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FUS RO DAH! by JoanRedondo

This is a good piece, and to be honest not the most amazing thing I have seen from Skyrim fan-art. If you were going for life like, I d...

The Animals of Farthing Wood by IceDragonhawk

The visuals are amazing! The clouds looks life like, as well ass the grass. The animals are really good too, you can even see the fur p...

The Calm Before the Storm by IceDragonhawk

The blur effect on the grass is good. Gives you the feeling that the dragon is moving ,that or the image itself. The details on the dra...


Good god, I've been here for 3 years? When the Hell? Here I thought I was still kinda new here. >_>
    Samaya gasped violently and put her head in her hands. Dying was as disorienting as ever it would appear. Delta ran in, her closest friend in these past few nightmarish years. "You died?! What happened? Are we about to get attacked!?" Delta screamed out as Samaya continued trying to adjust to jumping back in time. "Yes, something bad, and ask your idiotic boyfriend." Samaya said while shaking her head, maybe motion would help. "Zexal? He's not here though." Delta said bewildered. Samaya raised her head and glared at her friend, a look that said "He's coming, and with company." Delta blinked, and whispered "Oh...oh shit..." Delta rushed out the room to get the weapons, and when she got back threw Samaya's baton and experimental disk weapon to her. The disk was, in theory, supposed to bounce off of any surface but still hits with blunt force while bouncing off. Samaya never had time to get it to Simon, their gadget maker, but she knew something was definitely off in her base design. Delta gave a look that asked "How much time." Samaya said out loud "About a minute, maybe less now. He's bringing five sentinels and two hounds." Samaya said while holstering the disk and getting ready to fight with the baton. Samaya stretched and groaned, "You need a new boyfriend, this asshole has too much fun screwing us over." Samaya told Delta. "He's real fun when you get to know him." Delta said shyly. Samaya raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's your definition of fun?"

    Bullets started hitting the front door as Zexal turned out of the way and jumped through a barred window, legs first to kick down the bars. "You would not believe-" Zexal started before Samaya grabbed his arm roughly and threw him to the other room, watching him tumble through the busted door way. Samaya took two steps to get to him and pinned him to the wall. Zexal tried to speak his innocence but Samaya clasped his mouth so hard she was sure it left a mark. "Shut your stupid mouth and listen Zexal! I died two miles away from here because your stupidity, shot by a god damned sniper! So you are going to tell me right now what the hell you did to get this much heat, or I swear to you that next time you wake up you'll have busted kneecaps!" Samaya yelled at him with a fury that Zexal wasn't quite used to yet. Samaya let her hand away from his mouth while looking at Zexal's frightened eyes. "I may have stolen very important data saying why we are being hunted and who is hunting us." Zexal said quietly as the footsteps moved toward them, Delta looked at her worryingly while posted against the opposite side of the doorway. Delta wasn't an Oracle, so if she dies, she won't go back in time.

    Samaya had been friends long before Delta knew what she was, an Oracle. Oracles were people who can peer into the future slightly, via the power of their Time Crystals. If an Oracle died, they'd just go back to the last point they touched their Time Crystal, simple as that, almost like saving in a video game. Despite that, dying still hurt like a bitch, as it still was dying after all. Samaya turned her eyes back to Zexal. "You better keep her safe, or I will kill you myself." Samaya told Zexal. Zexal sneered, as if insulted by the fact he'd do any less for Delta. Even after knowing Zexal for a few months, Samaya didn't trust him. It was only a few months ago that Delta found out about Samaya's ability, and shared Zexal as someone with the exact same power. Samaya had no idea what she was called, an Oracle, until Zexal explained to her all the terminology.

    Bullets flew threw the windows, Samaya and Zexal nodding to each other as they readied themselves for the inevitable fight. Samaya spoke one more thing as she rushed toward cover in the room the sentinels and hounds would enter first. "We can't leave them alive to call for reinforcements." Samaya said, narrowly dodging bullets, or so it looked. Samaya saw the echoes as clear as day, even when Zexal sometimes had trouble tracking the dust-like trails. Zexal took Delta to a back room, knowing that Samaya had a good chance on beating anyone that would come in. The armed soldiers that were controlling the sentinels sent them in. They called those soldiers the "Hounds" because they would keep track of their target far after they lost sight of them, always seeing everything the sentinels see because of the AI inside their skulls.

