Role

Chapter 1

I have been experiencing difficulties gaining repute in my guild.
The world of Thera is a dangerous one, and unfortunately, I rely
on atleast two other people to travel with me when we try to
impress out guildmasters to the point that they can find us
worthy enough to learn new skills. There just doesn't seem to be
suitable traveling partners around these days. I've time on my
side however, though I'm starting to grow impatient. There's big
things I long to do, but hope to get to the status of Hero in my
guild so that I may accomplish them.

In heavier news, the Heralds are starting to fall apart. I fear
it is because I haven't been around as much as I would like to be.
Life with my father will soon ease and once again I will be a
fixture at the inn, and hopefully will inspire a few young
performers to join our ranks. Lady Sessha has stepped down in
her old age. Damn the frailty of the human lifespan. I still
feel like there is so much I can learn from her, so much left to
say. I don't know if she would remember anything I said to her
anyways at this point. She reminds me of my human step-mother,
and reminds me to keep my heart to those who can share my near-
immortality. With that in mind I am saddened to hear of the
retirement of Dyenanie. She was a wild one, one I could have
loved, and though human, could have easily taken me from my fear
of losing a lover to old age. She had the ability to transform
into a lion! I was there when it happened. Such a fitting form
for her proud and noble spirit. My heart goes with her as she
departs the realms, never to return. I have heard also that
sweet Lucios, my brother and friend has retired as well. Not
even a word to the rest of us, being the man of many words, I
think he could have atleast afforded us that much. On the
Brightside, Zoel took his miserable life, perhaps now he lives
with the birds he was so passionate for. Eeroylin passed away
too, her body crushed by some vile perpetrator. Perhaps in death
she'll find the peace and the herem of eager gentlemen she so
desperately sought after. Thank Arvam that I did not fall in
love with that one. In love I am a vagabond, roaming from what
ever lady happens to afford me enough attention at the moment.
I refuse to gush over just anyone. Amaylee loves me I believe,
and truly I do her as well, though I'm not sure that I do in a
romantic sense. Dyenanie had the fire, Amaylee is beautiful
and was the right race, Sessha was everything I could dream for,
if only there could be one that mixed the graces of all three to
one perfect woman, she would know my love. I've time to find
her, for now, I'm quite happy playing the fop to the aristocracy
of Darsylon who invite me to sing at their weddings and dinner
parties.