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Thus begins the tale of young bard of Candlekeep, born of a half drow gypsy of whom he has no memory other than that of the name she gave him, Velnarin (Drow:'Instrument).His dreams started after following one of the many cats of CK to a long forgotten and hidden stash of books. A strange hairless little beast with piercing eyes, as if they looked right through him, adopting him when all the other cats shied away from him and howled at his strange music. These books with names such as the Book of Eibon, Unausprechlichen Kulten, De Vermis Mysterilis, Cultes de Goules,and part of both the Celaeno Fragments and the Pnakotic Manuscripts spoke of almost forgotten beings, from outside the realms, beings worshiped by nonhuman races when humans were still primitive.
In his dreams he saw unspeakable abominations, crawling, bubbling, amorphous horrors that strained his mind to near breaking. It was the music he heard, the monotonous drone of flutes that kept him from wholly losing himself. Flautists, seemingly part frog and part octopus, playing to him, searing the music into his mind.
After some time he began this music while awake, often causing the monks to loose their concentration, resulting in their drawing of disturbing imagery while copying manuscripts. Velnarin found he had inherited his mothers gift of charming others through his music, to do his bidding. He could play many an instrument but the flute was his first choice.
The night came when he sensed something was going to change. Going to sleep, his dreams of the demon like flautists appeared once more, beckonng him to follow, but he suddenly awoke to morning. The hairless cat was perched atop him, staring. The cat looked to the bedside table and he saw upon it rested a black flute, like those played by the flautists in his disturbing dreams, with a swirling of bluish-olive coloring marbled over it's surface. As he picked it up his head spun and he passed out.
When he awoke, a monk was standing over him, speaking as if through glass, telling him to gather his things and meet Gorion. He was to leave CK immediately. As he picked up the strange flute and his meager belongings he noticed the hairless cat had gone. He would have liked to taken him with him, as a companion to wherever. But no time to hesitate, it was time to go. He had the strangest feeling though that he would see that cat again one day.
As he was leaving, his thinking felt somehow strange, his mind felt strained. What he was beginning to experience, unbeknownst to him, was cognitive dissonance, brought on from the stresses of his dreams, horrible and yet oddly attractive experiences that were really beginning to make more sense than his waking life. It was him trying to reconcile this with his real waking life that was causing some distress. Neither his dreams or his 'real' life seemed to fit together quite right and life to him appeared as if looking through a closed window. Regardless, he would have to deal with it soon, he must rush to Gorion, maybe he could provide some insight that could help, wise as he was.

I'm sure nothing but good things will come of this ;)

So far so good. After soloing the first half I have joined two fellow ...'mentally insightful' shall we say, companions to continue on into the Cloakwood Mines with. Xzar and Tiax have proved to just the right audience for this gypsy's aspirations, as they both find his disturbing style of playing both soothing and inspirational compared to most, heh.
I went back to extreme backside of CK by the sea and cast my FF spell. The little hairless cat jumped from the high ramparts of CK, did a backflip and landed feet first in front of me. Knew I would see him again.

Velnarin's mental state continues to make adjustments to his waking life vs his dream life. Now the dreams have changed into something new. It must be the influence of Azathoth, guiding and granting him new powers.
His singing has improved. His attackers hear his music and are mentally unable to comprehend the images that appear in their heads, lulled into doing whatever he tells them to do.
Often they are ordered to lay down their weapons and go stand facing into a corner while their buddies are subsequently destroyed, their screams echoing in their heads. At other times they are told to attack their friends themselves, seeing the horrified looks on their faces as they face death from one who a moment before was a comrade.
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11th lvl now, save vs his charming are +0 against.
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The cat had no name, but seemed ok with the one Velnarin gave him, Murrpau, or 'cat' in the name of his mother's kin on her drow side, simple but pleasing to the ear. Half drow like his mother he has taken quite well into studying the language from the rare book here and there. He did meet a wayward drow, Viconia, on the surface, but she seemed somewhat disturbed by his music (which she said was unusual, given her background). He save her from death and departed from her. Maybe another day.