    All five sentinels went in at once, knowing Samaya was behind the refrigerator they had in the room. Samaya dashed toward the Sentinels and smacked one, and then two, sentinels out of their hover. She saw the echoes of bullets coming from the remaining sentinels, and the hounds outside. She gasped and forced herself to remain focused. Samaya dropped her baton and grabbed one of the sentinels out of the air roughly. She angled toward the hounds and used the sentinel she grabbed to block the bullets coming from the hounds, all while dodging the two bullets from the other sentinels. After she blocked the shots, Samaya threw the sentinel hard towards the two remaining sentinels, knocking them down but not disabling them. Before the hounds can shoot their next shots, seeing that they were going to hit her directly in the head, Samaya rolled and got her baton; dodging the bullets. After, Samaya bashed all three sentinels before they could get off the ground and took cover from the next couple shots from the hounds. It's been nearly ten seconds since this battle has started.

    Samaya took a deep breath to focus herself again before looking at her right hand where a metal gauntlet protected her and the Time Crystal inside. The circular structure Simon designed to keep their Time Crystals safe and usable by just pressing down on the plate hard to make a footprint and mark a place to return back to if killed. This was where Samaya pressed it last time, before the sniper killed her.

    Two shots fired through the window, repsyching her focus on to the problem at hand. Samaya saw the echoes and jumped out the window, just out of the path of the dusty trails. Rolling on impact, she dashed towards the two hounds, hoping these weren't good at close quarters combat. The hounds seemingly panicked as they narrowly missed their shots. Good, panicked was good. At least, for Samaya it was. She smiled as the hounds tried to smack her with the but of the pistols they were shooting. They yelled at her "Surrender or-!" before the baton smacked both of them across the head quick and hard. She hated killing people, it was the reason she used a baton, but if these assholes called for reinforcements they were as good as dead. Samaya hit the two hounds in their head, one more time each, but this time with amazing force. She heard the skulls crack this time and almost lead out a tear for the foolish lives she was ending.

    Samaya hurried to check if Zexal and Delta were alright, and found four more sentinels downed in the bedroom. "They have more hounds out there, those will probably call for reinforcements if we don't get their trackers." Zexal told Samaya. Samaya looked for Delta in the room, and was about to ask when she saw her cowering in the corner. Samaya gave a sigh of relief, and without meaning to said "Thank God." Samaya looked at Zexal, "We can't go that way, that's where we find more than two more hounds, but also a good five more sentinels. Oh and your friendly neighborhood sniper that kills me without batting an eyelash. We better just move south into the next safe house and then contact Simon, Vixen, and Tosh to warn that this place is shredded." Zexal shook his head and said, "We run into something south too, I died there with Delta last time." Samaya blinked, kind of surprised, and looked at the hollow look in his eyes he had ever since seeing Delta here. Alive.

    Samaya rubbed the nape of her neck. "What about the western warehouse we use? Is that direction good?" Samaya suggested, Zexal grimaced. "Delta wouldn't make the Gap to the badlands, it takes an Oracle to get there, or someone who is really lucky." Zexal told her, Samaya cursed under her breath. "There has to be something! We can't just wait here for the next wave, we'll lose like always!" Samaya yelled, frustrated at the lack of options. Samaya looked at Delta worryingly, noticing that she was staring at the two freaks arguing for a plan of action. Delta knew just as well as them, she was dead weight in these situations. "You can leave me..." Delta whispered.

    Samaya looked at her furiously, "We won't even think about that! You are making it out of this just like us!" Samaya yelled at her, even though she had honestly considered it. Perhaps it was because her own sick thoughts were said out loud, even if it was a whisper. Zexal looked at Samaya honestly though, "Maybe it's not a bad idea though." Zexal told her. Samaya looked at him with such broiling rage, Zexal thought she was going to smack him with the baton. "Listen to me before you go crazy, we are the ones those hounds want, if she wears her cloak and walks away into the slums, we can regroup later. Delta knows her way around the slums, and can survive and tough it out there in the mean time." Samaya groaned at the thought but Delta stood up before Samaya could shout her opinion. "That can work, since the sentinels didn't scan me this time." Delta said quietly, but loud enough for the others to hear.

    Their eyes rested on Samaya, waiting for her thoughts now, but Samaya just looked at her two companions each for a couple seconds. Finally she cracked and said "Gah, alright, but if Delta is hurt in any form, I'm doing ten times worse to you Zexal." Zexal smiled and said "Good, we'll leave together towards the eastern hide out through the shittiest part of town. Simon said he'd stop by there anyways because he forgot some stuff." Zexal said to her as he got ready to leave.

