Still dashing after nearly four decades of touring, the witty and debonair bard continues to entertain nobles and peasants alike with story and song. He has left more than one woman heart-broken in his journeys and perhaps a few husbands as unwitting new father. A great source of news, he seems to know every rumor coursing through the subcontinent.

For nearly two score the now gray haired bard has travelled from tavern to inn to summer mansion in Azermathia entertaining crowds with classic tales of chivalry and debauchery.  And while he has entertained princes and merchant lords, kings and cattle barrens, his crowning moment may have been the tale of Three Sheepherder’s Daughters - a raunchy affair at best - that he told as one Midsummer’s Day festival at the Temple of the High Sun.  According to legend, the Holy Legion of Light flushed brighter than the moon sun.  The more noble the audience, the bawdier the tale, after all.

 

His famous handlebar mustache, soft baritone, and light dance steps have always made him a favorite with ladies high and low.  And while he has no children, the number of young been with his distinctive blue eyes in Azermathia is startling.  “A pure coincidence,” he would say.  Eminently like-able, even by new fathers, Errol seems to know everyone on the subcontinent.  More importantly, he seems to know a little bit about ever rumor from Warwick to Rathgar.  He’s happy to share, too, as long as you fill his mug with ale.

Age

Early 60's

Gender

Male

Eyes

Bright Blue

Hair

Dark Gray

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

White

Height

6 ft. 0 in.

Weight

180 lb.