Name: Nathan Telluride
World: Balmung
Character main class/job/role (Optional): Bard by profession, job and nature
Cards (recommended): The Fool, The World
Reason for Card choice (recommended):
Fool: Nathan doesn't choose destinations. His feet just point at the rise of each day, and he goes where they are pointed... as long as they'll lead him to somewhere he can sleep, play a few tunes, and take in the local beauties and the local drinks. This means he sometimes runs into wonderful people and the most stirring of adventures, and sometimes, he's huddling in a tent with only a fireshard, his lute and a flask to get him through the night. But he gets up all the same, greets the sun, and seeks the next gig. What better Fool than an itinerant bard?
The World: The same bard that seems like a wandering, musical hobo to you may know more than you think. He's seen the sun rise and rain fall in more places than most people know exist, and he picks up stories, bits of knowledge and wisdom everywhere. Who's going to tell your tale when it's complete? When heroes breathe their last breaths, who is it that spreads word of their glories and deeds, and cements their place in the history, legend and culture of the World? It's that bard. When your path is done, he picks it up, and shows it anew to another generation, until your deeds and your glories are as much a part of the World around as are the stars, the mountains, and the soil underfoot.
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World: Balmung
Character main class/job/role (Optional): Bard by profession, job and nature
Cards (recommended): The Fool, The World
Reason for Card choice (recommended):
Fool: Nathan doesn't choose destinations. His feet just point at the rise of each day, and he goes where they are pointed... as long as they'll lead him to somewhere he can sleep, play a few tunes, and take in the local beauties and the local drinks. This means he sometimes runs into wonderful people and the most stirring of adventures, and sometimes, he's huddling in a tent with only a fireshard, his lute and a flask to get him through the night. But he gets up all the same, greets the sun, and seeks the next gig. What better Fool than an itinerant bard?
The World: The same bard that seems like a wandering, musical hobo to you may know more than you think. He's seen the sun rise and rain fall in more places than most people know exist, and he picks up stories, bits of knowledge and wisdom everywhere. Who's going to tell your tale when it's complete? When heroes breathe their last breaths, who is it that spreads word of their glories and deeds, and cements their place in the history, legend and culture of the World? It's that bard. When your path is done, he picks it up, and shows it anew to another generation, until your deeds and your glories are as much a part of the World around as are the stars, the mountains, and the soil underfoot.
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"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."