    After that, everyone got ready again, Delta walking out first with her worn cloak covering her face and body. Samaya stretched again to prepare for the inevitable run that was about to happen, Zexal got all his guns holstered and made sure he had his knife easily accessible. Zexal then checked his Time Crystal's case that was on the left part of his back, Samaya did the same for her's. Moments later, a rocket hit the bedroom wall, luckily they were gone from there now. Zexal cursed, and patted down his Time Crystal to make a footprint, which allowed him to come back to around this time if he died. Samaya did the same, and told Zexal "Let's go." They hurried as the entire building start to collapse.
Oracle's Prophecy (Chapter 1)
Now introducing the next part of this Oracle idea, and explaining some of the logic behind it. Enjoy.
    Running was all that mattered right now, because apparently just having the word "safe" in "safe house" does not make it so. Samaya ducked under one of the pipelines that ran across the rooftops of the slums, trying not to slow down too much as sentinels chased her down. God damn Zexal lead the sentinels right to them, needless to say his girl friend Delta was furious. A bullet shot Samaya's way as she jumped off the building and swung off a small pipe to land in a window. The sentinel stuttered as it started to descend after her. She rolled on impact, paying no mind to the cursing drunkard that shouted at her, screaming that she best watch herself later; or something like that. Samaya quickly found another window to jump out of and rolled to break her fall again, this time she landed on a low roof top. The sentinel was programmed to trail her, so it'd spend time going in and out of that drunkard's apartment, buying her enough time to-

    "Shit," Samaya whispered to herself as three more sentinels rose up from below the rooftop she was on. "Why the Hell did they send more?" Samaya thought out loud as she took out her neon baton, blunt force usually worked on these metal tin cans. The sentinels scanned her, like she knew they would, and then their gun came out of the bottom hatch. Samaya took a deep breath and saw the Echoes of the future calling out to her. She smiled, one bullet aimed for her head, the other for her right arm, and the third aimed at her heart. Samaya ducked under the dust-like trails, the Echoes, and dashed at the sentinels. The three shots were fired, the path slightly changing but she still saw the Echoes, she still knew their every move. The Echoes for the sentinels showed that they'd try and strafe to her right, where it was harder for her to swing efficiently. Excellent programming as always, but not enough to beat an Oracle. Samaya struck two of the sentinels before they even started strafing, and the third rotated to get the gun pointed at her. She saw the dust trail signifying a shot soon to be fired, and leaped out of the way while at the same time jumping toward the sentinel. The shot fired, but it was too late for the sentinel, the baton bashed it in mere milliseconds after the shot was fired. The bullet missed just barely, and Samaya was almost certain she heard it bank off a pipe.Samaya shrugged and kept going when-

    A sniper shot her in the head. God damn it Zexal, this is why we can't have nice things.
Oracle's View (Prologue)
A new concept I thought of, tell me what you guys think. I'll have a follow up done as soon as possible, because that is a sort of cliff-hanger ending right there. XD
    Born to a human whore, a young half-dwarf was abandoned by his mother and given to his dwarven father to look after. His human name was Dev Browne but was quickly changed to Svaty Kamen by his father; Neznik Kamen. Svaty has no memory of his mother, nor does he know her name or what she looks like. His father never kept anything as a reminder, in fact he only seemed to remember that she was a filthy human. After being given Svaty his father tried to travel around with him, despite Svaty only being a year old. Neznik decided he'd raise Svaty as if he was a dwarf, which meant to teach him how to fight like one and craft like one. But the main reason Neznik trained Svaty how to be strong is so that he wouldn't have to take care of him. As a mountain dwarf Neznik knew plenty of combat, and was happy to raise a son of his own despite him only being a half breed. In time, Neznik learned to love his son very much but Svaty did not seem to like their lifestyle, and his father seemed to notice it after some time. After being taught so much, and having a hatred of humans driven into him, as well as giants, Svaty started to become more and more stubborn; just like his father. After all their adventures together they decided to part ways when Svaty was still young, as Neznik felt that although Svaty was young, he was old enough to make his own decisions.

    After receiving Svaty at the age of 1 in the Underkeep, Neznik started planning his way down south as he wanted to search for anything of interest down in the Gap. Neznik realized though that the route he was taking was probably unsafe for the child, so he reconsidered and decided to stay in the Underkeep for a year or so, as that didn't require going anywhere. It was there that Neznik met an elf that helped him figure out the parenting thing out. Svaty doesn't remember, but the elf did care for him most the time while Neznik was out working with the crafting dwarves. After the first couple raids that these dwarves did against the populace of orcs and goblins, Neznik got disgusted and tired of it all and left with Svaty.

