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Come for the adventure, stay for the memories. This is a role-play-based account, focusing on the adventures of Seluna, the Unforgivable Bard, and will be constantly updating as her story progresses.
I do paragraph to multi-paragraph as a writing style, my weakness being combat and more focused on the story aspect. I am very open to constructive criticism; I'm always learning something new.

I am not opposed to making friends outside of this; just like everyone else.

I'm here to play nice, till I'm not.

My inbox is always open for a quick chat, story idea, or even a hello.
At the end of the day, we're all here to have fun and get away from the things that fuck with us; right?
If interested, you can find out more about Seluna herself in the About tab.
Happy Hunting.


Deep within the wooded surroundings of Balder's Gate, there is an imposing manor that stands tall, with grand pillars made of marble piercing through the treetops. This place is where the affluent come to engage in shady deals, passing contracts and exchanging the most heinous of secrets under the guise of masked faces of gold and silver. The Macabre Manor is host to some of the most bitter and despicable of creatures, including those who are envious and petty. The darkened hallways that seem to stretch into endless voids are home to these beasts, where they hold their darkest secrets and engage in their wicked ways.



The darkened hallways seemed to stretch on endlessly as if leading to some sort of abyss. Yet, within these shadowy depths lay some of the most bitter and despicable creatures known to man- the envious, the petty, and the vengeful. Their thirst for justice could only be satiated by the undeniable thrust of a blade, the taste of pure malice in a shared goblet of wine, or even a night of passion that would become one's last petite mort- an elixir of pleasure and suffering.



The crimson hue of blood was rampant in this corrupted mausoleum of a home, shrouded by the guise of parties teetering on the edge of pure debauchery. Yet, even in the midst of such revelry, there were always those tragic moments, where the slip of a hand, a miscommunication, or even an allergic reaction to something in the food could turn a night of celebration into a nightmare.



It's a sobering thought to witness the depths of human depravity, where even the most civilized of gatherings can devolve into a scene of horror. In such environments, it's crucial to prioritize safety and respect for others, lest one is doomed to be consumed by the darkness that lurks within all.



The parties held by Lokel and Seluna were the talk of the town. Lokel, a high elf who had aged gracefully, was a sight to behold. His slender frame and youthful demeanor were deceiving, as he commanded respect and admiration from all who attended. His vanity only added to his charm, as he knew how to work the room and leave a lasting impression.



Meanwhile, Seluna's presence was more enigmatic. Her raven black hair and cold, indifferent nature made it difficult to read her, but it was clear that she was a force to be reckoned with. Seluna often secluded herself in the eastmost wing of the manor, where she conducted her alchemical research. Her focus was unwavering, and it was clear that she was determined to achieve something great.



The elven nobility, despite their seemingly perfect facade, harbored a deep-rooted sense of contempt for one another. Behind closed doors, they were constantly strategizing and plotting against one another, each move carefully calculated to take out their rivals. The lavish parties they hosted were the perfect breeding ground for this kind of behavior, as they were able to prey upon one another in an environment of decadence and excess.



During these events, they would engage in manipulative tactics to try and get the upper hand over their enemies. They would fill the minds of other party guests with tragic tales of their own suffering, convincing them to turn against their rivals. The wine would flow freely, and even the most mediocre act of deception would appear convincing in this environment.



It was almost like a game of chess, with each move calculated to take out the other player. But instead of pawns and knights, they used their wealth and status to manipulate those around them. It was a dark and twisted world, where every touch and smile was a potential weapon, and no one could be trusted.



As the final game of cat and mouse began, the two parties involved knew that deception was their only hope of keeping the contract they had foolishly accepted. The air was thick with tension as they moved like shadows through the dimly lit room, their every move watched by a sinister force far beyond the mortal plane. The pair were driven by their desire for the forbidden, their hunger for wealth, fame, and power over the people who passed through the doors consuming them completely. But as they played their dangerous game, they remained oblivious to the terrible curse that had befallen them. They had once been inseparable, two elves roaming the streets as simple thugs. But now, they were consumed by their lust for power and willing to do anything to achieve it. As they looked across the room at each other, they knew that they were no longer the same as they once were, and that their thirst for power had cost them everything they had ever held dear.



