Victoria The Half Elf Bard

"Name's Victoria, or at least that's my human name. I was born in northern Aerenal in the port town of T'cha'lik (that roughly translates to Darkwood Port for those of you who don't speak Elven). I'm half-elven — not too many of us in Aerenal, but there are some; both of my parents were half-elves. T'cha'lik sports a decent number of us, more than any of the settlements further inland. Don't worry, we aren't considered pariahs there; most of us just have too much energy for our more somber brethren.

Both of my parents were entertainers, and not just of the mundane music-playing variety. They knew that music had magic in it, and they could charm an angry guard into letting them pass by unmolested or stop a rampaging bear cold with a lullaby. It's no surprise that I took after them.

I spent the first nineteen years of my life in T'cha'lik, watching the Last War along with just about everybody else. Fortunately, we never really got that involved; Aerenal was content to allow Khorvaire to have it's little spat without intervention. I can't say that I thought any differently, because I wasn't exactly in a hurry to go fight there. It didn't really have anything to do with me, after all.

Still, after the war was over, I was overcome with wanderlust. T'cha'lik had become dull, and I wanted to see the world. I wanted to travel all over Khorvaire and see what it had to offer. I decided to go to Valenar first, since I figured that it would be the most similar place to Aerenal and a good starting point.

I was wrong. Many of the Valenar were less than friendly, and some of them kept trying to pick fights with me. Worse, they treated anyone who wasn't a full-blooded elf as a second class citizen. Needless to say, I didn't spend long there.

Next, I traveled north to the Talenta Plains. I found the halflings to be a lot friendlier than the Valenar, for the most part. While I was passing through Gatherhold, they were holding some kind of festival, and I managed to make a decent bit of money there with my music.

Karrnath was next. The cities there reminded me of T'cha'lik, with their thriving trade and urban, upbeat feel. I almost hated to leave. Aundair and Breland were about the same, though Thrane was more uptight than the others — the Silver Flame has a lot of power there, and I nearly got into a fight because an overly-zealous asshole was abusing a warforged. I consider Thrane something of a one-night stand; I have no interest in going back.

These days, I'm still wandering. One day, if I can get a few people to travel with me, I'd like to go to some of the more dangerous places…maybe even Xen'drik one day. I hear that all kinds of ancient and valuable things can be found there, and the city of Stormreach doesn't sound so bad…"


Back to DnD Short Campaigns

Unless otherwise stated, the content of this page is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License