QB the bard

Name: QB
Class Bard
Race: Half-orc (from his mother’s side)
Alignment: Chaotic Natural

Likes: causing small mayhem with illusions and tricks
Dislikes: Bugs

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Back ground

QB grew up in a small unknown village near the shadow marches. This small village was so unimportant that the war didn’t even reach to it, none of the great factions felt it was worth their time.
Life was simple back there, at least till QB grew up. Fond of tricks and pranks he soon gotten a reputation not only in his own village but also in the larger villages they went to trade.

One day a cleric from The Sovereign Host came to town to spread his god’s word and he warned QB that one day he might end up as the outcast god “the Traveler”. This caused QB to study the dark god and he soon found references to a “mask of the traveler”, it was said that the mask gives the wearer the power of illusions. Powerful illusions that could reshape everything around him. The same week QB set off to find more information about both this god and the mask.

We start the story of QB four years after he set off from his village, it is now the human year of 998. The war has ended and “peace” is spreading across the nations. On his way to the next town QB finds a men laying in the middle of the street. From his wounds and the tracks he seems to have been beaten to death by small warforged scouts. Having gotten used to death by now QB quickly searches the man’s pockets for anything useful. Here he finds a letter and a train ticket. The letter is clearly from a noble, the quality of parchment and ink were only used by the best of writers. The letter explained a job to help one of the great houses of ebberon. QB hid the letter carefully and made his way to the train station. QB has seen much of the power of the great houses. If he can get there favor he might get excess to information that would normally be hidden from him.

As QB got on the train he wondered how much the ticket must have cost. There was only one other passenger and a guard in the train.

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