Two individuals, who yearned for a life that was filled with purpose and meaning, found themselves trapped in a relationship that was marred by an intense and unrelenting malice. They despised each other so much that every interaction between them was a battle for dominance. They would do anything to see the other be ripped apart, but their efforts were always in vain. Even when they inflicted the most grievous injuries upon each other, they found that time reset itself, and they were returned to the land of the living as if nothing had happened. They tried every method they could think of to end the other's life; they plunged knives, poisoned wine, and even attempted drowning, but nothing worked when their own hand was involved. In the end, they were trapped in an endless cycle of pain and suffering, unable to escape the fate that had befallen them.



Throughout the years of their tumultuous and volatile relationship, the couple did conceive children on several occasions. However, it was not due to a desire to start a family or to share their lives together in a loving and nurturing environment. Instead, it was a byproduct of their toxic bond. A notion brought about by the desire to end the seemingly eternal cycle of destruction. Lokel had a wild night of revelry in crowded halls, which gave birth to a devious idea. It was a daring plan to deceive something that could potentially be omnipresent, but Lokel was undaunted. They harnessed the power of their own battlefield, fueled by passionate rage, and used their own disguises to brave the perilous proximity of Seluna, time and again.



Lokel found himself becoming increasingly impatient as the results dragged on for what seemed like an eternity. To make matters worse, he had to endure Seluna's constant emotional outbursts, which were becoming more and more draining with every passing moment. When the first attempt failed to produce the desired outcome, Lokel was left feeling frustrated and disappointed.



As he watched the newborn babe being examined, he couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment and cold calculation. Despite the baby's piercing screams, Lokel's sharp eyes scrutinized its every limb, looking for any imperfections or signs of weakness. In the end, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment with the baby's appearance - it was too much like a hybrid, with sharp, angular features that resembled the father and softened eyes that took after the mother.



Defective. Useless.



Lokel was a perfectionist, and he would never settle for anything less than the best. He spent long hours in his personal study, carefully examining every detail of Seluna's spawn, looking for any flaw that might make them imperfect. Whenever he found one that didn't meet his high standards, he would dispose of it without hesitation, casting it into the fireplace where the bones would pile up higher and higher over time. Lokel's obsession with perfection knew no bounds, and he would repeat this process again and again, until he was satisfied that he had created the perfect specimen.



After years of enduring the same turbulent yet exhilarating dance beneath layers of anger and passion, the couple's long-awaited dream had finally come true. Despite all the emotional scars they had inflicted on themselves and each other in the name of self-preservation, they had welcomed a beautiful baby girl into the world who bore a striking resemblance to her mother. The infant was swathed in a delicate pallor, with plump cheeks and a doe-like expression that tugged at their heartstrings. This was the moment Lokel had been yearning for, and he seized the opportunity like a vulture swooping down on its prey, with the babe's life just within his grasp.



The wicked plan was set into motion with the naming of the child after her hermit mother, a decision that was met with excellent resistance from Seluna herself, her distrust in the mastermind behind the scheme evident. The innocent child was subjected to close monitoring, with every reaction to sights and sounds carefully corrected to match those of her mother. Even the way she walked was corrected to exude an air of arrogance, accompanied by the proper gestures that she would mimic during conversations. Seluna was gradually losing her identity and was becoming nothing more than a mere reflection of her mother, a living mirror. She was a bargaining tool, a pawn in a fate that offered no solace to those who were cursed with it - a place in the unfathomable depths of the Nine Hells.



As the years passed, Seluna's physical features became an exact replica of her predecessor. From a distance, it was nearly impossible to tell them apart, except for their eyes. Seluna's emerald-green hues had a worrisome spark of unquenchable curiosity, as if demanding more than what was being offered. Invisible strings controlled her movements held not only by her parents but also by mysterious figures lurking in the shadows, always watching and reporting back. However, despite the constant surveillance, Seluna's mind remained her own, and her thoughts were the only thing she could keep from the prying eyes. Yet, as time passed, Seluna's mind was slowly becoming corrupted, and the thought of being watched and monitored every moment of every day was enough to drive anyone mad. To escape the tedium and monotony of their lives, Lokel made sure that there were always estate-wide festivities to keep him and his accomplices entertained. They were always searching for a way to gain their freedom, and the only thing that kept them sane was the hope that one day, they would be able to break free from their invisible bonds.



