Valarin Amanodel

The bard of the party, Valarin, is a mandolin player and an herbalist. Valarin often threatens violence but has never killed anyone besides nine (9) Constructs and one (1) RAT FUCKING BASTARD MAN WHO DESERVED A FATE WORTH THAN DEATH. And one (1) zombie Moss

Before the Hornyboyz 2991-3012
Born on the 8th day of Konus, Valarin was abandoned in the Lethnass woods, where she grew up. She was raised by a local group of outlanders. These outlanders taught her how to remember geography, and much of what they know about nature and survival. It's here as well where she learned medicinal skills as well as her ability to move between different high places. She was mainly trained to be a guide through the woods, but found much more interest in music.

At sixteen she left the group to learn how to be a bard. In her training she learned Arcanic knowledge and gained an Affinity for flowers gaining the moniker “The Flower of Lethnass” among many Taverns in the area.

She moved to Zellivath in search of somewhere to call home, but found she can’t stay still for long.

Time with the Hornyboyz 3012-
We know all about this

The Moon Song
Give us your brave

O ye silent moon

Tell us to save

Old Nations Through Tune

Tell us of all

The nations you’ve slain

Through empty halls

Of Kings and Ordains

Tell me o moon

Can you remember

The world you’ve sewn

Through cold and Splendor

Or are you old

And Tir’d as the trees

We need you now

In times such as these

Ballad of the Infernal
With name of gods, Infernal Kin

I was left Lethhnassian

In the wood i call my home

That is where i’d start my tome

With mother fair Elven woman

I flower’d as her ‘eir summon

I knew not but what I must

To survive that dark forest

Through the wood I led many men

From Zellivath To Brelath Glen

I knew the paths and Narrows

Kept safe from beasts and arrows

I found myself singing old songs

Of ancient peoples and their wrongs

I knew i could not keep for long

With only my villages song

So out i went to Zellivath

Looking for my musical lath

There I met a man with Plea

To call him by Zygami

I learned in time, Carelessly

That he looked not for harmony

He named unto me Alhwaki

So I left him without his plea

Played i have in these drunken dens

In my mind it has made a cleanse

Of error in youth i knew not

Just what exactly he sought.

With name of gods, Infernal Kin

I was left Lethhnassian

In the wood i call my home

That is where i’d start my tome