Vilimzair Aralivar is a child of the ocean. Born over a century ago amid the bloody, splintered wreckage of a ship crushed by a mighty kraken’s tentacles, Vilimzair took his first breaths as the ship broke up around him and sharks worried the corpses of the dead and the near dead.
Days later, a passing merchantman discovered the infant alone in a small open boat bobbing amid the wreckage. There was no clue to his identity in the boat except for the name Vilimzair Aralivar daubed in blood on his blanket. Naked but for a shark tooth’s amulet hung around his neck, Vilimzair was near death.
With no other clue to his identity, his rescuers named him Vilimzair Aralivar (although in truth this could have been his father’s name, the name of the person to who the child should have been delivered and so on).
The merchantman—a kind, widower named Arun Barrolson—adopted the young elf and treated him as his own. For the first 20 years of his life Vilimzair lived with Arun aboard his ship Wave Strider and travelled widely. However, eventually Arun died of old age and his brother—jealous of the young elf’s place in Arun’s affections—cast Vilimzair out with little more than the clothes on his back.
Thus has Vilimzair wandered alone for decades. Never staying in one place for more than a few years, he has learnt much in his travels. He has held many jobs and learned many things including (but not limited to as he likes to tell anyone who will listen):
- A sailor
- A carpenter
- A scribe and cartographer
- A fisherman
- A rat catcher
- A crab fisher
- A fisherman
- A siege engineer
- A cook
- An acrobat in a traveling troupe of entertainers
- A circus entertainer
- And more!
Vilimzair travels light—not bothering with much in the way of possessions—but craves knowledge above all things. Two things particular intrigue Vilimzair: magic and song. While he has working knowledge of many things and many professions, he loves singing and knows a vast array of sea shanties and poems.
A nameless compulsion to wander the ocean drives him ever onwards and he has served as crew aboard many ships. The chance discovery of a book washed up on shore a year ago particularly intrigues him. Untitled, but with a ragged pale blue cover and pages treated to resist immersion in water the tome speaks to some primal fibre of his being. He believes the book to be a spellbook of unknown origin, but thus far it has resisted his attempts to unlock the secrets lurking within.
For the last few years, Vilimzair has been the leader of a band of roving performers. Under this protective wing and wise guidance, the Buccaneer Bards have become sought after performers. As the adventure begins, the troupe are coming to the end of their residency at the Formidable Maid in Port Peril…