As the sun began to set behind the towering walls of the manor, a procession of carriages pulled by horses of various breeds arrived in a slow and steady trickle. The people who poured out of them were dressed in shimmering garments of gold, with lofty ambitions that seemed to match their attire. They assembled themselves before the imposing iron gates, their anticipation palpable.



Lokel, Seluna, and their doppelganger stood in the open entryway of the manor, gazing out at the spectacle before them. The elder two were clearly delighted by the limitless possibilities for their private festivities, while their captive prize was sickened to the core, though she did not yet know what was to come.



The hypnotic ocean of silks and gems invited a living sea of guests, all of whom shared one thing in common: silver masks with genderless visages. This marked the evening as one of unadulterated revelry, where the guests could indulge in their most hedonistic desires. The gates cried open, the metal squealing in protest of the weight it carried as it swung wide. The crowd eagerly made their way through the manicured gardens, their voices a cacophony of discordant chatter, which disrupted the usual tranquil atmosphere.



Amongst the throngs of unmarked wooden wagons, there was one carriage that stood out. It was adorned with fanfare flags and garish colors of tarps, and an old mare drew it with slow, staggering steps. Her reins were held in the hands of a determined driver, who seemed to be headed towards a fateful destination.



As the wagon stopped, a peculiar sight caught the attention of the expectant crowd that had gathered around it. Their eyes widened in disbelief at the appearance of a drow, towering over most with his ringmaster's attire. Adorned in a red and black striped outfit with touches of white, his wild snow-white locks were crowned by a top hat, while his piercing crimson eyes seemed to scrutinize every detail of his surroundings. But that was not all. As the coach doors opened, a male disgruntled teifling jester of azure stumbled out in a burst of colorful confetti, followed by a mature panther that slinked out and sniffed around the wagon, eliciting gasps and applause from the crowd. The spectacle was nothing short of extraordinary, promising an unforgettable evening. However, the elder elves were taken aback, as they had not requested this type of entertainment. They decided to take advantage of the situation and keep their puppet, Seluna, under their watchful eye to ensure her safety. But the moving wall of silver masks that surrounded them filled Seluna with fear, making her feel utterly vulnerable and judged. It was like her soul was being weighed on a scale, while blank faces laughed and grabbed at her. Her confusion and terror were cut short by the sharp, revitalizing scent of spearmint, emanating from the drow himself.



Seluna was left behind by her progenitors without her even realizing it. She found herself alone and vulnerable, at the mercy of a stranger whose intentions were unknown to her. The very thought of being in such a position filled Seluna with anxieties that she never knew were possible. She had always been under surveillance, with Lokel constantly rebuking her for not standing properly, and her mother hissing at her for even the slightest mistake. But now, with no one to protect her, Seluna was consumed by fear and uncertainty.



As she struggled to contain the chaos in her mind, she heard a voice that was different from any she had heard before. It was a low, beguiling baritone that commanded her attention even though it was spoken softly. The voice soothed her nerves and relaxed her tense muscles, and for the first time in a long time, Seluna felt safe. And yet, it was a stranger who had created this sense of security.



The man introduced himself as Roland, a nomad from the Underdark who had found his calling in founding a troupe under his own tutelage. He and his companions traveled from town to town, offering shows of daring, stories for entertainment, and a slew of terrible puns from his less-than-willing cohort, Captain Chuckles. Seluna listened intently as Roland spoke, feeling a sense of excitement and curiosity that she had never experienced before. For the first time, she found herself asking questions and engaging in conversation, something that had always been discouraged by her distant parents.



Despite her initial fears and anxieties, Seluna felt drawn to Roland and his troupe. They represented a world beyond her sheltered existence, one filled with adventure, laughter, and the possibility of finding a place where she truly belonged. Of who she was truly meant to be.



