Broichan

Broichan Leshyahen
Status
Race	Kaldar
Gender	Male
Guild	Bard
Instance	Prime

Appearance

You see Battle Chanter Broichan Leshyahen, a Kaldar.
He has gold-flecked moss-green eyes. His russet hair is shoulder length and thick, and is worn in a tousled mass of locks that tumbles over his shoulders. He has tanned skin and an athletic build.
He is a bit over average height for a Kaldar.
He has a long, neatly trimmed goatee.

He is wearing a wide leather headband with blackened knotwork embossment, a spiked iron earcuff crafted to resemble a tangled hedge of thorns, a white gold torq that cradles a malevolent black szeldite within a pair of ghastly hands, a diamond-shaped silver Bardic Spirit Knot pin, a tusk-studded rawhide baldric embossed with a Kaldar beneath a large ironwood tree, an oil-tanned dark leather vest laced with braided rawhide, a solid onyx bracelet mottled with deep veins of silver, an elegant leather belt embossed with a pattern of thorny vines, a coarse bearskin sporran with a bronze claw clasp, a silver-inlaid tankard, an ecru and black plaid kilt, a medium leather instrument case embellished with a cambrinth medallion, a silver-bound dark leather ankle sheath and a pair of steel-grey leather boots edged in black pard fur.

Baldric: Shrouded in mist, the white tree spreads its branches out wide to shelter the tall Kaldar, the silhouette of a planet embossed just behind it. Clasping the straps are twin buckles covered with metal sheets, both engraved with an image of the Ghostly Mistress Orisas clasping her Kaneija. The ivory tusks are carved to resemble those of a mammoth, set at even intervals along the straps.

Facts and Interests

Birthdate: Born on the 25th day of the 1st month of Akroeg the Ram in the year of the Crystal Snow Hare, 377 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. (Age 23)
Devotion: First and foremost, Broichan reveres the Ghostly Mistress Orisas, but has also found growing interest in the goddess Eylhaar.
Focus: Study of Nocturnes and Requiems, battle enchantes, the lines between the Plane of Abiding and the Void
Origins: The Arid Steppe
Weapons of Choice: Twohanded Edge, Heavy Edge, Light Thrown, Brawling

History

Broichan was born and raised on the Arid Steppe into a family headed by two Kaldaran emigrants from Albaria, his parents having followed Trimbolt and the rest of the Kaldar and Gnomes into Kermoria. His parents, having found that life amongst the Nomads was so similar to the rough, natural, and independent life that they sought, joined the tribes. And it was on the windswept plains that Broichan grew, learning the ways of the warrior from his mother and the history and spirit of his people from his father, a priest of Orisas and a fine warrior in his own right. From an early age, he was fascinated not just with the stories of the Gorbesh Empire and the origins of his people, but also with the stories shared by those of the other races around the bonfires. It was at such gatherings that he discovered his aptitude for the drum and the pipes and his ability to wind a captivating tale.
He had not ever truly considered a life away from the Steppe until his first journey to Hibarnhvidar with a trading party. Always ready to provide a rousting chant or story, he just so happened to be overhead by Guildleader Yaziyi. The Bard found that Broichan not only had the proclivity to perform as a member of the guild, but also a deep interest in the stories and histories of the land. Enthused at this opportunity, Broichan eventually convinced his parents of the honor to be had in gathering and spreading the knowledge of the past - even if there was to be magic involved. The oath he swore to his parents was that he would neglect neither his combat skills nor his family's long-standing devotion to Orisas.
With the aid of a friendly Gnomish Moon Mage, Broichan was able to return to the city when he could to further his training as an initiate to the guild. Having set upon this path, he worked hard to learn what tales he could from those in the tribes and focus his mind towards the new and wondrous art of the Bardic enchantes. However, it became apparent that it was time to travel forth from the Arid Steppe in search of new tales and a chance to gain honor all his own.