    At the age of 2, Neznik was taken to the forest of Ithilyn to repay the Elf that took care of Svaty during the time he was working in the Underkeep. They didn't stay too long, just long enough for Neznik to repay the Elf beyond words of gratitude. They went to the Elven stronghold, Lorelai, where Neznik helped with petty things for about half a year. After he repaid his debt to the Elf, Neznik asked for directions on a way down to Barvost area. The Elf warned him before giving "We don't go to Barvost, for good reason. You'll only find death there." Neznik reassured her though that he'd return safe and sound, even if it took decades for him to come back. With that, Neznik walked with Svaty south, leaving the confines of Ithilyn forest as well.
    A couple months later, Neznik and Svaty found their way to the lands between the two great forests of the Gap. It was there where Neznik settled down with Svaty a little while, and practiced what his Elven friend taught him about parenting. Neznik took a year to take care of Svaty, and by the time age of 3, Svaty was starting to walk on his own without falling. Soon after Neznik heard around the villages they were staying at that an outcast Rakshasa was tormenting the lands on the outskirts of Barvost. Neznik researched these creatures for a year or so, gathering information from every village in the area about them. Neznik learned that Rakshasa's were bipedal cat-like creatures that enslaved and altered life to serve them. They are all powerful sorcerers and each one controls a small army. They usually don't wear armor though, but the stronger ones can shapeshift. Neznik decided that killing this outcast would be near impossible alone, so he decided to gather people that were willing to take on this Rakshasa. 

    After Neznik gathered everyone and nailed down where exactly this Rakshasa could be, he got everyone together to face it, meanwhile Svaty was taken care of by an Elf yet again. This time though, Svaty had kids his own age to play with, half-elfs in fact. By the time Neznik and everyone got back, with casualties of course, Svaty was already almost 5 years old. It'd be nearly a year later, right before Svaty would turn six, where they'd leave the area.

    At the age of 6, Svaty was nearly killed by giant spiders from the outskirts of Barvost, a dark forest that was tainted by magics from battles that have come and gone. Luckily Svaty was saved by his father before the poison could kill him, after which they rested for an entire week under the care of a half-elf and an elf.  Ever since then, Svaty has been afraid of giant spiders, but enjoys killing the smaller kin. They recognized Neznik's name and were willing to help without strings attached.

    At the age of 8, Svaty's father taught him how to hold his own in battle, teaching him the basics of hand to hand combat, and teaching him to never be afraid of using his body as a weapon when needed. Svaty was taught how to grapple people properly, and to always bend with the knees; he picked up this training alot faster than any other. Finally he was taught how to fight with one handed weapons and a crossbow, but he struggled plenty on the crossbow. The one handed weapons training was successful, but he showed no remarkable progress; which is strange considering is hand to hand prowess.

    At the age of 10, Svaty was taught the history of the dwarves and learned how to speak Dwarven fluently. This was to make sure that any dwarf he met would know he was not just some half-breed, but also a powerful and well versed dwarf. It was around this same time that his father taught him crafting and how to find a good meal in the wild, as well as cook it. This was also around the same time that Svaty was attacked in his sleep, by what he doesn't know, all he knows is that his father saved him yet again. Ever since then, Svaty has slept with a weapon in hand and armor if possible, no matter how uncomfortable it was.

    At the age of 11, his father decided to make a name for himself by searching for the three true dragons left in the world. For almost an entire year, Svaty and his father looked for clues, listened to and read stories that involved these dragons. Along the way, Svaty began to study religions and asked his father about them. His father tried avoiding the subject, which lead to Svaty becoming interested in them by himself. He found one religion that he felt was a way to live by, one centered around the God Olidammara. By the time he was 12 Svaty became a cleric in training, all while keeping it hidden from his father. At the age of 13, while Svaty and his father were walking through the Gap to the Deadlands, they came across a village of half-dwarves. Both Svaty and his father were quite surprised, and chose to stay a day to rest and to examine the town further.

    It was a small town called Aged Terrace Town. It was in the middle of a savannah and low on supplies generally, it's amazing that the people decided to settle down on such an old road. Svaty decided to meet all the people there, make friends with some, while his father decided to see how much of the dwarven lifestyle they adopted. Svaty found a fellow Olidammara cleric, one much more experienced and decided to learn from her a bit more. Once it was time to leave, Svaty was torn between the two things he loved so dearly. Svaty came out to his father, telling him that he has been following Olidammara for quite some time, and asked if it was alright to stay a couple more days. His father, not very happy about it, decided to stay for a few more days. Once a week passed, and it was time to leave once again, his father gave him a choice.  

  He said "Son, you have grown into a strong man, and I want you to start making your own decisions now. I will not be staying here, but you may choose otherwise. These are your kin here, I understand your connection with this place; I won't hold it against you."

    Svaty didn't know what to say, he didn't want to let his father leave, but at the same time he felt that he has finally found a home to settle down in. "I think this stone was meant to rest in a warm light, I hope you can do the same too; father. This place is where I belong, I think, but I hope you do well in your search." Svaty told his father before parting. To this day, Svaty has not seen his father again, and believes he might have bitten more than he can chew.