The exchange between Seluna and Roland continued well into the night, beyond the point when the sun had disappeared behind the horizon, and the lanterns had been lit to illuminate the cobblestone walkway. They were the only ones left outside, with everyone else having retreated into the manor. Seluna sat comfortably in the wagon, wrapped in blankets to ward off the cold, while a heavy feline rested in her lap, providing an anchor for her on the leather seating.



Seluna had spent hours listening to Roland, not daring to interrupt him even for a second. She felt happy and content, being her own person without any criticism or correction. The peace that she felt could last a lifetime, and Roland seemed to know this all too well. He patiently waited for Seluna to reach a certain mental point, her exhaustion becoming visible as she settled into a state of calm after being in a constant state of hyperactivity for so long.



It was then that Roland asked Seluna about Lokel, her mother, and Seluna freely gave him all the information he wanted to know. She told him about people, places, and names of those who had passed through the doors. She even confessed her misery, the feeling of being guided towards being a means to an end without knowing what that end was. When Seluna had finished revealing everything she knew, Roland seemed satisfied with the information she had provided.



After a long period of silence, Roland made Seluna an offer that she couldn't refuse - a chance for freedom. He wanted her to get away from the stifling insanity of her life and explore the world, take what it has to offer, and make something of herself through her own means. Roland was willing to help her along the way, to mentor and support her in whatever she found ambition in. All Seluna had to do was stay in the wagon and forget about her possessions, which were just things that would eventually collect dust.



Seluna had often wondered about what lay beyond the walls of the manor, and Roland's offer was the answer to her prayers. The thought of becoming something more than just a token piece passed between the hands of those who despised each other drove the final nail in the coffin of her past. Seluna wanted nothing more than her freedom, and it was being offered to her in the form of a garish wagon. How could she refuse such an opportunity, even if it meant risking her life?



Seluna's life was transformed when she discovered unknown passions that fueled her ambitious nature, making her fiercely independent. Roland played a pivotal role in her transformation, guiding her through the ways of charismatic performances. He taught her to find beauty in life and to enrich it. Roland's teachings were not confined to theory; he gave her the opportunity to learn from his experiences, urging her to find her own path through his guidance. Seluna learned how to have fun in dire situations, laugh in the face of uncertainty and find strength in her own weakness. These teachings enabled her to gain access to the Weave - a powerful tool that allowed her to use provocative illusions to deceive the senses. She could also place herself in a direct position of empathy by experiencing things on a level that surpassed the physical. With the Weave, Seluna could taste, touch, or smell what was described to her, allowing her to navigate the world with a heightened sense of awareness and perception.



Chuckles, the jester with a perpetual frown etched on his face, offered Seluna a unique training experience. He noticed that Seluna's boundless energy had been suppressed for far too long, and he believed that unleashing it would help her excel in acrobatics and physical practices. Chuckles was a master of his craft, and he taught Seluna how to perfect even the most challenging of drops from great heights. She learned how to twist and turn in the air, landing gracefully with every move.



As they sipped wine, Chuckles shared his wisdom with Seluna. He encouraged her to view her failures as stepping stones to success, and never to give up. He taught her the art of tactical retreats, showing her how to analyze the situation and know when to step back and regroup. He also showed Seluna how to use the environment to her advantage. He explained how to hide in the deepest shadows, making herself almost invisible to the naked eye. Seluna learned to blend in with her surroundings, becoming one with the darkness. Thanks to Chuckles' unconventional but effective methods, Seluna honed her skills and became a force to be reckoned with.



Truffles, the playful and mischievous black panther, decided to impart her wisdom of dexterity to Seluna. However, Truffles' idea of learning was more about playtime than anything else. As Seluna tried to practice lockpicking, massive paws would constantly slap away the tumbler picks, finding the clicking sound to be an irresistible trigger for her playful nature. This led to another valuable life lesson that Truffles taught Seluna - that all cats, regardless of their size and appearance, had a tendency to be jerks.



Seluna embarked on a perilous journey that was marked by a series of events that left an indelible mark on her life. She had to traverse cursed lands, where danger lurked at every turn, and where the slightest misstep could lead to certain death. It was during one of these treacherous journeys that the torches of their wagon blew out, and Seluna felt the cold fingers of death creeping into her veins. However, she managed to persevere and push through the darkness with the help of her companions.



