Lothiriel

Eladrin Bard

Lothiriel is an elven noble who fled her arranged marriage and oppressive father's rule. She left after a terrible argument with her father where she struck him (a treasonous act). She fled with a small group of loyal bodyguards and secured secret passage to Magnimar, the closest human city. After a year of dodging scouts sent to recover her, navigating Magnimarian intrigue, and generally being miserable in a big city, she moved to Sandpoint six years ago with her childhood bodyguard, Denaltus. When the Late Unpleasantness hit, Denaltus fell to Chopper's axe. Lothiriel has stayed in Sandpoint since, becoming good friends with Ameiko Kaijitsu, the owner of the Rusty Dragon. Ameiko covers her room and board in exchange for regular performances. It's a simple and uncomplicated life and she gets to put smiles on people's faces, but something is missing. Despite frequent suitors, Lothiriel hasn't taken fancy to anyone in Sandpoint. Perhaps she seeks companionship from someone with some fame, or the thirst for it; the kind of man she sings of in her songs. Perhaps she just longs to be the subject of heroic songs herself...

Thoughts on others:

• Astimar: Pretty gruff dwarf that left during Chopper's spree. Unfortunately, he was accused heavily by the Scarnettis and local thugs. He's back in town? I should say hello. I never thought he was guilty.
• BD-09: Curious intelligent golem, reportedly of ancient Thassilonian origin, that seems pretty harmless. He scared me when I first saw him. I was meditating at the old light and he wordlessly walked straight at me, that strange glow in his "eyes'. I have to admit, the plants growing out of him make him look less threatening. He helped Naffer Vosk dig all those graves for Chopper's victims. So many graves...
• Flamethistle: She's adorable, but she's going to get killed "borrowing" things from people, or casting "harmless" cantrips. She hangs onto every word of my stories. Every. Word.
• Magnus: The Old Dwarf and the Sea. I should write a story about that.... Magnus is the strangest dwarf I've seen. He and I get along pretty well, surprisingly. He looks after the natural world, loves the ocean, and we often spend time talking up at the Old Light.
• Muk: Poor Muk is the sweetest half-orc I've ever heard of. He's not very bright, but he shines when he tells his "shadow stories" - shadow puppets with small stone figures he carves. He's got a knack for storytelling, and he's one of my best patrons. I always know it will be a good night when Muk sits down for a show.