Chisar Clementes

## The Satirist

Chisar Clementes of Kelenor is a preening, verbose but well-intentioned writer and poet originally hailing from Kelenor, capital of Hilden. Circumstances have found the satirist in the small burgs and villages outside the bounds of the capital in the hinterlands near the border of Kotesh.

Formerly a biting satirist and poet with patrons among the senate as well as the common people, Chisar Chelminies of Kelenor ruffled far too many feathers of far too fancy birds.

## His History

A gripping sonnet of a Senator's wife sleeping with a handsome strapping stablehand, and their star crossed love, crossed top many lines, three years back.  Senator Regin, an ignorant man at the best of times, was infuriated to discover the depiction of "Madam Cleona" being far too like his young wife Melaine.  When he discovered Melaine did indeed have a powerful interest in their groom Kurt, and that everyone in the nation seemed to know but him, and were all laughing Regin denounced the satirist.  The denunciation led to others, as whispers of biting critiques of various public officials became obvious in his work.  Alas, it is the fate of those at the top, the have naught but to fall.

Chisar Chelminies has lost his grace, and as such his clout.  Not without a kindly heart the huffy Chisar befriended Lorene, a courtesan and chiefly concubine to one Sephis Berain, a well established and connected bureaucrat in Kelenor.  Lorene and Sephis had been an item for several years, at the quiet acquiescence of Sond Berain, the bitter and distant wife of Sephis, and of a well-to-do line.  Sond was content to maintain her privilege, privacy and to have her son by Berain, but found him as intolerable as Lorene found him tender.  Lorene, connected so deeply, was a muse to Chisar, both in the poetic and informational.  Sadly, Chisar's fall had had severe repercussions.  Lorene's part in the matter was uncovered as uncomfortable truths surfaced, and Sond, unwilling to have the illusion of her happy marriage sundered, cast her to the wolves.  Lorene fled to the front lines, desperately trying to maintain a livelihood as a prostitute or so Chisar had thought.

## Chisar's Concern

Drinking himself to a stupor to escape his pain the poet had sat in the small towns of the west scraping out a living writing and copying texts for Ennean scholars.  His guilt over his muse's fall are at him.  Then he received a letter from a friend.  The fellow, Duncan of the Bay from Lugen, had been traveling not far from Chisar on business.  He had run in upon one of the peculiar cults afoot, religions that had so recently sprung up.  He had meant to sell them Lugener Ale, and perhaps to create a permanent custom, but the peculiar cult decried alcohol and other impurities.

Duncan, disgusted at their absurdities and the incorrect info he'd received on the religion's desire for his trade was ready to leave, and was doing so when he saw a robed figure being led along by a gaggle of women, fawning over and attempting to indoctrinate none other than Chisar's sacred goddess, Lorene.

Coming out of a months long drunk, sobered by his concern for Lorene, but hardly fighting fit after nearly a year of self-abuse, Chisar is desperate and looking for able-bodied *and* circumspect people to investigate these weirdos.

## Chisar's Adventures

With a bit of push by Leon Phelps Chisar recently left for Hedgewarder Neem in the company of a number of adventurers on the search for Lorene. The poet has seen himself singing of a new Kelnorian hero, as well as doing battle with a terrible Fear Dearg menace outside the reaches of Neem. Who knows what sort of danger he shall find?

### Takvor's notes

Chisar is a fool when asked a direct question he will go on about things not asked. A simple question of what do you have to offer once turned into a 30 min talking session of some woman yet no mention of what would be offered for the job.