    Now, over the course of 12 years, Svaty helped the village in more ways than one. He stayed with the woman who taught him the ways of Olidammara in more detail, even to the point of having an intimate relationship. They decided against becoming married though, and tried to keep their relationship more or less platonic; although they failed sometimes. Svaty learned how to make water for the well in the center of town, and tried to help with whatever was needed. Whether it was finding firewood at times, or hunting for game, Svaty was always more than happy to support the half-dwarf village. That was until humans came to live in town, supposedly the parents of a couple that lived there. Svaty and a couple other half-dwarves did not look kindly to the new visitors. This lead to petty pranks, led by Svaty, against the humans. His partner thought it immature however, and he tried to be more discreet with it. That was until the rag-tag team of racist half-dwarves decided to burn one of their houses down without Svaty's consent.

    Ever since then, Svaty tried to only show displeasure towards humans, choosing to not condone racism any further than that. For the most part he holds true to these ideals, and at the end of the 12 years of living in the village he decides to join a group that contained more humans than any other race. They said they were heading south, into the Gap and would appreciate the help. Svaty was more than happy to help them, and made quick friends with the half-elf of the group. The feeling he got from another adventure was so satisfying, it was like being close to his father again.
DnD Character Bio: Svaty Kamen
This is my character for a current D&D session with my friends, it's a Cleric that can pick up a 300+ pound zombie and break it's back. He's a Half-Dwarf that is racist against humans and is afraid of giant spiders. We have dubbed him the Cena Dwarf. He's more like an awkward mix between a Fighter and a Cleric, as he uses his strength more to overpower enemies with grapples rather than staying in the back healing everyone.

Edit: Added more to the opening paragraph and I shared more of what happened before the age of 6. Polishing will continue so stay tuned.

Edit 2: Added more involving ages 2 through 6, and polishing even further.

Edit 3: Made it connect better with Arradeth Crocus, seeing how she is the mystery Elf that took care of Svaty for the first year and met with Neznik in the second year.

