Maeleve Fairlight

Aasimar / Bard

Submitted character story

You are the hero who chose the Silver Tongue because you already knew words could be both weapon and shield. The assistant who pulled you offstage, the trust you still held despite years of danger, that moment taught you who remains when the performance ends. You carry the weight of always being watched, always performing your safety into existence, never quite certain which face in the crowd means harm. They will remember you as the bard who survived not through volume but through knowing exactly when to speak and when to run.

Defining moment: I thought it would be a nightly performance like any other but a chance meeting with a seer shortly beforehand had me on edge, saying I was in danger. But I was always in danger, I had been for years now. I entered the tavern and waited behind the staging area for my cue to perform. A young elf assistant, one of the few people I still trusted in my life, fetched me to go play, waiting on the wings. I took the stage and sat down on the wooden chair and was about to play when a shot cracked. It only grazed my shoulder but I fell over from surprise. The assistant ran in and helped me out, and we stumbled out the back of the tavern where she begged me to run and save myself. So I did...

Already paid the price