Velnarin just defeated the demonknight with Tiax and Xzar, gathering all the various goodies from Durlag's Tower, Summons kept him busy while a dagger did him in. The whole place seemed unreal, but then again the rest of the world seems a bit unreal as wellm a buncha undead and crazy dopplegangers in there. They went to the Ice Island and back again. Buncha crazy people on that island.
Vel helped Xzar kill his Zhentarim superior, that was fun. The shadow thief rep in BG was about to tell us something about Saervok but we did not like him play acting as a drunk, figgerin they were playin us for fool, so took them all out. Got an invite to the grand ball but still out wandering about. Even met Drizzt, who turned on me after not helping him fight some poor ol gnolls for crying out loud. I played a tune on the flute for him few times, ran him around in circles and put a few daggers in em. Charmed him a few times, having him stand with his back to me, looking down at the fishes, til he joined them. I hated doin it but he drew the first blood.
These drow, the folks he carries half the blood of in his veins are kinda strange. The only halfway nice one he met was the Viconia lady, that he helped out and let continue on her way. Baeloth seemed to think lowly of him for his half human blood. Sent him on his way as well.
On top of all that he's carrying on a relationship with a Djinn in a lamp, Jini. He's also carryin on with a reformed will-o-the-wisp named Fay, who fools around with him in his dreams.
I met a strange hooded man in a dream where he captured and threatened Jini. Said he was testing people for something. Met a deva, a demon, and a hag name Ravel asking me what can change the nature of a man. Got outa there with Jini but was weird.
Not sure where reality begins and dreams end, or is it the other way around. Anyway, the last of three books he found boosted his Wis to 19, leaving him with more insight than ever. I believe Tiax is really at the service of Azathoth, only thinking it is Cyric.
Regardless, Velnarin, Tiax, and Xzar seem to have an understanding and insight into things most don't.

Aec's cultists, pheh. They dared to attack and were then only ordered to fight amongst themselves. No one can long resist the monotonous drone of the black flute. Xzar did go down by a surprise attacker, but Tiax quickly raised him again, just for the spirited conversation. And as with the demonknight, Aec'Letec fell with a thrown dagger as well. Saervok's dopplegangers were dispatched in the palace with the help of Xzar's shadow's and Velnarin's blast of Divine Wrath. These enemies are falling like a dream falls into wakefulness, or is it the other way around?The lines are blurred and Azathoth does stay calm with the power and skill of a master flautist born of the god of murder. So many defeated and still Velnarin and his small band of madmen continue to defy what the 'norms' think of as reality.
Together they continue their terrible pilgrimage to seek the nighted throne of the far daemon-sultan Azathoth at the center of the Astral Plane(HPL). The chance for Velnarin to sit in his rightful place as his flautist supreme grows one step closer.
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Man, if I've said it once I'll still say it again, the gypsy and his charming powers make for my favorite style of play and most powerful bard yet.

These never get old. Also, what mods do you use to get these Bard kits? Might and Guile is the only one I know.

^I believe he uses Song and Silence.

Thanks.

Sigh, it would be posted on G3. Why are so many mods hosted exclusively on a site that goes down with the tide?

Yup, Song n Silence first, then add Rogue Rebalancing after to add in extras and use the HLA of RR for S&S kits (if I get there, heh) Rogue items galore as well. :)

Cheers again Tresset for polishing up the Dirgesinger and Gypsy kits. :)

I make bard kits too :wink:
https://forums.beamdog.com/discussion/62913/mod-bardic-wonders-v1-updated-three-new-kits-added/p1

I think it's beautiful! I think we should birdify all animals.

Skatan, your opinion may be slightly biased.

But anyway, how should we call this creature?

Bobby?

That actually works quite well because it looks like a horse with a robin's head.

How much birdseed must this beast consume daily?

If my life was WoW, I'd mount old Bobby there and ride into battle on it! It would be epic, a magpie riding a "hordie" (yeah, it's a horsie-birdie hybrid).

Let's try some choices here:
Hordie
Birse
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bi... hor.. Ok I am out of ideas.