Also, as another big thing to update, my Game Master posted the map for reference if you want to cross check what exactly Neznik did while traveling with Svaty. Just click… for the map.
    Arradeth was never an exceptional fighter in any right, most of her life was very humble and uncaring. She hunted when needed to, and gathered supplies just enough to help herself and maybe one other. It wasn't till an Elven commander noticed her potential as a Ranger that she lived this life style. By the time she was found by the commander, she was about 180 years old, but that didn't deter the commander at all.
    The only reason Commander Ranun noticed her at all was because the commander himself was hunting around the forest Ithilyn. When Ranun was about ready to kill a buck an arrow whizzed by his head, tearing through the air and finding it's mark perfectly at the neck of the buck. The commander looked to see where the arrow came from, he didn't even see Arradeth yet. So he looked carefully towards the general direction, and saw an outline of someone walking away. When he called out, Arradeth turned real quick before running, but in that split second he caught her face. Later on, Commander Ranun came to her home with the buck and gave it to her, telling Arradeth that it was her kill and therefore her's to keep. Arradeth graciously accepted the buck, and was about to excuse the commander before he offered her the job of a Ranger. Arradeth said she'd consider it and told him to leave, seemingly uninterested. For two years, Arradeth thought the commander forgot about the offer, or at least picked up her disinterest. After a while though she felt it was boring living the same life over and over again, and right when she was ready to go to the Elven stronghold to find Ranun, the commander came with a group of people. Ranun told her to come with them to help with a Rakshasa that has been terrorizing towns south of Ithilyn, near the forest Barvost. The commander also offered the training of being a Ranger on the way. Arradeth accepted, thinking it might benefit her to have some adventure of her own, just like her mother and father.
    On their way to Barvost, Arradeth showed great potential in archery and throwing weapons. So good was she, many considered her already a Ranger. The Ranger in their party that was training Arradeth said she'd pick up some of the true skills that came with being a Ranger in no time flat. Despite all that latent skill though, she didn't receive proper training before entering the forest of Barvost, where they met a powerful Rakshasa. The Rakshasa was a humanoid feline that could bend people's will with magic and controlled a small army. Each Rakshasa was generally the same, but they unknowingly attacked one of the stronger ones. The entire party struggled to get through to the stronghold the Rakshasa was in, tearing through all the enslaved and enhanced beings the Rakshasa controlled. By the time they reached the Rakshasa, about half their party was dead, and the only reason why Arradeth wasn't was because of the commander protecting her.
    The battle with the Rakshasa proved too much for the commander, Arradeth, and the Ranger. None of Arradeth's arrows were hitting their mark, and the commander was the only one seemingly doing anything against the beast. The Rakshasa simply deflected the arrows that the Ranger and Arradeth threw at it with some sort of magic. After some time, the Ranger was hit with a strong spell before Ranun could do anything to help him. The Rakshasa took a serious blow from the commander's rage, getting slashed across the left shoulder all the way down to the right leg. The Rakshasa didn't give up though, pushing the commander back with all it's strength. The Rakshasa took notice to a cowering Arradeth though, and smiled at the advantage. Casting the spell magic missiles, the Rakshasa aimed directly at Arradeth. The commander noticed quickly, and jumped in the way before Arradeth could be hit. Unfortunately, despite the effort, Arradeth was still hit by 3 of the 8 missiles. The blow stunned Arradeth more than anything, and by the time she got off the ground, the commander was getting executed by the Rakshasa. Before he died, he simply yelled "RUN!" to Arradeth. Arradeth blinked away from the execution and ran as far and fast as she could, when she determined her safety, she looked back at the top of the stronghold tower to see the Rakshasa looking down at her. She memorized every feature in that one second they shared eye contact, and she vowed to come back some day and end that Rakshasa herself. It took everything she had to get out of that forest alive, even after escaping the Rakshasa.
    After that day, Arradeth had frequent nightmares of the assault. She couldn't help but remember the face of the commander before getting obliterated, but since she didn't see the actual execution her imagination filled the blanks. Every time the nightmare came into her dreams, the commander died in a new creative way. One time he was destroyed by getting his head torn apart by the Rakshasa's bear hands. Another time he was executed by a point blank magic missile, and another time he had his mind shattered before being beheaded by a cleaver. She tortured herself mentally like this for years, refusing to return back home in such shambles. She roamed the outskirts of the Ithilyn forest, trying to find a purpose. For the long years of her life after that incident, she found herself at the bottom of a mug more times than she can count. She coped with the stress like this, drinking and drinking away her problems until the drunken habits washed over her and made the pain go away, although the anger stayed. She cursed herself for being weak at the time, and not being able to do anything. There was even a point in time she considered taking her own life, but whenever she held the knife in her hand to do it, all she can manage is a cut. She's since had those scars healed.
    Her days continued like that until one day a bard entered into a tavern alone with nothing but a violin in his hand and a pouch of gold around his waist. He yelled to everyone "Who wants free drinks!?" Everyone immediately cheered for the bard, except Arradeth who just acknowledged him with a look. After everyone got their rounds of drinks from the bard, everyone gave their attention to him and his performance. The melodic music he played started out as a sad tune, slowly with the violin and letting every note sink into the room. It seems it wasn't only Arradeth that felt the weight that the song brought to the room. Arradeth huddled over and tried to hide her face from everyone as she began to cry. Then the beat went through a transition that sounded like something curious, like someone looking for something. The bard made smooth, fast, and long notes now, giving more energy to the song, until finally the notes exploded into fast moving and energetic beat. Arradeth wiped away her tears as fast as she could and looked up to see everyone starting to clap to the beat and having fun.
