Llan: Sword and Song

So, a while back Johnny Elbows commented that he was having trouble following our D&D entries. I told him that I'd work on fleshing them out a little, so they'd be easier to follow in a more traditional format. And Sword and Song is the result. It's only our first little two-day campaign, and I took some liberties. Daboo convinced me that some of you might also enjoy it, so feel free to download it from that link. It's nine pages long, so I won't post the whole thing here in the forums. I am, however, narcissistic enough to post the first few paragraphs ;)

Sword and Song

My mother always taught me to honor Heironeous. The god of honor, chivalry, and valor would always provide for us, she told me. I guess it was her way of providing a father figure for me. The local priest of Heironeous was a nice enough fellow in his way, but I just couldn't bring myself to conform to all the codes and laws that Heironeous expected of his true followers. Don't get me wrong, I loved my mother dearly and faithfully attended the weekly services of her god, but I yearned for something greater than working my way up the church's heirarchy.

I used to dream about a man I thought was my father. He was a bit of a trickster, liked to pull pranks and do illusory magic shows just for me. When I asked my mother about it, she said that my father was nothing like that. He was a righteous warrior, armed to the teeth for the fight against evil. And that's about all she'd tell me. I knew he was an elf, for obvious reasons, but I could never reconcile the dreams with the reality my mother insisted upon. I suppose that's why I sought training from the bards that occasionally passed through Hillydale. Their life appealed to me, mostly because they all seemed to have a bit of the prankster in them. I especially liked it when an elven bard would stop in town.

The townsfolk never really said much about my unique heritage, but having someone else with pointy ears around made me feel a little safer I guess. The other children in Hillydale never really singled me out more than anybody else, but it was always clear that I didn't quite belong. Taking all this into account, I suppose it was only natural that I took the first opportunity to leave town as a bardic apprentice. As I traveled with my mentor, learning in song all the lore he knew, I looked for clues of my father in every town and city we entered. After several years of this, I eventually found the man. . .elf that sired me. I sent him a note requesting a meeting in Newkeep, but I withheld the true reason for our meeting - and my true identity.