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~Music Above, Wee Jordie Below~
We start our tale in the deep depths of Love, where happiness and joy- are reviled~ Smiles and laughter, terribly repressed! For this starts with a tale of two of the Shevarash!
Boinking they did, two Elves in black, but never in joy but, just to relax! Had they protection? No they did not, for no merchants of goat-skin, in the deep under-dark. Slaying Drow in night, making sweet love by.. Night? It was hard to tell while within caves but, whims of boredom often come in waves.
Brought forth a child they did, clearly their faith did this forbid- a Father and Mother to smile only once, to realize a great mistake. The choice to abandon the child came swift, the babe left on Dwarvish door-step.
The Slayer named Jorrin Steelsplitter knew the black-garbed Elves well, and couldn't refuse, he never took wife but, raising a child left him amused. Another thing to fight for, a reason to return, to swing axe even harder, to make sure the child learned.
The child had grew, and her teeth even more, big bucked front teeth to splendor the realm galore! Be it a curse of her birth, or a human from generations past? It didn't make a difference but it gave this Elf some sass. Blessed by Haela Brightaxe and ever devout, the Elf made vow to always find joy and smiles about. Jorrin took to parentage true, and named the elf Jordan- despite not being so stout and being quite the burden.
Jordan would grow, shy and quite, unable to swing axe- struggling to forge, and often too relaxed. She lacked the commitment and skill, to be a true Dwarf that followed the drills. Talented in shadows but never to fight, she kept to herself and the books which gave delight. Young and studious, skinny and thin, the Elf found herself demeaned by her more Dwarvish kin.
They called her Carrots! This brought her great ire! Were her teeth to big, or her ears too long? Didn't matter, this lit her angers afire! She'd sulk and she'd whine, feeling destined to fail Clan- She stirred up her hair and took on the Slayer's mane. To defy blood and destiny, to slay Trolls, and Orcs across all lands. To do her family proud, and one day bear name- the Elf named Jordan sought Dwarvish fame!
She struck out with the Master-forged Flame-Sparkle on hip, homage to Flamebolt- slaying beasts it did! The Elf found herself in sands of south, Calimport on the western coast. Finding love with a charming middle-aged rogue. Hasir Razhaad, a smuggler and charmer, crooked and greedy. He'd have the Elf and the coins from the seedier parts of the city!
The Elf found herself lazy once more, living in lavish life, luxuries thrown at her with great roguish might. Plentiful and joyous she spent decades about, fixing ledgers and spending nights on silken sheets. Quick to the easy, Jordan did laze, never bothering to improve herself beyond her lover's gaze.
But time moved fast and Hasir did age, their decades spent coming soon to fade. Jordan was shocked- the man never looked old? Wrinkles and gray, aged and frail, when did this come to assault her love? Soon she'd grieve, for a husband would be lost- widowed and alone, she'd wander once more.
The decade of grief was filled with blood galore, to pick up blade and travel ashore, to try and find distraction in where ever she could. Brothels and Booze! Those were the currencies she took, drowning in pleasure to always forget! Her attitude changed, no longer quite quiet! She sought to be someone else, to hide from the pain, to adventure and bring forth new once hidden dreams. Glory pursued to return home once more, and bring honor to her Family of Dwarf.
Decades on trail, she'd come into sight- the Great walls of Baldur's Gate. Here she'd make stay, to find drink and fame! To even attempt, to find love, once again.
OOC Goals:
Become the first Elf to be inducted into a Dwarvish Clan! The ultimate snow-flake.
Maintain some comic relief, and hopefully contribute some fun to stories of more serious characters.
Remain ever vigilant against pure Orcs, Drow, and other evil creatures. I want to avoid being too nice!
To pester and annoy players with great terrible levity! You all deserve it.
Avoid calling anyone by their name, ONLY NICK-NAMES! (This one slips~)
Notes:
Jordan has made many friends throughout her last 60 years! Finding love with a Rogue has that as a perk. All of them strange! This list will grow as inspiration follows.
Nicky the Nickname, Jordan's close friend, and a disgusting Were-rat! Nicky worked for Jordan's deceased husband in Calimport, and made the fatal mistake of robbing his own Rat-pack. Being a loyal worker Razhaad sent the Rat to Baldur's Gate before passing. Nicky is far too greedy for coin and life to be like his other kin that cannibalize. Why eat people when you can rip them off, and gamble with them! Their relationship is strange, alternating between beating one another, and sharing a pint in the sewers. A True Friendship that will last the age, despite how strange it is.