    "Fun?" She whispered to herself, it has been years since she has last been happy. The feeling she got from the music was disorienting and strange. She smiled at the weird feeling that washed upon her and began to clap lightly. The bard kept playing, but noticed Arradeth in the corner of the room struggling to feel the song completely. The bard smiled and sped up the beat, giving a look that told Arradeth "I'm sure you can do better than that." People started saying sentences, one after another, never interrupting each other. It was like they were making a song together. Arradeth struggled, but eventually gave in to the good feeling and started having a good time herself. The festivities lasted the rest of the night.
    Afterwards, the bard took donations and was about to leave when Arradeth stopped him. "I-" She struggled to say, her mouth seemingly dry. The bard smiled and asked "You?" Arradeth swallowed and said "I can't thank you enough, this is the first time I've seen someone like you. May you tell me how to do something like that?" The bard raised an eyebrow. "You mean to tell you how to play music? I don't think I know how to answer that." The bard said honestly.
    "Just tell me something, I wouldn't want to waste such an experience by not learning how to remake it." Arradeth pleaded. The bard scratched his side burn and appeared to think. The bard was a white human with black hair and eyes. He had a small nose and a pronounced jawline, and wore worn down noble-esque clothes. "I can give you a flute and you can see how to use it, I always carry it just in case my violin breaks but I'd be more than happy to give it to you. Plus I can just make another one." The bard told Arradeth while taking out a metallic stick of some kind. The stick had multiple holes in it, and an ornate design of a branch twirling around with a leaf at the tip. "Here." He told Arredeth while giving it to her. She didn't grab it right away, but asked "How do I use it?"
    The bard laughed, "Ah foolish me, I forgot you are asking me for help not just an instrument. Come walk with me for a while and I'll show you." They walked through the small town they were in as he held the flute to his mouth, and put his hands to hold it at the base while keeping the flute perpendicular to his body. Arradeth watched his actions carefully to try and learn what was about to happen. She took mental notes of the position he was holding it in and all. Then he blew into the flute lightly and a whistling sound shot out of the flute. He turned to Arradeth so she can see better, and moved his hands across the holes just so Arradeth could see how the movements change the sounds. Arradeth was impressed with how simple the instrument looked. After he was done playing, and Arradeth observing, they reached the outskirts of the village and he gave her the flute. The bard stopped before reaching the edge of the village. "Now, it's your turn." He said to her with a smile. Arradeth took a deep breath and cleared her throat before putting her mouth to the flute.
    And music was actually coming out, on her first time. It appeared that Arradeth's observation skills paid off as she started to play simple melodies. The bard was impressed and smiled genuinely at her. "If you'd like, we can travel together and I can teach you much more than how to play an instrument." He told her, Arradeth tried to read his eyes to sense what he really wanted. Unfortunately, she didn't know who he was at all yet, which made it hard to read what he'd do as a person. "Yes, I'd like that very much." Arradeth said with a shy smile. The bard looked back to the tavern, "Did you have anything to bring?" He asked her. "No, I...I don't carry alot. Only daggers and a sickle from my days of farming." Arradeth answered plainly. She remembered the time during her two years of wallowing that she refused to look at her bow. Eventually she just broke it in two and threw it as far as she could.
    "Very well, shall we be off?" The bard asked Arradeth, she nodded and they moved out into the wilderness together. During their travels together the bard, whom she found out was named Daren, taught her how to be a bard rather than just a simple musician. She picked up quickly though and managed to learn some early spells without any problem, Daren blamed her elven heritage on that one. After a year of traveling together, Daren and Arradeth started to become more than friends. Although Arradeth tried to control herself, she cherished Daren's companionship too much to reject him. They saw many lands together in their two and a half years of travel, and it wasn't till Daren got injured when traversing the northern mountains that he wanted to settle down.
    Arradeth and Daren stayed together at a village in the mountains, with majority humans, for quite some time. Before Arradeth or Daren even knew it, another year passed, but Arradeth was getting impatient and wanted to continue her travels. Before she could tell Daren that she wanted to leave, Daren proposed to her with the same song he played when they first met. Arradeth was shocked, didn't know what to say even. After a long pause, Arradeth realized she couldn't say it to his face. Arradeth turned away and started crying. Her voice came out clearly still, as she told Daren in a slightly broken voice "No." With that single word, Arradeth broke his heart. She told Daren that she'd be leaving, but clarified that it was because of her want to leave and not his actions. Arradeth figured he didn't believe her, but that didn't matter. She slept with him for one more night, as a way of apologizing. In the morning, Arradeth was going to leave without a word to try and avoid anymore pleading or heartbreak. Unfortunately for her, Daren woke up first and was waiting for her. She apologized to him for the last time, he simply nodded his head and told her it was alright. Before she left, Arradeth kissed him one more time and promised to visit often. Daren forced a smile to see her off.
    Arradeth moved south, heading towards the Underkeep, considering heading back home after all these years. After a month or so however, she started feeling strange. She felt sick, but didn't really look the part. After another month of on and off awkward feelings, Arradeth noticed what was happening. She was pregnant. Arradeth considered her options, return to Daren and start a family, raise the child by herself on the road, or simply birth the child in a safe environment and leave Daren to take care of their child. She decided to go with the latter, and went into labor in the Underkeep. After she bore the child, she took care of her son in the Underkeep for a year. Arradeth decided to go with the name Ranun, as she remembers that being one of her close friends that died during the Barvost assault. She watched Ranun grow, noticing the parts that came from Daren, like the nose and jaw structure. Ranun's eyes, however, were Arradeth; they gleamed a bright emerald color. Arradeth didn't know why, but holding the child alone calmed her down tremendously; she supposed this is what it meant to be a mother.
