History:
Varalis was an apprentice to a town moneylender/jeweller/silversmith/mage.
His
apprenticeship
finished some 6 months ago, but he stayed and has worked faithfully for
his mentor
and master Olyn Tam and his wife Keddi for some 7 years. Varalis at a
young age showed
aptitude at repairing items for his parents and friends. Unfortunately
his parents
were poor farmers and already had 3 sons who were working the farm. They
realised their
son had promise and apprenticed him to Olyn Tam for a large handcart of
firewood a
week.
Time passed and Varalis's natural talents along with some teaching, allowed
the small
store to become
quite profitable. Passing nobles often commissioned jewellery, collecting
them a season
later. Occasional young Varalis produced a minor work of art combining
his
gem-cutting
and silver-smithing to make ornate brooches, tiaras, chokers, rings and
earrings.
One such item
rests on his left ear, an ornate chain linked to the ear 3 times with 2
pearls
hanging from
an ornate braided chain.
Recently at the local inn, newcomers have been telling new tales of wonder,
magic and
might. The
uncomfortable urges have been causing Varalis to daydream, something his
Master Olyn
Tam has been dreading has started to occur. The seven-year itch. Varalis
is
still uncertain
what he wants or needs, but he is certain it involves moving on and
exploring for
a time. To help him deal with his dilemma, Olyn has given Varalis
several
letters of
introduction to the silversmiths and the mages guilds. Taking these letters
and
their blessings
Varalis has travelled to nearby city of Avalon. Before leaving his sleepy
township of
his birth Varalis refined and changed parts of his nature. He knew the
roads
were hard so
he hardened his appearance, like other adventurers he had seen frequent
the
tavern and
his mentors shop. One of the secrets of a good mage is surprise, his mentor
always stressed
surprise when in your favour is the strongest ally a man could ask for.
This evening
he sits in a tavern eating well and drinking an ale or two.
Appearance:
A horse whinnies and comes to a stop, a thud of boots and jingle of spurs
is then heard.
More footsteps, an even cadence to their step. The door swings open, a
silhouette
of a man medium build, a large stiff coat stops some foot from the ground.
A
hat graces
the strangers head, a broad flat brim with a square top. A Stetson you
have
heard them
called. He steps into the light, a light stumble of a day or two
covers his
chin, a broad
dark mustache and a dimple central to his chin is seen. A thin angular
nose
leads up to
a pair of piercing blue eyes. Striding to the bar an ale is ordered, the
jingle of
the spurs marks
his passage. The hat is placed casually on the bar, his hair is coppery,
shoulder length
and tied back with a piece of rawhide. A sign of elven ancestry is seen
with a pointing
of the ears. A distinctive item you notice of the newcomer is an earring,
chains secured
three times with a large pearl linked between. It is an exquisite piece
of
jewellery,
custom-made it seems. He turns from facing the bar, the coat drops away
revealing a
sturdy dagger in a sheath, and then a pair of bandollers crossing his chest,
many blades
rest within each. This stranger looks well armed and not afraid of his
surroundings.