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Whether you find the Bard Raddosric sitting in the corner of a tavern or as a traveler along the road he usually has a song on his lips, a lute in his hands, and a sword strapped to his back. He features show his strong Oeridian bloodline. Raddosric is tall and well-muscled with a pleasant face covered with slicked back brown hair, worn in a ponytail, with grey eyes that seem to laugh at the world. Raddosric is usually adorned in leather armor and well-worn boots.

Raddosric is a bit of a cad fond of gaming, drinking and carousing. However there is more to him lurking below the surface, he is gregarious, perhaps a bit slow to trust, but good natured and sees everyone as a potential friend. He has a story for every occasion and he believes everyone has a story waiting to be told. He is a fierce defender of his friends but cares little about what others think. It's not that he doesn't care about others but he believes that his well-being takes priority over theirs. He is quick witted and, unfortunately, his mouth is equally as quick as his wit, which has gotten him into trouble on more than one occasion.

Raddosric's earliest memories are of music, the tone, pitch, and melody of his mother’s rich and vibrant voice lifted in song. But for him music was much more than a harmonious verse, music was alive, thick sensual, and intoxicating. Music was a mystical force that touched his soul to its very core, a thing of beauty. It wasn’t until he was about eight years old that he realized most people did not understand music in this way. It was true that most people enjoyed music, but they got the same enjoyment from watching a horse race or partaking of a fine meal. No for him music was pure joy and it was like a language that communicated with his very essence. It was this gift that led Raddosric on the path of a bard.

Raddosric was born and raised in the River Quarter of The Free City of Greyhawk by his parents Anguls and Selli. His father, Anguls, was the Captain of the River Boat which traversed up and down the Selintan River. He was known from Wooly Bay to the Nyr Dyv and all ports in-between as a shrewd bargainer and a man of his word. His father as a large man, with an even larger laugh, quiet and contemplative, and always restless on land. Selli his mother was… well she was magical. No matter the circumstances it seemed that she was always smiling, or humming or singing. It seemed as if she was always in a good mood. She possessed a gifted ear for music, writing her own songs as well as playing several different instruments. But most of all she enjoyed life and found joy even in the common drudgery of everyday life.

They were an affluent family and enjoyed the cosmopolitan lifestyle offered by the City known as the Gem of the Flanaess. Raddosric was apprenticed to his father with the goal of eventually taking over his father's vessel. It soon became clear to Raddosric that he was not meant to be a sailor. He was too much of a free spirit and life aboard the ship chaffed at him. Sailors were always scrubbing, hoisting, battening, and belaying. While he would rather be up in the crow’s nest imaging he was a Member of the Circle of Eight as the wind rushed through his hair. At sixteen he left his fathers vessel and took to the road, the only place one can truly learn to be a bard.

The hopeful bard traveled throughout the central Flanaess building his skill under several different mentors. Raddosric was left to their his devices to provide for himself, singing for his supper so to speak in various tavers that dot the land. Taverns! What alive, colorful, and vibrant places. Taverns were a place to forget about your troubles, a place to share a joke or a smoke, and there was always music to lift your spirits. Raddosric took to the lifestyle of living on the road like a fish to the water, taverns became a home away from home for him. When he wasn’t performing he could usually be found in some tavern with a drink, some cards, or a wench in his hands, or all three at once. He is heading to Homlet to earn some coin and hopefully pick up a new tale or two.