Name: Glolfandil Songweaver
Race: Half-Elf
Class: Bard
Sex: Male
Height : Unknown
Weight: Unknown
Eye color: Unknown
Hair color: Unknown

Glolfandil's Story

In Freeport did Glolfandil awake crying and wet,
A child of love, perhaps of foolish love his parents tread.
His father ancient in his days was a warrior human reared,
Burly strong from northern reaches, his sword hung always near.
His mother, an elf from wooded realm afar,
Sang with golden voice and magicked hands to her strings.

His father ventured far and wide till alas one day
He returned not but in young son's dreams and wishes.
His mother raised him well, as well as she could,
But son was always learning from local men though try, as she should,
Right from wrong and Good and Strong to he she learned him.

Learn he did, how to play the string and even to carry a note and to sing,
For magicks, he learned, was in his voice and venturing in his blood.
When of age young, tender as it was, Mother had him pledged.
Pledged to the Bardic Guild, its teachers and poets and plebes.
Long he studied the songs of old and songs of magicks.
Till in his mind they never escape, and he grasps even the minors.

His mind wandered afar for his father still, for long ago
Had mother sailed west to Dedadel, the elvish land untold.
Had father died dragon fighting or been slain by a friend?
Never would he know les he left safety for the outlands.

The Lord and Lady Hawke, in Blue and Grey, Freeport entered.
And in their glory and strong companions it was easy to see;
He knew he must leave his cot and meal for the greater glory rendered.
So his old practice weapon (a gift from dad) he slung on belt
And ran to meet the parade ahead and bowed his head, on knee knelt;
"Scarab I give thee my heart and blade and neither shall break,
Til honor and valor and loyalty won or on gory blade am I felled!"