Kerubiel the Grand Master of Artistry

Title History

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Chapter 4

The many guildmasters of Thera took note of the natural aptitude Kay had to
sing of choirs and other songs. It was clear that a truly special soul
inhabited him. As his talents grew in music, so to did Kerubiel's soul burn
stronger, and others took note, as his personality began to seem a little
off.

Kay could be overheard talking, even arguing with himself. His songs could
even exhibit a disjointed nature as soothing lyrics were over powered by
harsh instrumentation. These were just outward glimpses of an inner struggle
between the angelic soul and human host.

Overtime though, Kay began to yield to the sublime power of Kerubiel. How
could a humble orphan ever combat the maestro of the Cherubim? With this
acquiesce he began to grow more violent as the angels wrath lashed out.

This wrath, though, did not find a target in what Jolinar and others would
have thought. It was not on the prime plan to reap vengeance upon the morally
wicked, rather the first victim to fall was a svirfneblin magi by the name of
Arikom.

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Chapter 3

Nearly another decade passed in StrongHammers forge and the weaponsmithing
craft started to come naturally to Kay. By now the humming and tunes
emanating from Kay drew in nearly as many customers as the fine whitesteel
wares laid out on the sales counters and racks. These songs and diddys had
not ever been heard before, generated in time with the natural sounds of the
forge.

One day a finely dressed man was strolling by and heard such lovely music
being made. As a tavernkeep, he was not a usual patron of the weaponsmith.
But being a connoisseur of fine music, he poked his head in, to lay witness
to the compositions coming from the back room. In hushed tones, Baladrad the
Boistrous and Gaberdine conversed and eventually the large man produce an
equally large purse was as evidence, for it swiftly went back into a belt
pouch from whence it came.

Gaberdine StrongHammer summoned Kay, named such as the eleventh orphan in
Jolinar's care, from his duties in the forge. Even through the grime and
soot of the forge, his hair and skin shone brightly.

"Boy, zis be Baladrad, owner of ze Knight's Crest where zem Jingle Foot
taken up residence and made ah Bard's Guild. We been ah talkin, and yer
talents be too valuable to be forgebound fer life. Baladrad here be wantin ta
patron yer, send yet ta school or somesuch... Or whatever them singer's do
for formal training. What say yer?"

Taken a back by this sudden opportunity to change his life, Kay was stunned,
and for the first time was left speechless. Unsure if it was even an option
to remain, he quietly consented to enter the Academy.

Role

Chapter 2

An unusual sound could be heard coming out of the back of StrongHammer's
forge. A light whistling could be heard carrying through the rhythm of the
bellows and steady beat of the pinging hammers. Gamberdine StrongHammer
strained to control herself, to keep from hitting Kay upside the head. She
had to remind herself taking in the orphan was making even for a favor she
owed Jolinar. She also could not deny the tireless abandon this young human
had for apprenticing the forge.

At the age of seven though, Gamberdine began to notice a difference. The
night of his sixth birthday, the boy had an extremely restless night, and
each night grew more and more uneasy. Sometime in his sixth year, Gamberdine
had decided Kay could not longer apprentice there, as his nights were
beginning to ware on her sleep, and affecting safety and effectiveness of the
forge. She would see the boy through to his seventh birthday, and then return
him to the orphanage. On the eve of his seventh birthday, as if a great
burden had been lifted, Kay slept serenely through the night.

Still Gamberdine StrongHammer was resolute in her decision and ready to march
him back to the Avenue of Faith. Then the sun parted, and the surly dwarf was
the first to witness the new visage was upon the boy. Never before did his
fiery golden orbs. After consulting with Jolinar, it was determined the best
course of action was for Kay to remain with Strong Hammer for the mean time.
Jolinar's advice was that something within the forge awoken a great potency
that should not be tampered with.

Role

Chapter 1

Somewhere between fire and lightning is where my dreams start. An unbound and
immeasurable being, sound emanating from which can only be described as
something akin to the crackling of a smoldering embers to reverberating roll
of thunder, the whooshing of bellows to the sharp crack of a bull whip.
Perhaps the only true description of Kerubiel was through smell, as the only
constant was the smell of ozone.

As this being morphed dimming and bursting back forth in an intensity of
light, a heavenly choir responded as if to a maestros baton. This choir
was comprised of unimaginable beings, with a multitude of faces, some of an
ox, others a lion, here a man, and there an eagle, each roaring, bellowing,
screeching, and singing praises to the most holy.

Suddenly, a dark rift, a kind most feared in Elysium appeared. Angelkind had
grown accustomed to such vortexes appearing, and with an undeniable suction,
rip from the lands select angels. None knew from whence the rift appeared,
nor did any know where the angels disappeared to. But none could deny it when
it came. This was unnatural channel was vastly different than the gentle
beckoning of a magi, which most angels returned from.

My fantastic dream swiftly turned into a nightmare. One moment glory and
harmony was sung with ease and delight, the next, I felt myself being drawn
into the void. As my form writhed with all its fury, the Choir of Cherubim
turned to cacophony. The plains of Elysium, where no shadow exists, was
rapidly replaced with an inky blackness, which my own inner light could
scarcely penetrate.

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