Ezruh is a Human man shaped much like a ripe pear with gentle blue eyes looking out of a face crinkled by good humor and a good heart. Dressed in a simple, unadorned tunic with wisps of grey hair flying whichever way the wind last blew, his sleeves are rolled up, revealing forearms corded with muscle and slim, strong hands shaped by his life's work.
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This card depicts Ezruh, leader of the Riverhaven Bard Guild. A faintly bemused expression creases his face as his blue eyes attempt to focus on a wildly gesticulating apprentice holding a poorly-dyed orange mandolin. Ezruh's hands and strong arms gently cover a leather-bound tome, guarding it against any damage from the apprentice's dripping instrument. Simon the cat sits on the floor licking clean one orange paw that contrasts with his otherwise black and white fur, obviously innocent of any involvement in the affair of the mandolin.
You see Guildleader Ezruh Matsham, a Human Bard.
Ezruh has crystal blue eyes. His grey hair is short and fine, and is worn loose. He has fair skin and a rotund build.
He is a bit over average height for a Human.
He is aged for a Human.
He is in good shape.
He is wearing a jadeite gwethdesuan, a kyanite gwethdesuan, a soft leather music bag, an ivory-inlaid double-stringed crossbow, a finely tailored shirt with rolled-up sleeves, a simple leather tunic, some pale grey trousers and some worn leather boots.
Was wrapped up in the event involving hooded figures and Medmaev. Was also the target of an assassination by the Hounds of Rutilor in 399 AV; he was struck down within his office in the Riverhaven guild hall for not "minding his own business".
- ?: Ezruh settles his frame more comfortably in his chair and pauses a moment before answering. "Throughout time, bards have been the mortar that kept our people and history intact. We have taught the people, soothed them when they were frightened and made them laugh when they would despair. We have always had the power with our gifts to raise kings to their thrones and topple those who were unworthy of them. We keep the heart of history safe." Ezruh gazes off into the distance and his eyes hold a glint of steel. "Not that we haven't had our own troubles. We allowed ourselves to believe too much in our own importance and when the Dragon Priests came, we didn't think anyone could threaten our place in the order of things. Then came Dzree and we lost the way."
- "There were those in the guild that said we should have fought the Priests...and some did. They died in droves." Ezruh sighs and turns his glance towards his hands. "The rest of us stole all the scrolls and books we could get our hands on and hid them in safe places throughout the lands. And then we hid our gifts and pretended to be farmers or traders until Dzree was dead and we could return to our calling...," Ezruh's voice trails off until the final words are nearly a mumble, "...hopefully wiser this time."