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Trally-Dao

Bardic Lorekeeper of Siv'en

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Tearen Wover

Description

APPEARANCE

Trally Dao (or simply Trally) has a shaggy, wizened appearance, even among other Satyrs. He has a long, pointed goatee, silvery-white hairs on his chest, arms and back, and his tawny goat legs are also flecked with hoary fuzz. His physique is somewhere between athletic and flabby, more noticeable since he is usually dressed only in a loose, fitting toga and leather satchel. He was probably a very trim and muscular faun in the past, but age has slowly caught up with him. He is short, at least by human standards, but often stands upon stumps or chairs to elevate himself for story telling.

HISTORY

Trally Dao has a long history, most of which involves directionless ambling, rabble rousing, and the sowing of many wild oats. None of it was particularly worth noting, at least in Trally's opinion, and in his old age he is more interested in keeping track of Gaia's history than is own. About twenty years ago, he settled down and built a small cottage in the Whispering Woods to hold his books and writing tools, along with a very substantial wine cellar and pantry. He now forays to and fro across the land in search of legends and lore, usually as part of Damionell's erstwhile warband, but sometimes on his own.



BIO
Age: 207
Race: Satyr
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 142 lbs.
Meta:
Conditions:
- Near Sighted
Strengths:
- Ram's Horns
- Immune to Enchantment
Weaknesses:
- Slow

ASSETS
Wealth: Well-Off
Land:
- Small House in Whispering Woods
Notable Equipment:
- Kukri
- Enchanted Pan Pipes
- Sling
- Notebook
Primary Skills:
- Music: Pipes
- Oratory
- Negotiation

So begins...

Trally-Dao's Story

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"There there my oversized fellow...your order will come." came a slightly wizened old voice accompanied by even more hoofbeats. An older looking satyr trailed in after Damionell, taking a wistful breath of the tavern's musky air. The Satyr strolled further inwards, the fire light flickering gently against the rims of his glasses as he withdrew a long pipe from his satchel and ignited it with a quick muttered spell. He puffed on the implement pensively before also taking a seat at the bar, slapping three empty wineskins onto the counter. "And I'd like all of these topped off, if you'd be so kind sir dwarf. A fine red will do, but I'd prefer a summer blush if you have it. As for the minotaur, he cares not for quality, only for quantity. Here." the Satyr finished, placing two silver on the counter.

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"Forgive my companion's stalwart ways, fair elf. They are hardened warriors, and dare not let their guards fall nor ego's waver. I..." said the Satyr, offering a deep bow, "...am Trally-Dao, scholar and bard of this travelling band. As for our bearings...well...it could be said we consider ourselves champions for all that is fey and wild, but to say so would discredit the glory of Damionell. He is simply a fine warrior who has found our cause worthy...though he is certainly no mere brute mercenary." the satyr said, rising back to a standing position with a slight huff. He took another pensive suck on his pipe before continuing.

"Regardless, we find ourselves between shady forests at this time, and found such opportunity as to spend on a night of civilized drinking. Such luxuries are scant in the wild." he said, his eyes glazing over whismically.

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"Marlish-ha. Silthen leth dren knet ahl?" the Satyr called over to the Centaur, in what Mel might possibly recognize as the Sylvan tongue. Marlish blinked slowly for a moment before responding.

"Krell shet Damionell-ha bel nat." he said, his dusky voice barely audible over the fire.

Trally nodded slightly before turning back to the dwarf. "The centaur will have what the minotaur is drinking, albeit in smaller portion. I flagon or two. I must admit, I've never seen the blasted colt drunk once in all the time I've known him." the Satyr said slowly, reaching around in his musty bag and tossing another copper onto the counter. I am sure your wine will suffice fine." the satyr said, helping himself to a quick swig. "Ah indeed! Who'd have guessed the earth-folk had such an affinity for the fruit of the vine. I'm impressed." Trally said, laughing in a goat-like manner.

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"Ah, you are doubtlessly a master of your trade and craft. 'Tis only suiting of the earth-folk. We fey have such a hard time focusing on anyone thing...though I suppose I've grown to be an exception to that precedent in my age, ahahehehh." Trally bleated again, taking another swig of his ale. He was old for a satyr, just over a century as it was, thus allowing him to begin to enjoy the finer things in life.

"What be your story, Elf?" the Satyr asked, sucking slowly on his long pipe.

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"Ah, indeed there comes a point where the life of high adventure loses it's flavor. Much like how the exotic taste of the cocoa bean can grate on the palette. Such closure to one's career is an ending happier than many can boast, besides." the Satyr laughed, sending a cloud of smoke into the air. Trally scratched his backside pensively for a few moments before taking another nursings sip of his new wine.

"What manner of hero were you then? A crafty huntsman? Perhaps a sly thief?" the Satyr asked. He'd been looking for material to make a new song out of; perhaps bar gossip was the place to find it.

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"Just as Druids find solace in their aestheticism, so too do priests find power in their worldliness. Blessed be druids for their service to Gaia, but I'd be the first to tell you they are, perhaps, a tad too dogmatic for their own good. Even more so than certain holy regimens demand." the Satyr chuckled slowly, drawing another puff of smoke into his lungs.

"What's your name then?"

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..."Bull. Patience." Trally added in hindsight at Damionell's curt demand. There was only one person on Gaia who dared give the minotaur lip, and that was Trally.

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Serratin Algorio sits at bar

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