PLAYER NAME: Zack Alesch
GENDER: Male
PRONOUNS: He/him
CLASS: Rogue
AGE: Old enough to know better
RACE: Human
OCCUPATION: Troubadour
APPEARANCE: Swash-buckling jester, spindly fella. Often paints his nose red.
KNOWN SKILLS: Whatever randomly makes for the best story at that exact moment (though mostly music-playing and storytelling)
BIRTHPLACE: Aldoria
Ye lords and ladies gathered here today,
this story is quite long and full of fire.
Some details will be tweaked to save on time
But still I swear these things did all transpire.
Though parted from the land where I was born,
My childhood home still bore its galant name.
That lively town is where I learned the ropes:
In New Aldoria I made my fame.
My parents wanted me to learn to count
But coins we lacked to pay the tutor’s fee.
And since I seemed to jabber all the time,
Twas with fine songs and stories they raised me.
We shall skip past the romance of my youth,
Though tragedy and laughter did abound.
Instead, I shall reveal why I did leave
To seek great tales whilst traveling around.
Mayhaps you have seen me brandish a blade,
A sabre with great tales of its own.
Twas granted to me on a stormy night,
Its former owner seeking to atone.
“I tire of killing, burning, taking coin”
Did sob the weary captain on that night.
“With sword in hand, I’ve done so many wrongs;
Won’t some soul take this blade to use for right?”
I paused my tune, much to the crowd’s chagrin.
“Your name is feared, oh sinker of the ships,
But if you speak in truth your dying wish,
This quest I shall accept ere your life slips”
His withered hand and bold eyes gripped me fierce.
Said he, “You are a fool in many ways,
But brave to take this old man at his word.
My sword is yours, to use for better days”
And so, my quest is set, the road is long,
To spread the songs and joy that make life true,
To wield a blade that stories call “Knightstar”,
Now I just need to learn to swing it too.