Description

Brotherhood of Tales

Indoctrination Calavacas: To those who do not know much about the organization it would seem to be nothing more than a group of joyous wizards, Lorekeepers, Storytellers, Bards, and even the occasional sword and low folk. In truth the society from the outside and a little deeper is nothing more than that and even few are permitted to know the truth that was discovered so long ago. Those who make it within the organization are subjected to guild ranks and dues. It is common knowledge, though still debatable, that the head and founder of the Brotherhood of Tales is a Copper Dragon who hides among its members but only the inner circle know who this beast truly is. Those who wish to join must be a knowledgeable individual and able to pace a week long test of grueling information.

But who better than to describe as part of the guild than Poor Sighard, a lowmember of the guild but a member who has a few cards up his sleeves that gives him a little intrigue.

Basics -

First name: Sighard
Middle name: Halt
Last name: ironshod.
Gender: Male.
Race: Sun Elf.
Nationality:
Age: 89
Birthplace: Gaia
Current residence: Skyfall Citadel.

Appearance -

Height: 5’8”
Weight: 159 lbs.
Build: Light and wiry.
Handedness: Ambidextrous.
Blemishes/Birthmarks: No blemishes or even a birthmark.
Scars: None.
Bodily flaws/disfigurements: None.
Tattoos: None.
Piercings:None.
Hair color: Blonde.
Style/Length: medium length and loose.
Eye color: Green.
Changes: None.
Disabilities: None.
Wear: None.
Jewelry: A single earring which is made of a band of ebony wood with a sapphire gem intrecetly placed into the band sits upon his right ear.
Accessories:

Personal –

Guilty pleasures: sweets.
Darkest secrets: I am the Copper Dragon.
Goals: To keep collected the knowledge of the world and telling the most fascinating story.
Desires: Not listed.
Wishes: “I wish I could tell you what I would wish for.”
Religious beliefs/preference: IO.
Sexual orientation: Bisexual.
Preference: Neither.
Friends:
Close friends:
Deceased friends:
Family: N/A
Close family: N/A
Deceased family: N/A
Current companions:
Deceased companions:
Pets: None.
Current occupation: Master Storyteller of the low craftsman
Position: Layman.
Experience (Job/Profession wise): Sighard has done prefesional scribe work in the past and sometimes acts as a librarian for the halls of history.
Personal background: (Coming Soon)

So begins...

The Brotherhood of Tales's Story

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Setting

The Dwarven Stout

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Character Portrait: The Brotherhood of Tales

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#2012-09-03 05:00:03, as written by Marcus

David stood up from his seat only to ghost his way past the crowds and by the guards while a young elvish looking man pushed his way in past the same guards and into the tavern just to smile as he saw the crowd of people within laughing and applauding as the man wearing the dark get up looking to be the master thief himself.

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The Dwarven Stout

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#2012-09-03 05:11:20, as written by Marcus

Sighard was so amazed at how friendly the people of the tavern were but he expected only the best in his travels to collect tall tales and bits of history for his organization. The sun elf just began to laugh and clap while he moved his way over to the bar counter only to place in an order of silverwood wine, a house specialty.

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The Dwarven Stout

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#2012-09-03 05:24:05, as written by Marcus

The sun elf had not even seen the master thief coming, or the big old smooch, or the fact that he was tossed into a table filled with angry card players. Hfahn simply reached underneath the counter as the officers rushed in to try and catch the thief only to produce a rather menacing looking walking axe he had used so many years ago. "Enough!" Hfahn shouted as the crowd went silent. The shadow stealer had gotten away and the dwarf was rather pissed. "You men chase after the yellow bastard and return to your lords and ladies and inform them that my tavern is not some hunting grounds for them." Hfahn spoke firmly as he glared at the angry card players and helped the poor elven lad off the ground.