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13 posts. Alias of Jedoric.


Full Name

Jezalane Ki Nightfalcon

Race

Human

Classes/Levels

Bard 1

Gender

Female

Size

M

Age

18/32

Special Abilities

Bardic Knowledge, Bardic Performances

Alignment

CG (Detects as mildly Evil)

Deity

Lirr

Languages

Common, Elvish, Old Oeridian

Occupation

Bard

Strength 8
Dexterity 14
Constitution 10
Intelligence 14
Wisdom 10
Charisma 20

About Jezalane Ki Nightfalcon

Description:
Jezalane is a striking figure with her waist length snow white hair accented with a single, slim vein of ebony that trails down the right side. She often wears bluish-green cloths that bring out her emerald colored eyes. What jewelry she wears is simple, silver and exceptional.

Her voice is like a crystal clear mountain stream on a winters morning, pure with unsuspected depths. Despite it's operatic quality and range, it is often filled with Jezalane's laughter and joy of life. When performing her eyes seek to make contact with every member of the audiance so that she can draw them into the music.

Character Sheet:
Female human bard 1
Chaotic Good Humanoid (Human); Deity: Lirr; Age: 18/32;

Height: 5' 10" ; Weight: 140lb.; Eyes: Green; Hair: White with a black lock ; Skin: Fair

Str 8, Dex 12, Con 10, Int 14, Wis 10, Cha 20

Current Cash:

HP 9, AC 12, FF 10, T 12
Fort 0, Ref 4, Wil 2
CMB 9, CMD 11

Skill Name
Acrobatics 0/+2
Appraise 0/+2
Bluff 0/+5
Diplomacy 1/+9
Knowledge (geography) 1/+7
Knowledge (history)5/+7
Knowledge (local) 5/+7
Linguistics 3/+8
Perception 1/+4
Perform (sing) 1/+9
Perform (string) 1/+9
Profession (sailor)1/+4
Spellcraft 1/+6
Swim 1/+0
Use Magic Device 2/+14

Feats.
Extra Performance +6 rounds/day
Fast Learner +1 skill & +1 Hit point per level

Special Abilities
Masterwork Triple Time
Your lively cadence puts a spring in the step of weary marchers.

Bardic Performance 14 rnd/day
Bardic Knowledge

Tracked Resources
Bardic Performance (standard action, 14 rounds/day)

Languages

Common
Elven
Old Oeridian

Spells & Powers

Bard spells known (CL 5th; concentration +9)
Melee Touch -1 Ranged Touch +2

1st (5/day)(DC 16) Cure Light Wounds, Moment of Greatness
0th (at will) (DC 15) —detect magic, light, mending, prestidigitation

History:
Jezalane Ki Nightfalcon was one of the three scions of the Nightfalcon Merchant House. She was raised the indulged daughter of wealth and privilege and despite being given every social advantage and a great deal of pressure from her mother, she prefered to spend her days exploring the deep woods with an eye always on the next horizon to becoming a “Lady”.

Recognizing Jezalane was too obstinate to give into her mother’s desire, her father asked her Uncle Othlo to take her under his wing and so she set off on her first caravan. She traveled with him for a number of years, learning to be a factor for house Nightfalcon in many far off lands.

One winter evening their caravan was attacked and scattered. Left on her own and believing everyone dead, Jezalane was forced to continue the journey on her own. As she made her way back to the city Zelradton where Nightfalcons maintained a charter house. While staying there she fell in with a local band of adventurers. She discovered that she liked the life and set about making her name, exploring lost ruins.

One cold autumn, in a fallen tower of cyclopean origin she and her allies accidentally stumbled upon a priest of Mellifluer. The battle was brutal and bloody and in the end, they were forced to take their wounded and flee from the necromancer. Jezalane was amongst them.

Falling back to the city of Hexpools, her allies gathered what warriors they could along with all the guards the city could provide and returned to the ruins to drive out the necromancer

While her allies had been able to save her life and bring her back to with them, it cost her an eye and her leg. Sick from her wounds and cursing her fate, Jezalane took offence at a beggar obviously faking a missing limb and she assaulted him. Little did she know that the local beggars were devout worshippers of Zagig. In response to her actions, his priest called for her to be surrendered to face “justice”. She refused and was forced to try to flee the city.

