#mogensdreyer

Somewhere, in a small, rickety wooden puppet theater in front of a run-down shop, a presence stirs....

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! BEHOLD, FOR IT IS I, BOB, YOUR TERRIBLE AND VELVETY GOD!” It’s very strange, listening to Bob talk. The puppet moves and is animated, but the grating, borderline unbearable voice that comes out of it is everywhere and nowhere at once -- almost like it’s in your head.

The puppet waves its arms around in a circular, comically inaccurate rendition of a mage casting a scrying spell, beginning to speak as it adjusts the leather boot that serves as a hat on its head, and begins to speak in an almost musical limerick.

“There lives here a man named Boers,Who quite often visits the whores,On The Bronkrig fair,Near Haagstee Square,But don’t leave yet! I have more

This quest he provides,Requires a guide,And a half-elf named Ivan,Your life will enliven,If you go to him don’t be so snide.”

There’s a very brief pause as Bob questions his choice in bawdy poetry.

How long… how long had it been since he’d seen another like himself?

As far as he knew, he was one of the older half-Elves that traveled rather frequently—was he really that much of an outcast, a loner? While he knew of many humans, dwarves, halflings and dragonborn, he had yet to meet another that shared his own…unique situation, in more ways than one.

He was pretty sure there were more, but as to where they were? He really didn’t know where to start looking. Or did he?

His wandering had taken him deep into the forests near the place where he once called home, but there was neither hide nor hair of any other being in the area. Was he really wandering aimlessly, alone, throughout the world until his age finally caught up with him and he’d be able to see his mother again. But he didn’t exactly want to leave yet, at least not until he’d found his no-good Elf of a father and yelled at him for so many things, one of which was leaving him and his mother alone when he was still young…