Villidan the Master Bard, Master Scribe of Literature > Ye Olde Graveyard > Abandoned Realms Forums
Villidan created on 01st of March 2021, and is dead and gone (32 years old, 144 hours, 1 year lifetime)

Title: the Master Bard, Master Scribe of Literature
Gender: Male
Level: 50
Class: avian bard

Background history:

  1. A gilded cage - posted at 2021-03-06 03:12:10
A gilded cage
A gilded cage, its what he would call it. Kept inside for fear of being struck ill due to contracting a disease while young. His caretaker, a maiden in service to his family would sing to him. One day during a tutor lesson, he asked her to teach him to sing. And so he learned from young, how to sing, and how songs can sway people's mind, body, and even the world around them at large. The right words and right notes can cause great things to happen. So he continued and practiced, painstakingly, even during his fledgling years and coping with the change of his voice. Finally into his adult years, he kept his singing a secret for most of his life. Until he was being taught by his father on the ways of his business. And he would have none of that in his son's life. He was to focus on far more important things. As a more privilege person he did learn some other things, some use of weapons, but his father was teaching him the ways of the world, his father's world. Ways that Villidan didn't want to live. He'd rather be out exploring and adventuring the realm, living by song if need be. So, one night, he left, a small pack, and a note only for the maiden who cared for him and taught him.


The shimmering strands of hair are held in a tight braid, much like woven silver, rest on this male's shoulder. His massive wings, feathers much like the freshest of fallen snow, shadow over most of his form. His bangs are cut short and swept out of his face, curtaining over his forehead as his amber eyes glitter with warmth. The bridge of this hooked nose are seem to be worn down on two points quite symmetrically. His face tugged into a soft smile as the air around him seems to be welcoming. Should one catch a glimpse of his back, they will see an arcane sigil etched into his flesh by a smouldering implement. Upon closer examination, he seems to wear a menagerie of clothes. His appearance is well clean however, nails are trimmed and cleaned, as well as having a thin layer of lilac colored paint on them. His eyebrows a few shades darker than his hair are plucked and shaped into soft curves. His teeth almost dazzle with the gleam they give off. Looking up from his mouth, you can see the former stress lines that crept their way down his nose as well as the former bags under his eyes. Looking at his being as a whole, he seems to carry himself with a sense of pride. Not one of over confidence, but a pride of having struggled and overcoming great obstacles.

PK stats:

Kills: 0, Deaths: 8 (Ratio: 0, Efficiency: 0%)
Pinnacle Kills: 0, Pinnacle Deaths: 5 (Ratio: 0, Efficiency: 0%)

Kills by class:

Killed by class:
necromancer: 1,

Logs mentioning Villidan:Mystiques mentioning Villidan:
Books by Villidan:
Books mentioning Villidan:
Tags: #herald


  1. May your soul find forever solace and ashes renew the lands with new spirits, with your guidance, master scribe of literature, goodbye, farewell, have some rest, master bard!
      [reply to Vargan]
    1. It's always sad to lose a Herald. This was a great character and we didn't get to interact enough. Definitely had fun when you were around even though you were stirring the pot and letting words get you into occasional trouble. Hope to see another character from you!
      1. What a way to go though huh? Did you like the magic trick?
      2. Vevier
        2 , 0 , 0 .
        10/10 muffins.
      [reply to Avenar]
    2. Vanisse [reply]
      2 , 0 , 0 .
      This one epitomized fun with lairs.
      1. The book collection alone was epic!
      2. I had a blast making my lair. Big thanks to Ilromie for funding that project, or else I would have never been able to make it all.
      [reply to Vanisse]
    3. Do you want to see a trick?
      And then he’s gone. Hasty prick.
      I clutch my stomach. Now I’m sick.

      I’d show him how to take a lick
      Or use his words to cut the quick.
      Do you want to see a trick?

      He’d show me mine: yes, terrific.
      I’d show him his: an alembic.
      I clutch my stomach. Now I’m heartsick.

      What a cad. You hear that click?
      The box is open. In he fits.
      Do you want to see a trick?

      I shut the lid but can’t forget.
      The box is closed. What a kick.
      I clutch my stomach. Getting sick.

      The story goes that you’re so slick,
      And now you’re gone, they say tragic.
      But you left me to hold the trick.
      I clutch my stomach. Now I’m sick.
      1. Dogran
        3 , 0 , 0 .
        Wow, just wow.
      2. Davairus
        2 , 0 , 0 .
        the oompa loompas after the delete is awesome
      [reply to Valindra]

    Post a New Comment