Regibast

## Character Introduction

I am Regibast. All my life my father has been trying to forge me. Hammer out the imperfections and perfect me and all my life I’ve resisted. He wants to make the perfect incanter out of me, the next Paladin of Order. I know myself too well. I will never be the face of order, my interests are too broad and my spirit too free. I would never want to find my success under someone else’s terms, I will be more than the legacy of a cold uncaring prick like Haldyrin.

I absorbed every bit of knowledge I could from him all the same and I spent every free moment seeking out knowledge he didn’t want me to have. His library is extensive, always was, as is his store of artifacts. I’ve spent a great deal of time sneaking around his estates, stealing books on subjects he’d deemed “unimportant” or “inferior.” That’s how I discovered Barding. It isn’t a secret among Incanters but it is truly dangerous. You can’t learn something never learned without harmonizing with a song of creation but to become a master over a song of creation, or even multiple songs of creation, capable of freely drawing their power without consequence would be to match or even surpass a Paladin.

Barding along with musical incantation absorbed my study from the moment I discovered them. During my father’s banquets I sought the study of a musician named Trent, who amazed me with his skill on the lute and the flute. From then on I sought to understand musical theory and the art of storytelling and songwriting.

I recognized the lute as resembling one of my father’s artifacts. It was many months of study before I worked up the courage to attempt anything on that artifact.

One day my father caught me attempting to harmonize with a song of creation through a song played on that old lute artifact. He immediately understood why I’d seemed distracted in my other studies and locked me in my room while he contemplated how to force me onto his intended path of learning. Little did he know exactly how much magic I’d taught myself and with a song I broke his magical wards placed upon my room. I ran away to seek my own fortunes and that’s the last I’ve spoken to him.

I spent some time in the city seeking new teachers. I had very little money and no way to make money. I managed to track down my original inspiration, Trent, who agreed to teach me music if I agreed to use my magical training to help him on an occasional job with the Cowl. It was through the Cowl that I came into contact with Varna the Boil. She was a failed bard, somebody who’d mutated and nearly succumbed before She was finally able to harness the power of a song of creation, the song of life. She offered to teach if I was willing to succeed in her passing. She and Trent had apparently been friends and was able to vouch for my ability to learn and give over to a song.

Varn had also been scouting a young lady named Purloin, who’d already begun mutating due to abuses in her youth. She recruited another enigma by the name of Frisk. The three of us learned to appreciate each other and work together as our own team bent on achieving each other’s interests.

Years passed and a sense of trust has been built between us. Varna passed early on but not before leaving us essential wisdom and clues about our goals. She showed me how to effectively harmonize and gave me access to her old study and laboratory. Her old space became the Mistake’s hideout.

I don’t entirely know what to think of my companions. I feel a loyalty to them but I’m not entirely sure where it comes from. I recognize them as equals to me, no one is more competent. I also can’t help but prod at Purloin constantly. I don’t know what I want from them but at least for now they have most of my confidence. I don’t talk to them about my father or my past. I think that keeps them from really opening up to me as well but that’s fine. There’s a sort of unspoken understanding. We’re all here because we’ve had dissatisfying lives and we’re better off making ourselves better together and coping in our own ways. Personally I find laughter is the best way to cope. I seldom laugh out of real joy but it brings a brightness to the world around me. It also ticks Purloin off to no end which brings its own satisfaction. Maybe one day I’ll see them as more than companions but not until I know why.

## Appearance

He has olive tone skin and sharp features. His face is framed by sideburns and spiky hair that seems designed to draw people's attention to his front.

## Powers/Skills

-Basic training in the songs of creation.

-Specializes in Musical Incantation and manipulating sensory information.

-Harmonizes with the Song of Order.

## Notable Possessions

##### The Clement Garb

A gift from his favorite tailor for curing his cursed cat. It was simply cut, fine purple, covered in silver and red embroidery. A maroon cloak buttoned underneath the collar and the inside of the lapel was covered in enchanter’s script. Tugging each side of the lapel and uttering the word "Clement" (The name of Tailor Trancy's cursed cat) causes the garb to transform. They transform from their normal vibrancy to a deep black.  The cloak shortens and his hood lowers so it conceals his eyes; his suit and pants harden and tighten around him til they are much the same as an assassin's leathers; and his coat becomes veil-like so it stretches like a shadow down to his knees. Every time it transforms, some heat is sucked out of the air surrounding it.