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Megara Archend'ja


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a character in “Calisma”, as played by showers in april


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мεgαяα αяcнεи∂'נα


"I loved you wordlessly, without a hope,
By shyness tortured, or by jealousy.
I loved you with such tenderness and candor
And pray God grants you to be loved that way again.

Full Name: Megara Archend'ja
Nickname: Meg
Gender: Female
Age: 25 (technically 188)
Height: 5’6

Class Bard
Skills: As I traveled throughout the continent, gathering stories to tell the little ones in their villages looking for fun, I happened to stumble upon a merry creature with beautiful features, abandoned by the sorrowful side of a road by an owner no longer living in the arts, I supposed. At first glance, it seemed to be a lovely lute, one that many a bard like I would immediately recruit into our ranks. However, it turned out to be a foreign instrument from across the sea, one known by the name of Dombura, and it would turn out to be my greatest, sincerest, and closest companion -- and I must say that I have a knack of making her sing. Though my voice does not ring in the same tune and the same harmony, the stories I know and the stories I weave are greater than many, as I've come to believe in the words past audiences have told. I have been to many places, seen many things, and heard plenty of tales of women that wail or children that scale tall mountains -- I've always got a tale to tell. Though I do not really have any fighting abilities whatsoever, my knowledge is quite vast and I have yet to ever doubt it, assisted by an apt memory that has a habit of never forgetting the past century that I've lived.
Weakness(es): May be kept private if discussed with the GM.
Equipment: The life I live is not a luxurious one; a bard has no need of frivolous items that weigh him down a metric ton. I've not but the clothes on my weary back, accompanied by a dreary and colorless jug of wine -- a girl's always got time to drink some wine, I always say. A small sack for a change in clothes with a pouch of coins and extra room given to me by those that listen to my stories and woes, and last, but never the least, is my beautiful and darling Dombura, quite the beast for praise.

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Description: Though I have long forgone the obnoxious hat that other bards feel the need to don upon their heads, it is not to say that I do not obey the invisible rule book of my occupation. Intricately woven in the strands of my long, blond, and fair hair, are feathers that a god painted with no thought of whether or not it would match together with my golden locks. Eyes as warm as the earth below and brown as the lands I know show the curiosity held within, the knowledge that bubbles akin to a pitter-pattering pot about to overflow. I know not one a person that travels the sands without Mother Nature having a hand in developing the powerful muscles with which I stand upon. My legs are toned and hard as stone, though my arms have seen better days and have been in better shape. It is noticeable that my fingers are not the smoothest but most probably the coarsest, as I spend many hours – beside a flower, beneath the showers, outside towers – telling stories of normal men who guard their dens of love from the wrath above, or of heroes that die in deadly battles, devoting the deepest of their desires to die not in vain. My clothes comprise of shades of green waters that animals and children wade through – I suppose you can say, mayhaps, that that color is the uniform of us brilliant bards. However, rather than the tights that always find ways to tether themselves uncomfortably to my thighs, I prefer a simple skirt that flutters soundlessly and doesn’t imply a cut-off blood flow to my legs and toes.

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So begins...

Megara Archend'ja's Story


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Akdov Mur Character Portrait: Azevrec Character Portrait: Megara Archend'ja Character Portrait: Asla Somon
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“Now accept Deud as the supreme and One deity my child” Said the priest as he pushed the cup against the woman`s lips, she was crying and Akdov could only hope it was of joy, for he now knew that the pain was gone, kind as he and his religion were today was not the time to be gentle she had to drink the whole pint in one sip or the ritual would not please Deud and no healing would be done, but she did not waver she swallowed it whole and even coughed when she was finally done.
The crowd around them murmured a little while being awestruck by the little show that was going on

