| Full Name |
Johnny Bugle |
| Race |
Human |
| Classes/Levels |
Bard 1 |
| Gender |
Male |
About Johnny Bugle
"My real name is Jonathan Westmoreland III, but most folks call me Johnny Bugle, on account of this." He holds up a military issue bugle, which still bears the inscription - Andoran 5th Light Infantry. "Now, people may tell you that the bugler is just a pretty boy, not a real soldier. It is true that I'm a handsome fellow, but I'm also every bit a fighting man of the Andoran military! I'm just as much in the middle of the fighting, only I'm drawing a LOT of attention to myself, and this thing makes a pretty worthless shield when some Chelaxian slaver is trying to gut you."
"Well, I was a fighting man of the Andoran military." He gives a sigh before continuing his tale. "You see Andoran likes to pride itself as the land of the common man. Democracy! Equality! Freedom! Except when it comes to the affections of General Naran's daughter - in that case, we are still sadly divided between the haves and the have nots. Since I HAVE NOT a large pile of money (my grandparents lost everything but their lives under the People's Revolt), then I also HAVE NOT the affections of the young Ms. Naran. I HAVE been dispatched to the Pathfinder Society along with the General's passionate hopes that I should be devoured by some wild beastie with too many teeth."
That's cool with me, though. I've grown rather fond of the Pathfinders. They don't wake you up at dawn for parade review nearly as much! Even that crazy old guy, Dreng - if he wakes you up in the middle of the night, at least he's got some real work to do. He's not just going to make you march to the end of the barracks and back, and check if your boots are polished. And it's not like I've spent the whole time pining for the General's daughter, neither. There's some good looking ladies in the Pathfinders, may Calistria pinch my ass if I'm lying! If I find the right girl for me, I'm thinking we might settle down and run a Pathfinder Lodge, like the Heidmarches, some day." He gets a far away look in his eyes. It is unclear if he is daydreaming about attractive female Pathfinders, or the prospect of overseeing a Pathfinder Lodge . . .