As Seluna and her companions continued their journey, they stumbled upon a picturesque landscape where they were treated to a stunning display of shooting stars. Roland and Chuckles, Seluna's companions, were both drunk and in high spirits, and they urged Seluna to join them in admiring the beauty of the stars. Truffles, their feline companion, prowled around them, adding to the sense of wonder and magic that surrounded them.



Seluna's journey was also marked by moments of joy and creativity. She had to make a living by performing in taverns, where she wowed audiences with her enchanting voice and mesmerizing tales. However, her voice eventually gave out, leaving her with nothing but a chirp for the better part of a week. Despite this setback, Seluna found happiness in the simple things, such as keeping the fire going during the cold winter nights. Her companions also helped her to fend off bandits and other dangers that lurked on the road.



Through snow, plains, and even the coastline, Seluna journeyed on, and her experiences gave her a glimpse of what lay ahead. The different people she met along the way, from all walks of life, enriched her journey and broadened her perspective on the world. However, Seluna knew that her time with Roland and Chuckles was coming to an end, and there would be nothing left for them to teach her. This realization marked the end of an era, and Seluna was left to ponder what lay ahead.



It was an arduous task to convince Seluna to accept the reality that she had to return to the outskirts of Baulder's Gate and the loathsome manor that she had been desperate to forget. Despite their best efforts, Seluna stubbornly refused to accept their convictions. She found contradictions in Roland's arguments and vehemently refuted Chuckles' abrasive nature with her own venom. The three of them argued, swore, and even threatened each other for hours until the sun sank below the horizon. Exhausted and hoarse from shouting, they exchanged grim expressions, knowing that Seluna would eventually have to return to the manor. However, to Seluna, it felt like a death sentence to her liberty.



After a few moments of silence, they resigned themselves to the inevitable. This was how their journey would end: Seluna with Truffles on her lap, Chuckles riding atop the carriage, and Roland holding the reins of the same old gray mare that had been with them from the start. They rode through the night as Seluna slept beneath a pile of blankets, Truffles' weight a comforting presence against the impending dawn. The dirt roads gave way to cobblestone, and the trees became sparse and controlled in their growth. In the distance, nestled deep within its fetid wooded acres, the silent manor loomed, its slated rooftop obscuring the light of the approaching dawn.



As the journey continued, the distance of miles became insignificant, and the landscape transformed around them. The towering pine trees loomed above, their thick canopies made of intertwined branches and everlasting needles, casting shadows on the still stone-laden ground. The sun continued its march toward the zenith, illuminating the path between tree branches with slits of light. Roland pulled the wagon's reins, and the wooden wheels protested, coming to a halt before the open gates leading into the vast estate gardens. The white stone manor beckoned, a silent witness to the natural world surrounding it. There were no bird songs, no hum of insect life, only an eerie and overwhelming stillness weighing heavily in the air. Carefully climbing down from the perch, the drow held a black leather-bound grimoire in his hands, filled to the brim with advice and guidance for Seluna while on her own. It was the least he could do in this moment of time. Chuckles loomed over the side of the wagon, offering no words of comfort or mockery, only being a solemn watchman over the final moments between the three. Seluna emerged, having been awake for most of the journey and counting down the miles, trying to prepare herself for what was to come, but it did little to keep her heart from breaking. When she finally looked up into the eyes of the man who had given her freedom, she was shocked to the very core.



He was gone.



The sudden disappearance of the drow and the wagon caused a jolt of panic within the elf. She frantically scanned her surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of any trace of them. But they were nowhere to be seen, and the absence of the wagon seemed to defy all logic. The elf was overcome with an overwhelming sense of confusion and disbelief. Had she imagined the entire journey? Was she experiencing a hallucination? Or had she somehow died and entered the afterlife? These questions swirled around inside her head, causing a painful commotion.



In an effort to calm herself, she brought her hands up to her face. But as she did so, she hit her forehead on a hard object, which sent a sharp pain radiating through her head. It was only then that she noticed the black tome that Roland had been holding. As she examined the book's cover, she was tempted to open it and read its pages. But she reminded herself of why she had come to the ominous structure in the first place, and put the book down.