Unfortunately she was quickly captured and taken to the secret underground temple of the mad deity. What wealth and equipment she had was given to the beggar she had injured but the priest demanded that she makes amends to Zagig as well. She couldn’t say what inspired her but she snatched up a dagger and cut her waist length hair and tossed it into the alter brazier.

The Insane God accepted her sacrifice and and more. By his grace she reborn whole in body. Whole in body but 14 years youngers. Despite still having the mind of a 24 year old woman, she found herself trapped in the body of a 10 year old girl. After that, she was given a bowl and set free. As she made her way back to her inn, every beggar in the city sought her out and and tossed a copper into her bowl as an act of devotion.

When her allies returned they took her to a priory of Lirr which the Nightfalcon Clan had sponsored, for care. It seemed that Zagig’s blessing/curse was irreversible but the Sisters agreed to take her in.

Whether it was because she no longer was the physically fearless girl she had been or Zagig had changed her in more than age, it soon became clear that she wasn’t destined for the physical life she had known before. After raging against the unfairness of everything that had happened, she came to realize that she no longer wanted that life. Crossing swords and losing limbs had lost it’s appeal.

It was with this revelation that she turned to the priory’s library. Over the next 8 years, she read every book that the sisters had. She also learned to sharpen her musical skills, now appreciating all the years her mother had made her spend practicing.

When she finished the last book, she took her leave from the sisters and lute in hand, went to explore the world. Traveling across the Azure Sea, the ship she was on was set upon and captured by pirates. She was given the choice of join or die, hence for a while she sailed under the skull and crossbones. While she found love in the arms of Avanestra, the first mate of the Wasp, it was clear she was unsuited for the buccaneers life so she returned to the mainland.

Lute in hand she made her way in the world, sharing songs and news for her supper. It was a hard life but she enjoyed it. While on a trade venture for her Uncle Othlo, she made her way to the elvish city Courwood and her life changed.

Staying at an inn called The Wayfairer’s Folly she saw an elvish musician played the most amazing music she had ever heard. Afterwards, Jezalane approached him and asked if he would teach her. He invited him to his home to display her abilities.

As it turned out, he was Brolentae Halfhanded, the elvish master of Song and Stars and his home seemed palatial even to one who had been raised in the extreme wealth of House Nightfalcon. Knowing who she was performing for, Jezalane was intimidated and it showed. He wasn’t impressed with her Lute playing. For the first time since she was six, when she sang “Amanas Desna” her voice crack. She was heart broken.

He thanked her and suggested some exercises but it was clear that she had failed. Brolentai invited her to lunch before she departed. Sitting with her, he stared into her eyes and recognized something in her and asked her to tell him how she came to be there.

Slowly she told him her tale. He listen carefully, only interrupting on rare occasion and to ask for specific information. When she finished he helped her put away her lute and that was when he noticed her fiddle. It was an old traveling instrument of little quality that her mother had given her when she was little and had hoped to turn her into a “proper lady”. Brolentai asked her about it and then asked her to play. She tried to explain that she wasn’t as good with the fiddle as she was with the instruments she had already failed to impress him with. Even so, he insisted.

She played a simple reel she had learned in the learned as her days as a bucuneer for no reason other than she liked the fingering. When she was done, Brolentae nodded.

“For a mortal you have considerable talent but you lack focus.” He said. “More to the point you let fear hold you back. When you had failed and could relax you told your story with a poetic passion I didn’t think you had and when you played the three razors (a song he never asked how she had learned) you evoked the sea and the wind. Even so, mortals lives are so short I have doubts that I can teach you more than the rudimentary skills need to create music but if you wish, I will try.”

With that sentence, her world changed

Now, six years later she has taken leave to practice and master the basic skills he taught her. His instructions were to play until her fingers bled in joy, her voice bewitched an angel and her words changed the world.

Poems:
to be listed

Song Book:
Listing of poems by other people and the name they are attributed to.

Walstret: All Stewart.
* Lyrics from The Haunted Stage is from "One Stage Before".