Keeban Thistletop

Halfling / Bard

Submitted character story

You are the bard who turns battlefields into Rube Goldberg machines, because why swing a sword straight when you can improvise physics and friendship into ammunition. You rode into danger on Old Yost's Cart and faced the Iron Matron as The Bold Hero, proving you commit to the bit even when survival says otherwise. What brought you back from the dark was the memory of turning your own teammate into siege equipment, a moment of victory that cost you their trust. The party laughs when you laugh at the wrong moment, but they never see how often you're calculating whether the joke was worth what it burned. They will remember you as the one who won fights nobody else saw coming, and occasionally made enemies nobody intended.

Defining moment: “There was this one time my party was fighting a bunch of Dragon cultists. I cast Prestidigitation to create a slingshot on Zarissa’s horns. Zarissa was our party tiefling. Then, I used Mage Hand to launch a vial of Petrify from the slingshot at the cultist leader. Zarissa wasn’t very happy with me. At. All. After that.”

Laughs at the wrong moment