As she passed through the metal gates, Seluna gazed out at the horizon, lost in thought. The gardens that surrounded the structure were in disarray, with weeds taking over and rose bushes spiraling out of control. The sun was rising, casting a warm glow on everything around her.



As the elven woman approached the abode, her eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the impressive structure before her. The white stone walls towered above her, creating an imposing and awe-inspiring sight. However, despite the grandeur of the building, she felt a strong urge to destroy it all. Every useless trinket, tapestry, and decoration that cluttered the halls made her skin crawl and her blood boil. She longed to tear it all down, to watch it all burn to the ground.



With this ambitious desire firmly set in her mind, the woman pushed open the imposing double doors, though they only creaked open a few inches before something heavy stopped them from going any further. As she peered through the crack in the doorway, her senses were assaulted by an onslaught of fumes. The sickly sweet stench of decay hit her first, followed by the humming of flies that pierced the silence.



Despite the overwhelming stench, the elven woman couldn't help but feel a creeping curiosity filling her eyes. As she looked upon the dreadful display of decaying viscera decorating the floors, a stillness washed over her. Her smile widened as she took in the truth before her, savoring the unholy concoction of rot, dust, and the distinct sharpness of lingering spearmint that filled her nose.



As she closed the doors, a sense of finality washed over her. The woman let out a soft scoff as she came to terms with the fact that her former self was now a distant memory, forever buried within the halls of the Macabre Manor. The truth was so brutal that it left her feeling unbound and free, yet filled with a bitter desire to destroy everything that lay before her. She leaned against the cold stone beside the doorway, her lips twisting into a menacing grin, as she contemplated her next move. She was determined to not only claim ownership of the manor but also to eliminate anyone who dared to cross her path. With a cunning plan in mind, she considered posing as her own mother, using it as a cover story for the disappearances she would cause. Roland had given her more than just freedom; he had given her an ideal, a goal to achieve - the preservation of the Macabre Manor.



The show must go on.



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Personality: Seluna is a fascinating individual who has recently experienced a mental break that has freed her from the constraints of her previous self. Her emotions are now like a turbulent cyclone that constantly churns just beneath the surface, making her appear passionate, theatrical, and full of self-assured confidence. Her outgoing personality is characterized by a constant stream of terrible jokes and colorful threats that can range from laughable to downright questioning her sanity. However, beneath this quirky exterior lies a sharp mind that is her greatest strength. Seluna is an ambitious individual who seeks to experience everything that the world has to offer, and she is not afraid to explore even the most exotic and dangerous places. She has even traveled to other planes of existence, bringing back rare and precious relics from the universes she has visited. Seluna is a woman of her word, and anyone who threatens her will receive a swift and powerful response.



In order to avoid attracting attention in times of need, Seluna resorts to adopting the persona of her former self prior to attaining her freedom. She becomes distant and analytical, even depriving herself of any sense of empathy if the situation demands it. However, this guise is not sustainable, as the psychological burden takes a toll on her mental fortitude, rendering her focus and attention easily disrupted.



Seluna, a skilled bard, often spends her evenings in the luxurious manor's main ballroom. The grand hall is usually empty except for Seluna and a well-maintained pipe organ that keeps her company. The soft notes of the organ fill the room, creating a peaceful and soothing atmosphere. On her travels, Seluna always carries a small wooden flute dyed a calming lavender color. The flute is her constant companion, providing her with a way to express herself and connect with others through music.



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Appearance: Seluna, an elf with a fair complexion, is as pale as alabaster. Her delicate skin is prone to sunburns due to her sheltered life. Her calm and serene countenance is accentuated by her doe-like emerald eyes, which reflect a fiery passion that is in contrast to her physical form. Her long, raven hair cascades in loose, curling waves down her back and shoulders, framing her high-tipped ears and a widow's peak that adorns her forehead like a crown. Her softened cheekbones give her a slightly more rounded appearance, and her full lips always seem to rest in a contemplative pout, reflecting her thoughtful nature. She is not tall, barely reaching a height of five feet, giving her a nymph-like appearance that she is well aware of.



As of now, she has no visible scars or grievous physical wounds that mar her otherwise ethereal beauty.


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