Breyola Goldshade came from humble beginnings. She was born to a young halfling couple on the outskirts of a small farming town. Her parents owned a farm and grew swamp plants before selling them in town. Unfortunately, tragedy struck as she grew up. The poor town fell to ruin, causing the farm to loose customers as people moved out. To keep her family somewhat afloat, Breyola went into town and began working at a tavern where she met a traveling bard. This bard was quick to take her in and mentor her on a couple of instruments, mainly the viol. Before long, music became her escape and she quit her job at the tavern to become a bard herself. At eighteen, she was finally able to perform at an advanced enough level to continue her craft on her own. To celebrate her success, her bard mentor gifted her his viol before moving on and leaving the town. Breyola, meanwhile, moved out of her parents and into her own place.
Breyola continued to perform gigs on various instruments, her go to instrument being the viol. She sent a majority of her earnings back to her parents, only keeping enough to pay for her own essentials. One night, while she was sleeping, her beloved viol was taken from her apartment, the thief only leaving behind a broken sting. Determined to get it back, she sets off, traveling through cities and towns and performing on her spare instruments and student viol, all in search of her missing viol.
One morning, after drinking, dining, and performing at the Drunken Dragon while on her journey, Breyola meets a curious tiefling, a fiery elf, and a humble dwarf. After overhearing about goblin attacks and the need to form a party, the elf drags Breyola, the dwarf, and the tiefling into forming one. Follow this energetic group as they set out in this D&D Story.
Artemis that's my name. A Long long time ago a young elf prince gave it to me. He was the crowned elf prince of Mirkwood. His name Legolas he was a very kind young elf.
I had saved him from drowning when he was only 10, well looked 10 anyway. Since he is an elf they age very slowly just like my kind.
After I saved his life that day he wouldd often come see me. Each day just to learn about me and my race. Since we'll, im a mermaid. I'm the last of my kind. He and I grew up together and my feelings for him became one of love over time. I loved him but it was dangerous for me because mermaids can only love once.
If my heart breaks it will turn to stone and stop beating, it will grow old and cold and it will stop and never start again. My body will live but it would be a shell of a mer.
One day Legolas had come to see me by the river, he told me about a young she-elf named Tauriel. He told me about how he had feelings for her and how amazing she was. My heart hurt at those words. He had fallen for another. That day I told him I loved him and that I would never forget him.
Then I grabbed his face with my hands and kissed him. When I kissed him a tear slid down my cheek, when it hit the ground it turned into a white pearl. I kissed him because I loved him but when I kissed him I took away every memory of him and myself. I let go and put my necklace around his neck. It was a green stone with markings on it. We called it our hearts we would give it to the ones we love. I looked at him one last time before jumping back into the water leaving the one I love.