Asura

Itiner: Heroes of Ardenfeld

I will be accepting all non-core books on a case-by-case basis. So what this means is if you use something from Volo’s or Xanathar’s you will have to ask if it’s okay to use that. Yes, this includes Unearthed Arcana which I distinctly abhor for personal reasons.

_{So sayeth TGM}

I can read. Which is why I asked.

Itiner: Heroes of Ardenfeld

Are we using the Feats from Tasha's Cauldron?

Itiner: Heroes of Ardenfeld

Outside of Ardenfeld sometimes being spelled Ardenfel that sheet looks pretty solid, as expected from an Asura CS. Could be interesting if we get along and there's no roadbumps. Quick question: I noticed you use "half-elf" as a race but your picture is more of a, well, catboy. Are you intending to use the half-elf stats for flavor while you write the character as a half-catperson IC? or am I dumb and its as simple as a tabaxi made a go at an elf tailor?

@TGM

Half-elf, half-catperson.

Itiner: Heroes of Ardenfeld

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Nathaniel Brightwood

Who I Am

Nathaniel is the quintessential bard: charming, eloquent, and always just a little dramatic. He believes in living life to its fullest and without regret, his formative experiences teaching him a painful lesson in its fragility and transience. Such a belief has led him to a life of hedonism, something he is rather unapologetic about, though he never allows himself to devolve into uncouth debauchery, if only out of pride. For all the stories and songs he espouses of great heroes and mighty triumphs, Nathan is something of a cynic. He understands how the world works in actuality, and that there are never enough heroes to rescue every backwater from every owlbear. Perhaps that is why he's dedicated his life to singing their graces—to uphold the illusion that help is always just a horizon away.

My Story

Nathaniel's birth was something of a scandal in Ardenfeld at the time—while most children in the town were born of couples from the town, only one of his counted themselves among the populace. His mother, Sabitha Brightwood, served as the local tailor, and his father had been a passing adventurer of some sort. To hear it told, his father had been a brave man, who had left his lover and son to continue on his heroic journeys, saving damsels and battling evil witches and all the other tales that were spun to keep curious children from ruminating too much on the circumstances of their birth, or why gossipy hens seemed to whisper whenever he wandered the village markets. In the hindsight of adulthood, Nathan realized the truth of the matter, that he was the product of a simple fling, but as a boy, the stories had inspired him. He loved them, loved telling them, and when he was big enough, he wanted to travel the world like his father did, and come back home with first hand accounts.

Unfortunately, fate had conspired to crush that dream, in a way. Ardenfeld fell, and with it, Nathaniel was left without a home. He was shuffled off, like so many other surviving children, to the orphanage at Sarinan. Like most, he did not adapt well. To have his world view so thoroughly shattered left him melancholy and despondent—what happened at Ardenfeld wasn't how the songs went. The bad guys were never meant to win. The heroes always came and put them down and the townsfolk would cheer. He spent most of his days moping about the premises, taking what little comfort he could in practicing with the lute he had received for his eighth birthday, something to occupy his mind.

That proved to be his salvation. During a paltry show of charity, the seneschal of the local lord noticed the boy plucking at his strings. The lord, as it was explained to him, had always been a patron of the arts, and kept his court well-staffed with musicians and storytellers. The tune Nathan had been diligently plucking away at since arriving at the orphanage was a favorite of the court, and perhaps out of pity or an eye for potential, the seneschal offered to let Nathaniel return to the court with him, that he may practice his skills in a more productive environment and make something of himself. While most joy had left his heart since, the opportunity to leave the oppressive atmosphere of the orphanage was more than enough for the young half-elf to agree.

From then forward, he lived as a courtier at the lord's pleasure, serenading knights and ladies-in-waiting alike, honing his craft over the years. He traveled from castle to castle with his lord, seeing the world and indulging in all its beauty. Until the tenth anniversary of the sacking.

Going Forward

As far as Nathaniel is concerned, he has already gone forward. He's filled the void left by the loss of his home with song and stories and women and the world. His desires remain rather ethereal, shifting to-and-fro with his whims, a never-ending string of distractions to keep himself from plunging back into the melancholy that permeated most of his early youth. The return to Ardenfeld is an event he had tried long and hard to push out of his mind, kicked further and further down the road until he could no longer avoid it. In truth, he almost decided not to return, to simply allow the others to imagine he had disappeared entirely. Ultimately, though, honor won out over reason. He had made a promise to return, so return he would, to prove to them all (and in actuality, himself) that the shadow of the tragedy no longer hung over him.

Dungeons & Dragons: Itiner -- 5E

I just like sorlocks.

Dungeons & Dragons: Itiner -- 5E

Oh hell yeah I'm in.

A Hero's Training!

yeah i've honestly been wondering too

Midnight Sun: Last Song Over the Horizon

Sirius Leverant

"They succeed in spite of their trying, then."

Sirius was quick to retort at the intruder to his reprieve. After all, she surely hadn't set off with the intention of gaining his ire, but her incessant giggling and airy demeanor had managed it all the same. The way she winked at him only stoked his anger all the more; had she really come all this way just to flirt with him and make vague innuendo? If he hadn't been in such a foul mood he might have admired the initiative. However, he had arrived at Taiyōtawa to dominate the rankings of the ICW course, not the first airheaded bimbo to come drifting his way after class. A firm rebuke was in order, to make this fact clear.

"We all have things we'd like to do," he mused coldly, "A tragedy that more often than not they don't come to pass."

Shin Megami Tensei: Persona

HOSHINO NORIAKI

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Even if the venture had done little to endear Nakano's perpetually sour self to him, at least Natsuhime seemed to come away from it happier. He half expected the former's fixation on the house to imply she too could see it in all it's phantom glory. It was more likely she was just ruminating on its destruction—the younger of the two had mentioned that her brother disappeared shortly after the fires, and if not for the middle schooler's insistence that he could somehow come back, Noriaki would have assumed the elder Nakano had perished in them. Some levity was introduced to the oppressive atmosphere by Natsuhime's concern for the cat. That was something he could provide a defined certainty to, unlike the fates of mysteriously missing siblings. "The cat's fine. I found him wandering around a few days after we move in," He told the concerned tween to assuage her worries, "I guess he's mine now? He's been sleeping with me these past couple nights, and I bought him a collar and all."

Shin Megami Tensei: Persona

HOSHINO NORIAKI

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Noriaki wasn't entirely sure whether he should have expected Nakano's rebuff or not. Sure, she was renown as something of an ice queen, but shooting down the plea of a lonely child just seemed particularly cruel, especially with how melancholy she had been prior. It was true that trying to maintain a friendship with someone who didn't attend your school was somewhat difficult, especially with the age gap, and that having a thirteen year old trailing after him wasn't exactly the kind of attention he had wanted to cultivate, but there was no need to actually crush her hopes like that. "I'm sure we'll see each other around the neighborhood," He offered the girl in consolation, "We could always talk then." The topic of conversation had abruptly shifted after the trio arrived on Noriaki's street. After his first run in with the shadowy mirror world, he had done all he could to avoid the house on the corner. Unfortunately for him, that place was exactly where his two companions decided to direct their attention. They spoke about how it would soon be reconstructed—all but confirming a suspicion he had done his best to avoid ruminating on too long since that fateful Sunday. The younger of the pair addressed him shortly thereafter, giving him a convenient out to not look the way of the illusionary structure and whatever unwelcome inhabitants it held. "I've heard a little here and there. Pretty sure the real estate agent mentioned rents have been down since the arson. Probably why we could afford to live this close to the school."