What’s next will leave them baffled

He stood up grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her to his gaze and then left her standing there, the whispers and talk began to increase and Akdov grinned “Look at the power of Deud simple folk, this woman had a broken leg yesterday and now she walks proudly thanks to the blessings of the lord!” the people looked at each other in astonishment, he turned to the woman and said in a tone in which only they could listen “Go child, go with the blessing of the one whom you have pleased with your devotion and joy and fear not for its loving gaze is set upon you keep pouring drinks to the thirsty in the Hurried Hag and Deud will be satisfied by your actions” she smiled and nodded as she ran away, she had not been able to run in weeks.
The crowd moved aside as he walked along and his acolyte was quick to join him “Most impressive priest” the young lad said, he was one of the few other members of the clergy of Deud in this heathen city of old “Do remember acolyte, that Deud will only care for those that bring joy to the great hall, that woman despite being of a foreign god had a lifestyle that pleased the lord and as such her body has mended, we are not miracle workers by any stretch we simply look over the flock and are blessed to mend their pains”

They arrived to their “church” a building half collapsed outside the city walls, it had been a farm before but lighting struck it and the family had been consumed in a fire, since none wanted to claim a cursed ground Akdov had been quick to move in and gear it to be a worthy place in which Deud might look and smile.

There were the few faithful and devout, they still did not number a hundred much to his dismay but the believers increased slowly but surely he went to the altar and gathered their attention “Believers!” he shouted and drew their looks “It is not the title a man holds or the one who sired him that Deud looks upon when it shares the blessings of joy” they looked uneasy, he had never addressed them like this before and change meant trouble “The noble king Errion is in need as you might know, yet cultists and priests of lesser gods have tried their methods and failed and now Deud looks to his priest on Paetax to deliver the solution to a man that keeps the peace that the lord cherishes so” he waved to his acolyte to get closer and tried to reassure the lad, he had a look on his face that made it clear that he would rather be anywhere but there his suspicion were correct, without Akdov to lead the Church he would have to begrudgingly step up as the priest of that sect “I present you to Azevrec he will lead the party in my absence and I ask you to support him in my stead for the path of Deud while merry is never easy”

Azevrec had drowned him with questions and doubts, the lad was regrettably not ready but few are when the time required them to step up, Akdov had told him to refer to the tome of truth for guidance and remember the trials and rituals of Deud to lead the guests of the lord`s party.
He finally arrived to the Black Vagabound and the barkeep recognized him “Vinny” he said as the man recognized him “Priest? We are not in serving hours I’m afraid” Akdov shook his head “Tis true I come here for a good drink but I`ve come here to assist the king as well” the barkeep, Vinny, laughed out loud “You assaulting the brewery to serve the king?” it was a shame that despite his work Deud was still not taken seriously “Aren’t you a funny one, get me a drink damn you!” the barkeep did as he was told and began combining a brew for the priest, he had apparently memorized his favorite.
He found that his favorite seat was occupied by a woman, if her hair was shorter, the armor heavier and a beard to cast no doubt one would easily mistake her for a pretty and attractive man, but a man nevertheless
Near the counter, a man that could have been mistaken for a shaggy dog if not for the size and the fact that he did not walked on all fours also could be found at the counter, they looked like a merry lot he sat between them in the counter “Don’t mind me” he looked around and was amused by the company
First he noticed the woman with the lute, he could swear he had seen her before maybe even last night; she was a newcomer to the bars of Paetax but won the patrons with her songs
There was the slim girl who seemed to be ignoring everything around her, she looked like a religious one and could be well in a deep prayer to her unworthy god, he would make an effort to show her the errors of those paths, starting by the fact that she was drinking water “Vinny, fetch that woman something to drink and put it on my tab”
He saw then a young woman who had yet to take a good bite out of life, she did not seemed to pay much mind to her mage seal, well after all concealing that was against the law, or was that only on Queran?
Then there were the remarkably unremarkable 3 lots that made Akdov clutch his coin purse to check if it was still there of it weighted the same, they looked like rogues or thieves in their shadowy figures and capacity to blend in made him uneasy, it was hard enough for a priest to get coin and to have these wicked fellows prey on honest men was something that he was not looking forward to traveling with.
Finally a man garbed so well that all he needed was a perfume and powered cheeks and maybe a pair of men behind him agreeing to everything he said in order to complete the set of rich and spoiled, this must be the one that promise all that gold, Akdov caught the cup that slid from the other corner of the counter and drank it in just one sip.

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