Race: Genasi, Air
Profession: Bard, Scribe, and Archivist
"It is Yew Knottme'ad, the ad is silent"
-Yew Knottme'ad
Along the coasts by the seas, Yew was born to a small community of those of the druid faith. After some centuries, some of the members were born as water or air genasi. They were considered gifted and blessed among the community. After sometime, those families eventually became head of a council of a circle of druids. Those that showed promised were trained as bards, ovates, and druids.
Other than the order, Yew has no blood kin. His mother died in childbirth, and his father was banished from the community for studying the arcane arts months before his birth. He was raised by the order of druids. Yew showing promise was trained in the bardic arts, learning stories and the basics of druidic magic. His love of animals made it easy to talk to them and learn their secrets and thoughts, and also is an avid reader.
Eventually this was one of the main reasons he wanted to leave his community, to learn more as there was such much knowledge out there. The order could tell that his father's curiosity ran deep in his blood, and thought it best for him to leave and report back his findings. They trusted Yew as they raised, and new from his objective point of view he would make the best decisions possible. He said his goodbye to the community and journeyed to nearest major town of Morning Glory. Along the way making friends with various animals who would eventually help to relay messages back home. Collect lore and sending back various notes of Teleportation Sigils.
Morning Glory is a port town, full of fisherman, peet and sheep farmers. He offered his services to various taverns and ins as an entertainer. His exotic looks and ability to ceaseless play got him stays at the finest establishments. Sociable he meet many an adventurer and heard of their tales, and he soon became someone to ask advice for since he did know a variety of topics and other legends. That is how he attracted Lord Ellis, a minor nobleman who saw him as a trophy. For the next couple of years he would be the paramour of Lord Ellis, studying with him and adventuring with him....only to end in heartache. As it would be expected, Lord Ellis soon found a new interest and love and discarded him. With a broken heart he wandered from town to town for a few months. Some people recall the sorrow-filled blue flutists, playing mournful tunes of longing and love by the sides of the road. It shook him so bad, that he never wants to talk about it anymore. Yew blames the situation on his open and trusting heart, which he has guarded against now.....as best as possible. Sadly... a genuine interest and a descent guy is easy to get him to do anything.
He eventually was invited by the the elves of Tel'ronthdil, which was a nomadic bardic college of magic. They were moved by his sorrow filled playing. For the next couple of years he studied with them and made many close...close...close..ahem..friends. They taught him the finer arts of swordsmanship, at least giving him and alternative to his ability to talk his way out of things.
Recently, after spending a few months among the town of Gnomenheim an odd party of adventurers attracted his attention. He decided to accompany them as they had the mark of fate on them, it would be rather interesting endeavor and a good story to tell.
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