04 Introduction: Kabyaar

I think it is due to take a tiny break and do a proper introduction.

My name is Kabyaar, at your service. Kab, to my friends. I have lots of those, as despite misunderstanding and prejudice, people are united by their love of music.

There was tragedy involved in the conditions of my birth, or, more exactly, the events preceding my birth. I never knew the name of my father, though after research into Orcish heritage I have learned the language so I could pronounce it. My human mother did not yield to him willingly, and cut him severely with a blade, which was one reason why his raid into the village was for the most part unsuccessful. The villagers were understandably rather upset as well, leading to father's severed head being mounted on a stake and his rotting corpse fed to the crows The sole legacy I got from him, aside of my greenish skin, is the weapon I wield - a huge double-ended ax with a blade at each end. Whatever else can be said about the orcs, it is a fine weapon, and I have put quite a bit of time and effort into mastering it.

However... despite the perceptions and expectations of most, I prefer not to use it in combat. To my experience, combat in general tends to be counter-productive. Usually, a song, a kind word, or sometimes an unkind word can solve things without violence, as can a bit of discretion of movement. Just - think about it. In the end of a battle, one side lays down on the ground, bleeding and possibly dying. Generally the winning side is wounded too in the process of the combat, and some of them may have died too. Resources have been expended by one or both sides, and the reason for the battle may have been lost from both. As such, the battle, glorious though it may have been.. proves pointless.

My name, in the language of those who raised me, means Poetry. Their wish is that I be a bard someday, making great tales to entertain and enlighten so that the word will be a better place. However... as it takes a while to master the art of the lute and the rhyme, I've started my career with less musical pursuits that enable me to stay alive until I do. People skills, discretion, entry and exit skills. All that speaks of my non-violent nature... I try hard to avoid killing people.

Unless they give me no choice. When that happens.. well.. I stop trying to avoid killing them. Some people are just beyond reason. Not many, but maybe a few.

Too bad my friend Drai feels differently about that. I'll need to tell you more about him someday.

But back to the tale. We had after some difficulty reached a clearing where a lonely tower-like hut stood... by all accounts, the place we had been looking for. The map given by the joker was obviously a joke.. ha ha... but we had a bird to follow, and traveling by foot, or paw (Rivyre), we finally found it.
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