PCs:Eko
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| Race: Kenku |
| Classes: Bard |
| Guild affiliations: None |
| Most active on server: Wanders around |
| Contact: Leave a message |
History
Many years ago, when the demons were invading the surface lands and bringing bands of Kenku mercenaries with them, Eko first saw the sun. Terrified by the yawning space over his beak and the threat of having to fight some well armed, well equipped local heroes in these foreign lands, he made a plan to escape his Kenku war band, along with his friend and co-conspirator, Lraks.
The two made their escape - with the grace and skill of flat footed Kenku, leaving some of their former allies tied up, gagged, and blindfolded. Running off into the relatively unknown M'Chekian lands, and avoiding encountering any blood thirsty adventurers, the two found their way to Mikona.
Whilst there, they met a woman called Kaytza who was the high priestess in the temple of Kelvos. She took pity on the two runaways and, in exchange for some cleaning and menial duties around the temple, offered them a safe place to stay and a small income.
However, such an arrangement was not to last, as the two sought greater fortune and fame beyond the four walls of the temple. So it was that one bright spring morning, they left their home again, with not a word of farewell to the woman who had shown them such compassion.
Months passed, and months turned into years. Eko and Lraks spent much time in the forests of T'Nanshi, hiding as best they could, often moving around so as to throw anyone off their trail. They scavenged the from kills of the wild creatures of the forest, taking whatever they could through brute strength or force of personality.
Behaviour and appearance
Eko is a short and squat Kenku. His feathers are sleeky black with a beautiful rainbow shimmer to them if you happen to catch it at the right angle. He wears a mithril shirt, but it's usually covered up with layers of woolen and cloth rags, aiming at a simple appearance. He often struts around when noticing attention on him, but is quick to run away when confronted with danger, squawking and making all sorts of terrible screeches, whistles, trills and and squawks!
He carries a couple of spears across his back, and often cradles a simple wooden lute, crafted, by those with an eye to tell, by the Korred. At times, and especially when expecting danger, he wears a pair of goggles over his beak. When not wearing this helmet, his eyes are beady black orbs that watch you with signs of at least some intelligence.
At times he'll stop and take paper and crayons from his packs, scribbling simple depictions of situations or notable events that he's seen in his travels.
"Songs"
BLACK FOG OF DOOM!
You look out
You take care
Black fog is coming
So you beware
Shadow fog
Rises up on air
Them fog Shaahesk
Come outta nowhere!
Lizard strike
Lizard spear
You see shadow fog?
Don't go near!
Elves battle
Lizards die
Elves die too
DOOM FOG COMING FOR YOU!
Fog of DOOM
Fog of DEATH
You not go in!
Or it will get your breath!
Mages work
Magic spell
Send those foglizards
Away to hell
Shadowfog gone
Sucked away
Let elfs live
Another day
DOOM DRAGON
Dragon breathe!
Dragon roar!
Dragon fight!
Dragon claw!
DOOM DRAGON EAT YOU!
Lizards run
Lizards hide
Lizards chopped
Lizards fried
DOOM DRAGON SQUISH YOU!
Die die die die to DOOM DRAGON!
DOOOOOOOOOOM DRAGON
You see DOOM DRAGON
Die die die to DOOM DRAGON
DOOM DRAGON end of you!