Vale Moonwhisper

**Vale Moonwhisper** is a half-elven bard, part-time space cadet, full-time Boney M roadie, cigarette smoke teleporter extraordinaire, and can do long division on his fingers.

## Biography

### Background

**Biography:**

Vale grew up with his grandmother in the seaside city of Mythalian. It was a beautiful, picturesque place with breathtaking views of the ocean and surrounding countryside. Vale hated it there. It was a tourist destination and frequently played host to enormously rude, loud packs of people from every far flung corner of the continent. They all expected the local people to act pleased to see them. What did he care that they'd come for a holiday? He had things to do.

On the other hand, he adored his grandmother, Meriele. He had lived with her since his parents both vanished during a hunting trip when Vale was a very young boy. His grandmother's elven heritage allowed her to easily pass for his older sister to anyone who didn't know them well. She had all the energy and exuberance of a woman a quarter of her age, and delighted to tell him stories of the old days, and sing songs that had been passed down among their kin for thousands of years. Her memory was long, and her skill with music ran deep. Vale had what the elves might've called a 'character voice', and he was certainly unable to match the beauty and clarity of his grandmother, but for most he had a singular gift.

When Vale was a teenager he joined some local boys from his school in a band, Werewolf Sundae. This was simultaneously the coolest and lamest thing of all time. They were fledgling musicians with modest talent, but they made up for it with enthusiasm and energy. This was received in the local taverns with... extremely mixed appreciation, and they were frequently asked to not come back. This didn't bother him, and he found the disapproval of the masses made him feel empowered, rather than deterred.

Over time, the group went their separate ways, and Vale started playing gigs by himself. His music during this time evolved, and incorporated more of the folk music of the elves, and their stories, and combined them with some of the elements and techniques of other music styles he learned. He learned more from his grandmother, and their family's historic connection to the Goddess of the Moon, Sehanine. He came to pray to her in times of trouble, although his prays were never answered in the ways that were described in ancient days.

Recently, magic has returned to the world, and to his surprise, Vale is able to perform some smaller spells almost instinctively. But with this revelation came fear. The common people of the city had grown accustomed to a world without magic, and the people around the city that spontaneously displayed magic were treated with suspicion and in some cases, violence. Rumors of elven blade singers and tiefling warlocks, and things stranger still ran through Mythalian like wildfire. After a few weeks, the situation in the city took a turn for the worse. Vale and his grandmother decided it would be safer for him if he left the city for awhile until things cooled down. He packed his things and hit the road, seeking more favourable winds on the horizon.

## Quotations

* **Vale**: Career-wise, I'm just going to marry rich and design handbags.
* **Vale**: Usually designers just make stuff for me, but when I do buy clothes I'm a child's medium.
* **Vale**: There lived a man in Russia long ago...