Corvalor Qinleth

### Affiliation

Scriveners', Scribes', and Clerks' Guild of Waterdeep, New Olamn Bardic Education Centre.

## Physical Description

Corvalor has blond hair down to his shoulders, blue eyes and a little blond goatee. He is rather skinny for his 5'10", possibly because of his Elven heritage, or it could be because he prefers to read about things instead of doing them.

If anything, he appears to be a scoundrel, a bard of some sorts, maybe a scholar, or perhaps even a warrior. It is rather unclear, as he carries a holy book, a rapier, a shield, and a lute. A true jack of all trades, his traveling clothes are loosely fitted, and his equipment is somewhat decently kept. It's truly hard to pin him down on anything, something he hasn't achieved himself either.

## History

### Pre-Rift

Corvalor wasn't born to any wealthy family, but neither were they poor. His father worked for various guild halls, providing them with the many amenities and supplies that were needed. A merchant at heart, he was often out closing deals and organising caravans. His mother made coin as a bard at a local tavern, singing songs and spinning tall tales, which is how his parents met. A relatively boring half-elf couple in a rather calm household, producing several half-elf children, just one of the many families in Waterdeep.

Corvalor was a curious child, neither youngest or oldest, always desiring to know how things worked and then writing about it. Because of this, he became very proficient at writing, which honestly was the only thing he could truly focus on. His parents hoped he would focus more, or find something to truly interest him and thus sent him to the guard's scouting division. This made the household experience a (short) period of calm and peace, until Corvalor returned because he got bored. The Temple of Waukeen managed to hold his interest for a while, but he had too little interest in either gold or a merchant's life, and thus he departed them as well.

Even the New Olamn Bardic Centre could not hold the curious man's interest, although he did keep frequenting their library often, when he had to do research for some crazy new idea that had popped up in his head. Fortunately he had found work with the Calligrapher's Guild, who appreciated his quality of writing.... when he found the time to focus on that.

All through this time he found great joy in building contraptions and minor arcane items for anyone who would commission him for something that would allow him to research magic both arcane and divine. The non-boring parts of being a bard or cleric, so he would say, but which would often lead to explosions and odd happenstances. Such as being rifted to Daleos....

### Post-Rift

Corvalor got unceremoniously dumped in the Sanguine Helix, face planting on a rather sturdy oak table, sturdier than Corvalor at least. As luck would have it, several people were around to assist him in not nose-bleeding out on his very first day in Daleos.

He was told to go to the Town Hall, to get his bearings, but of course he got distracted by people at Osteria's notice board. This lead to him going on an adventure well before anyone even knew he was a new addition to the Rifter's ranks. Ever since, he has been dallying around the Helix and the Respite, in a constant whirlwind of distractions and new things to look at.

Such as the Osterian Local Rodent's migration patterns between parts of the city. Fascinating... truly, but hey , is that Rune Magic? Tell him more! Right after he researches these Redcap Boots.....