Adventure begins with tragedy. An invasion of giants, a flood, a plague,
ad infinitum. This is the big picture, the grand scheme; the details, by
and large, are irrelevancies. Minutiae that matter only to those who lived
through it.
And to me.
Fate is a fickle thing, oft decried by the ignorant as a force
responsible for their every misfortune. But it's more than that, and less;
more than some malign cosmic force whose sole purpose is to be the scapegoat
for the woes of the world. Fate, as it happens, doesn't care. About you,
about me, about anyone. The threads of Fate, to use an exhausted metaphor,
will weave as they will, uncaring and uninterested in the outcome. You are
touched by Fate, from cradle to coffin. Fate IS the minutiae.
That's where I come in.
I was not a child of tragedy, of loss or grief. Such a history would be
remarkable, and I am many things, but remarkable is not among them. Born
the middle child of a middle child, I spent my youth watching. To be sure,
I did more than watching, or perhaps I should say I did less. Naturally I
would assist with chores, while I watched; I would care for my younger
sister as needed, while I watched. It's not that these tasks bored me, nor
even that I was absent-minded, for I am definitely not. It's simply that
the details were always far more interesting to me. I was considered a
passive child, and I was an oddity to be sure. Better by far to observe and
let things fall as they may than to risk offending Fate.
And so, I watch. I watch the comings and goings of a veritable army of
woe-befallen adventurers. Their squabbles, and romances, their wars and
betrayals. Their dogmatic differences that shake the world as surely as the
sun rises. Through it all, I watch, ever alert for the threads of Fate that
actually matter.
For what will be, MUST be.
Description:
A rough and tumble average looking fellow stands before you, bedecked in
a nearly comical assortment of guild accoutrements. Arcane foci hang next
to a well-worn holy symbol, which itself rests next to a crooked set of
lockpicks and a battered flute; whoever this man may be, he is not decisive.
A ragged mop of blond hair lies in disarray on top of this mans head, his
bangs constantly covering one eye no matter how diligently he tries to blow
the offending hairs away. A short blond beard, stubble really, lines the
mans face giving some detail to an otherwise unremarkable facade. His eyes
are dark, a shade somewhere between mud and midnight, and it is in those
eyes that the first true spark of intent can be glimpsed.
Geez, finally. I swear he should have inactived a couple months ago. Was a fun foray back into AR in the early stages of quarantine. Folks kept trying to get me to get better gear, but Vellis existed to die, mobdeaths were few (if any, maybe at 50) player deaths were more plentiful.
High notes: Helping design Limelight (the set), annoying Phostan every chance I got.
To Ilromie and Serra: It's not so much that Vellis disliked you, he just saw his role as a passive observer, documenting and chronicling that events played out as they were intended to without outside interference. Such an outlook does not lend itself well to, as he saw it in the two of you, egregious frivolity and meddling.
"Egregious frivolity and meddling" sounds exactly right. :) Like I said above, I was looking forward to getting to know you and figuring you out in character.
Serra is about as frivolous as a rock, but I certainly did spend a lot of time with Ilromie. It's too bad we didn't get to know each other better. The one or two times I attempted to talk to Vellis he just sounded mad for no reason.
[reply to Ilromie]
High notes: Helping design Limelight (the set), annoying Phostan every chance I got.
To Ilromie and Serra: It's not so much that Vellis disliked you, he just saw his role as a passive observer, documenting and chronicling that events played out as they were intended to without outside interference. Such an outlook does not lend itself well to, as he saw it in the two of you, egregious frivolity and meddling.
Ilromie 2 , 0 , 0 . "Egregious frivolity and meddling" sounds exactly right. :) Like I said above, I was looking forward to getting to know you and figuring you out in character.
Serra 2 , 0 , 0 . Serra is about as frivolous as a rock, but I certainly did spend a lot of time with Ilromie. It's too bad we didn't get to know each other better. The one or two times I attempted to talk to Vellis he just sounded mad for no reason.
[reply to Baer]Hope to see your next down the line!
[reply to Phostan]