn to trust certain people but due to the nature of his business he prefers to keep part time forgery hobby to himself. Swizzel has never been in a fight in his life and is only real work with his rapier has been the stage combat he picked up in his youth. He will do his best to fast talk his way out of any sort of confrontation that might arise.
He has established a fair number of alias persona’s to go by when the need suits itself or an easy mark for a sale appears. When traveling the market he wear one of the numerous disguises he has developed and if he needs to make a rare get away he will use his magic to alter his appearance quickly and hide in plain sight.
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I'm responsible for the Magic Item "The Warhammer of Angus Talos" it has 300 charge and it takes 30 charge to cast a lightning bolt. I forgot to put safe guards against spiritual weapon and using all the charges at once. Long story short if you have a Tempest Cleric willing to do it, you're looking at 1,440 Lightning Damage. Not Good.
I am also creating the world of Ultradan. A world I hope to use in every campaign from here on out and maybe make a Module of. MAYBE.
An Assassin/Bard I had. Got the reputation of being death incarnate. Stone cold killer.
He never killed anyone. Ever. Not only that, he's actually afraid of the sight of blood. So how did he get the skills? He is REALLY good at hiding when shit gets rough, shows up to things when nobody https://vlc****/ expects him, has a "bad luck" quirk, and of course, can tell an EPIC story.
Playing a little ditty on a wooden flute, this youthful human with long blonde hair ornately topped with a stylish Blue beret. His lean frame sits on an ancient stone bench. A dirty leather satchel with a few weathered scrolls poking out lies next to him. You are a captivated by the glimmer of those deep emerald eyes as he looks directly at you.
A faint grin appears as he plays a little louder, knowing he has your attention.
If not for the dirty satchel, you might have mistaken the lad for a scion of an aristocrat family, or a young noble. The eccentric fancy cloth of a privileged spoiled upbringing makes sure he stands out from the crowd of passerby’s. An ornate rapier causally hangs off his hip.
He makes a point of releasing the bench from captivity seeing you approach closer. Standing up, his mystical sapphire fine silk cloak flutters as a small breeze catches the silver embroidered ends.
If you seem at all interested this flamboyant youth will strut over displaying a wide warm smile.
With a flashy wink and outstretch hand he will greet any just loud enough to catch all close to look slightly in that direction, “Well met traveller!” with a glance to ensure he caught the eye at least one other, In a louder than needed voice he proclaims “I’m Rothandar the 3”. “May I share a tale or perhaps play some of our local tunes of renown?”
Swizzel is a scoundrel, and con artist. Fast talking his way into just about anything that he feels can earn him a decent amount of coin. Not the violent type you might expect on the streets of Westgate, this Caer Callidyrr born youth is not interested in harming anything but the bloated purse of a foolish trader.
Raised by a family of performers, it didn’t take long to learn the trade. His good looks and guile earned him a modest reputation as a performer in his younger years. Portraying the various roles of heroes long past he was able to seemingly disguise his voice and appearance almost tricking the audience into believing he was the actual hero.
He spent his free time reading about the legends of the isle and the works of the Greater Bards to better learn the various thespian roles he would play out. Gaining access to the great libraries and courts was an easy task with a little deception making the guards actually believe he belonged there.
After one of his performances he was discussing the works of some of the Great Bards with a visiting merchant from Tethyr. He embellished just a little too much claiming he had some of the original works. The merchant asked to purchase one or two if he could bare to part with a sonnet of such renown. Remembering the piece he had read not that long ago he quickly went into action forging the work on a piece of parchment and soaking it some old tea water to give it the appearance of age. Taking the gold from the merchant seemed easy enough and soon decided he could repeat the process making forgeries in advance to sell in the market to visiting folk from far off places.
When he is not performing, he forges poems and sonnets from the Greater Bards of the isles as originals and with his smooth voice and ability to spin a believable tale he sells them to foreign traders thinking the odds of them finding out they are forgeries are slim to none.
Using various disguises he will do everything possible to make tracking him down as difficult as possible. It’s hardly worth the effort to find him over a few gold. He is a lad of wits and fast hands. He learned his natural glamour could unlock a wealth of freedoms and quick coin.
He has made Caer Callidyrr his home for now. The Forest Quarter and the Inn of the Blind Unicorn is his temporary place of residence. He also performs in The Dancing Dolphin. Caer Callidyrr, one of the most active trading cities and largest accessible ports of the island. The large port made it easy to find gullible buyers from afar to sell his forged literature along with entertaining the locals and travelers alike.
Although he enjoys the art of playing his flute and retelling the tales of adventure he would like, just once, to play the role of the hero he often dreams about himself being. The only thing keeping him from running off to seek out adventure is the fear of being consumed by the forces of Lady Erliza Daressin or becoming one of the stories of lost adventurers to the dark fey. His own cowardice is the only thing holding him back. Should the chance to explore and be a part of something grand should cross his path he will gladly join in.
Often following his own set of whimsical ideas, the only reliable thing about Swizzel is that he cannot be relied upon! He very much enjoys his own personal liberty and resents any sort of law or restrictions. Nothing is ever random and he has his own goals and aims and he will stick to them, even if they change regularly. “The world is a place of chaos and if you don’t adapt periodically it will swallow you”
He has accumulated a vast amount of knowledge of the history of the lands he calls home. His favorite tales are of Robyn and Tristan’s adventures to save the isles from the Darkwalker. For entertainment purposes he is well versed in his wooden flute and the lute which he saves for performing in various shows and taverns.
Though he understands the relationship between the Earthmother and the land he seldom pays it much due.
Swizzel rarely gives his real name to strangers he meets, preferring to leave that to the various preforming groups he occasionally attaches himself too, which see him as a modest and aspiring performer. He can learn to trust certain people but due to the nature of his business he prefers to keep part time forgery hobby to himself. Swizzel has never been in a fight in his life and is only real work with his rapier has been the stage combat he picked up in his youth. He will do his best to fast talk his way out of any sort of confrontation that might arise.
He has established a fair number of alias persona’s to go by when the need suits itself or an easy mark for a sale appears. When traveling the market he wear one of the numerous disguises he has developed and if he needs to make a rare get away he will use his magic to alter his appearance quickly and hide in plain sight.
JT " You will find that many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view."
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This was the bottom forum, bringing back to most recently updated for the memes
I'm responsible for the Magic Item "The Warhammer of Angus Talos" it has 300 charge and it takes 30 charge to cast a lightning bolt. I forgot to put safe guards against spiritual weapon and using all the charges at once. Long story short if you have a Tempest Cleric willing to do it, you're looking at 1,440 Lightning Damage. Not Good.
I am also creating the world of Ultradan. A world I hope to use in every campaign from here on out and maybe make a Module of. MAYBE.
An Assassin/Bard I had. Got the reputation of being death incarnate. Stone cold killer.
He never killed anyone. Ever. Not only that, he's actually afraid of the sight of blood. So how did he get the skills? He is REALLY good at hiding when shit gets rough, shows up to things when nobody https://vlc****/ expects him, has a "bad luck" quirk, and of course, can tell an EPIC story.