Bard Skaldson, the Bard :tm: - Back Story

It was 3 weeks before pulling into Neverwinter harbor. 3 weeks are my only real memories. I get so introspective thinking on, what I can only imagine was, an interesting childhood that must have been mine. Although, I must say it is clear to me that I was destined to be a pirate. I took to the ship life, and the life of plunder, as naturally as a owlbear snaps the necks of Kobolds in its lair. Molossus, my Mastiff that accompanied me when the ship's captain found me, has done much to keep me company. He also has an uncannily strong intellect... for a dog.

Sometimes I remember flashes of grandiose encounters with celestials, and gods, but all I can think at these memories is that they clearly destined me for a life of piracy.

I have adopted a moral code, though, in my choices it seems. I can't seem to resist a need to revoke the right of evil to exist at every turn. It's an annoyance some days, and vindicating others. It's almost a compulsion. One I hate, and somehow feel comforted by.

We had some interesting travels these last few weeks, I'm glad to say we're reaching Neverwinter, however. Something about the mountains is screaming at me that I need to tend to it. I keep having dreams of freezing fire, and ancient beasts. I wish to return to the sea, but right now these adventures call to me!