    Once Arradeth felt like Ranun would survive the trip to Daren, she packed her bags and left the Underkeep and made it to Daren within the month. To her surprise, Daren still lived alone there, she thought he'd have found someone else by now. Daren was delighted to see her, and was pleasantly surprised to see Ranun. For a week, Arradeth stayed with Daren again, living with Ranun as a family. Daren asked her one night over a few mugs of ale and when Ranun was asleep, "Does this not feel natural?" Arradeth smiled, "I wouldn't say that, just different." "But imagine having a family like this, surely you must think marriage not a worse option over traveling now." Daren told her. Arradeth sighed, "I can't settled down yet, I have plenty of years to go, and so do you. We should be experiencing the world not staying in a small part of it." Arradeth told him with a half smile. "Perhaps, but this little bit is enough for me, especially if you are with me." Daren told her. Arradeth chuckled, "Such a foolish romantic you are, it's one of the things I've grown to love about you. Still, think of how much we have left to explore. Aster is but one of the lands, imagine the others!" Daren grumbled, "It's not fair that you get to run around while I now have a child to take care of." He told her. Arradeth looked deep into his onyx colored eyes. "You could come with me you know? Me, Ranun, and you, a wandering bard family." Arradeth offered. Daren rubbed his neck, "I can't travel that much because of my injury, if I'm moving somewhere it's going to be me staying at the destination for good." Daren told her with a sort of puzzled frown. Arradeth gave him a sad look, "Then I am truly sorry, but I will be leaving again." She told him.
    They talked a bit longer, about smaller things and what to do during the rest of the week. Arradeth made sure this time to not sleep with Daren, but instead her baby. During the week, Arradeth helped the village like she used to, gathering a hunting party to get the most food for everyone. She'd always be back by evening to take care of Ranun though. After the week of calm was over, Arradeth again declared she was leaving Daren. This time Daren didn't see the parting as somber, and hugged her before parting ways. Arradeth kissed Ranun goodbye, and continues to visit them every year or so.
    It was after this that Arradeth met Neznik, Svaty's father. It was also the time where Neznik received Svaty from a human woman that called herself Mara. Neznik and Arradeth met the day prior to Neznik getting Svaty, they became quick friends over massive mugs of ale. Unfortunately, Arradeth couldn't hold a candle to Neznik's drinking skills. When Arradeth meant to leave the Underkeep alone, Neznik found her again and pleaded to help him with his newly discovered Half-Dwarf son. It was then that Arradeth became the caretaker for Svaty for about a year. After a year of on and off annoyance of Neznik and Svaty, she told Neznik "I'm leaving, so you either leave too and take care of your son, or you continue your chores here and abandon him entirely." Neznik understood, and told her that she was sort of fed up with the place too. It was then that Arradeth parted ways for the first time.
    After that, Arradeth went to Daren and Ranun to see how they were doing, spent another week there, and then left to Ithilyn this time. For the first time in almost 10 years, Arradeth returned home. Everyone was surprised to see her, and asked where everyone else was. Arradeth explained that she was the only survivor and that she was too ashamed of her lack of experience to return. They understood, and offered her another chance to become a Ranger like she once trained for. Arradeth refused though, and instead thought it better to keep wandering. Some of her old elvish associates begged for her to stay a little longer though, so she decided to stay there for a year or so; helping with local farms and tavern entertainment. In that year, Neznik came by to repay the debt he felt he owed. So Neznik helped around the farms and hunting game with Arradeth. They shared stories that would later on shape Neznik's adventures. This included stories of dragons and the Rakshasa of Barvost from Arradeth, and from Neznik were the stories of Caius; a long since dead evil. They parted ways after about 6 months or so, Arradeth telling Neznik he repaid his debt, and warned him to never pursue the stories she shared. Neznik laughed off the warnings though, and went down to Barvost. Arradeth assumed he died there, but hopes Svaty survived some how.
    Then, about 23 years later to present day, Arradeth still roamed the lands and visited her son and Daren. Daren was much older now, reaching his mid life. Daren and Ranun moved down to be closer to Daren's familiar grounds, the northern territories of the Gap that were just inside of Mundus' lands. By this point, Ranun was about 26 years old, a year older than Svaty, and learned how to be a bard just like his parents. Ranun roams the territories of that area, although Arradeth told him a million times to stay away from Barvost at all cost. Ranun listened reluctantly, until hearing the story that Arradeth had to share, among other gruesome ones. Now Ranun stays away from that forest like the plague, but is still very much like Arradeth when it comes to wandering around. Ranun even has a little bit of a name going for himself in the area, being such a ladies man and all. Almost every woman in nearby villages know of him, all the younger ones fall for him immediately when they hear his impeccable voice. Daren on the other hand prefers to wait at his home for Arradeth to come, as he feels that his days of looking for women are over. No matter how hard Daren tried, he couldn't find a woman that made him as happy as Arradeth did. He still proposes to her every other year, but never expects a yes; nor does he get one. Arradeth, as of now, is leaving the Underkeep to see exactly what her family is up to again, since it's been almost a year since they last saw each other. Although it might take a month or so to get there, she doesn't mind the trip.
DnD Character Bio: Arradeth Crocus
This is an Elvish Bard with a True Neutral Alignment I thought up one day. She's starting off at 6th level because she's traveling around alone, and hopefully she has some pleasant adventures to tell you all in the future. ^^

Edit1: Fixed some loose grammar and added more details. Also the map of Aster is here as a reference, all hail the DM that put it on DA, and fml for forgetting it before.…

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