Adorned in outfits befitting an eccentric noble, Severance Pittspouch is an animated skeleton held together with Roots' blood magic and the desire to be more in death than he ever was in life.
An extremely talented musician and performer, Severance exudes potent, magical charisma. It is unfortunate, then, that he is the patron saint of Minor Chaos.
The light of the moon illuminates the landscape. You're standing near a lake. You're cold. You feel too much. You look down at the hands gripping yours. Pale skin, red fingernails. You look up into her eyes. Seeking but never finding. In the reflection of her crimson eyes, you can see a crown of lightning on your head. Roots finally looks down as if noticing you. Her face a contorted mask of pain and surprise.
Her head is sheared off. Blood drenches you and paints the lake with the last remnant of her life. Her body crumples silently to the ground.
"No, please. I just found you. Don't leave me." Minevrast's voice echoes through you, creating ripples on the bloody lake. "DON’T LEAVE ME"
You reach for her and a burst of lightning echoes in your head. You're sitting on the edge of a clocktower, overlooking all of the shadowed land of The Vale. Music from the town square drifts up, the sounds almost forgotten by the time they reach you. You turn and see her. She's smiling. Her hair a dark brown, eyes the color of the sky. "It's been so long. I had forgotten what it all feels like, Riley." You take Roots' hand in yours. She turns her face towards yours, illuminated blue by the glow of the lightning crown on your head, and you can feel your heart beat faster.
Musician, Lyricist, Actor, Charmer Extraordinaire, Roots Riler, Adventurer
Indeterminate
Skeleton
College of Whispers Bard
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Grace the stage
Hold your mark
Open the breast, release the lark
Cast in shadow
A light that is stark
It's not the soul that fears the dark
Within a time
A face to admire
Malformed by what did transpire
Dug into the muck
And deep in the briar
Sought out the grace of a persuasive liar
Initiative to act
A force did embark
To snuff out the light, and disperse the dark
A'Top the stage
There is a hark
The Lady has come to devour the lark.