Earnas von Kardiz

Your typical bard who ensures he's loved by everyone in order to get rides to the Elven capital. All the while biding his time learning the secrets of the Whispering College to assassinate a very specific Elven noble.

Gender: Male

Appearance

Mentality

Personal history

There once was an honest man who took pride in honest work. With a smile that blinded the sun and charm to dazzle a succubus, it was only natural he would garner the eyes of the young maidens, both daughters of men and elven alike. It was such when one particular maiden, freshly come of age from the high houses, heard her home tongue being spoken by a man and followed it like a moth to a flame. He was worldly and knowledgeable of the land, so with her mind not yet dulled by her loins, she tested the man's merit with a twisted truth of a rumor to see how he would react. It wasn't a surprise that he knew of which rumor she spoke, though a pleasant surprise that he knew her by name as the first daughter of her house from merely the crest she wore and paid the expected pleasantries. Shocked would be next as he gently corrected her in the presence of others, then gifted her a small token. It wasn't an apology for himself, you see, but one so that she did not take sleight with the poor fool her had provided her with false information.

It is not an uncommon tale of elvenfolk falling for man in what would always prove to be a tragic tale of loss for the long lived. This one in particular, however, was short lived even by the standards of man. Her house tolerated no such relationship and when her father, one of the more respected of the houses in the capital, heard of the fruit the relationship bared, he took drastic action. The honest merchant's livelihood was razed and the proverbial salt sworn into any future endeavors to support himself. Even his fair maiden stolen from him back to the capital leaving him alone with the fruit she bore as his only memory. Strife turned to desperation and desperation to banditry...but that work is short lived for such an honest man.

Now as you may have guessed, that was merely a preamble for the fruit born of the naively optimistic relationship, but I assure you a necessary one. When the honest man was felled, the fruit began to rot deep inside and when rumor reached his ears of the fair maiden's life stolen by her own hand, the beautifully skinned fruit became poisonous. He smiled his father's smile and batted his mother's eyes in order to gain what information he could to further his goal of reaching the elven capital.

Education

Music was something people loved and taverns were a harbor for information, so it was only natural he would learn a few words of magic and blend them with song to get the information he sook. In what he saw as a bizarre turn of events, one had swooned him into their palm and cut away at the fruit's skin until the found the rotten core and invited him to a secret college in order to further his goals, as well as the college's own. Lacking in any formal education, he attended and drank deep from the studies, having gained a fraction of his mother's intelligence.

The rotten fruit was a natural at acting and was trained to use that talent to impersonate others. Use his ability to hide his rotten core to change his beautiful skin like a reptile and infiltrate any manner of society necessary for the task at hand. To improve his magic through song, but to specialize in the power of the spoken word through stories and fanciful tales that could empower or inhibit any who listened. Perhaps most importantly, they taught him the power of subverting order with organized and directed chaos.

Employment

As a wandering entrepreneur of the arts, his most recent persona gained as much income through song and tale as it did through selling the likes of dragon's scales and wyrm hides.

Failures & Embarrassments

In his lustful endeavors, this rotten fruit inadvertently drew a young elven girl in training into his adventures. Being young in elven years, albeit older than him, and inexperienced in the world outside her home town, the half-breed known as Abernathy took personal responsibility for her safety. However he failed his ward when she suffered a fatal wound at the hands of a white dragon. Despite the barrier he tries to keep between his core self and his alternate personas, failing to protect her cut him deep. A wound only wine and ale could mend.

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Known Languages

Common, Elvish, Gnomish

Personality

Motivation

Seeks to make his way to the Elven capital by traveling with any group that heads in that direction in order to kill his grandfather, a high-elf of not-insignificant status within the magically warded city.

Quotes & Catchphrases

"Busking? BUSKING?! How dare they accuse me of being a mere busker!" - Stated while looking at a warrant for his arrest with a rather impressive list of crimes.

Vices & Personality flaws

The vices of women and drink are typical of one of Abernathy's profession and were initially feigned. Too much time in the persona drove their roots deeper and when he activated a cursed well in what he thought was harmless distraction, turned to addictions that gripped his core. While the recent loss of an elven ward has resolved half of the curse, it has only caused him to dip deeper into his flagon.

Hygiene

As his Abernathy persona he deserves only the finest linen sheets and feather mattresses. Always dressed to impress with impeccable hygine. In reality he would sleep in a pig trough impersonating a beggar if it would get him to his target.

The major events and journals in Earnas's history, from the beginning to today.

The list of amazing people following the adventures of Earnas.