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Jerald (I)
Lord of Bards
Created 1x
Status Retired
Race Human
Areas Written The Isle
The Meadow
Immorted Demi: 06/1998
Following Bards (Following)

Mud Contributions:

Song written by Jerald as a mortal. Date unknown.
(source Flying Tigers website)

The Gods Revel, by Jerald Oscar Snuckles

Young folks, old folks, everybody come,
Visit all the temples and have a lot of fun,
Check all your morals and expectations at the door,
And we'll show you Gods and Goddesses you've never seen before!

First walked in Rhina, a grand entrance with some style,
She's clad in just a fig leaf and a smile!
Khore snuck over to try and grab a couple bites,
Who knew that vampires could end up with termites?

Lorna is a tiger, Lorna has a tail,
Foolkiller went and pulled it, and she began to wail,
Madman came down from above, fed up with all the noise,
Now his pet has itself a couple of new toys.


Molo's never funny, Molo's not quite dead,
He's rotting in the corner, with maggots in the head,
Why won't he get up, come and join the dance?
Well, his old bones would fall apart if given half a chance!

Pyros is a fire god, Pyros is pretty hot,
He'd set the world aflame, just as soon as not,
I wonder why he doesn't? Well, will wonders never cease!
It looks to me like Syla has ol' Pyros on a leash!

Larry's god of cooking, Larry's god of drink,
Larry's quite the gourmand, despite what you may think,
Larry's the chef of all the gods, the founder of the feast!
After showing them a little trick with water, hops, and yeast!

Everybody loves the gods, and they all love a song,
But this poor bard may get a thunderbolt 'ere long,
I hope you've all enjoyed my song of revelry and fun,
Perhaps if the gods let me live I'll sing another one!

Current Description:

Character History:

"It was a time of omens. A cow had been born that fall with two heads, and a child had seen dark spectres in the forest and followed them to doom from drowning. The moon rode low in the night sky, and the scant light it gave off barely lit the way home. Evil rose in the land, and it looked as though the forces of light would be without people of power, champions, to serve them in the coming wars. Then, in a small village north of the city of Ofcol, a child was born, and the world would change..."
--exerpt from _A Brief History of the World since the founding of the Adventurers Guild, Volume 16._

The Bard-King, Jerald, marches to a different drummer than the rest of the world. While the world centers on greed, violence, and the accumulation of greater and great masses of equipment and wealth, Jerald seems content to merely sit in his Hall and drink from his flagon of mead, smiling at the events as they go on around him.

Don't let this fool you, though. Jerald, and those who serve him, strive to keep those arts of peace which have long been overlooked or undervalued in the world at large, existing only in small enclaves and the offhand remark. Poetry, song, art, story, and all the myriad arts have a home within Jerald's Hall.

It was not always this way. In his youth, Jerald served with a mercenary company, learning from them the myriad arts of the warrior. After his band was killed by the Orcs of the Vile Rune, however, he returned home to find his small village aflame. Alone, with nowhere to turn, he found religion at the feet of the Demigod Splat.

It was during this time that the Lord of Creation, Tynian, issued an edict to all the world to protect those who were still learning the worlds ways. A recently minted priest of Splat, Jerald took it upon himself to single-handedly realize the spirit of Tynian's desire. He began to help every newbie he could find, with a kind word, a choice piece of armor, and a spell or two. So sucessful was he in this endeavor that Tynian Himself noticed, granting unto Jerald the title of Knight-Counsel.

However, Tynian was not the only one who was noticing Jeralds works. The servants of the pretender god, Nash, also noticed the young warrior-priest and took it upon themselves to stop his good deeds. Which they did through the singular means used, throughout history, by all the nashites. They struck him down, repeatedly, in cold blood.

As the Phoenix rises from the ashes, however, so did Jerald, reborn into a new and darker purpose- to slay those who would presume to stop those who would aid. So swayed to this new purpose was he that he become an avenging war-priest, slaying the dark foe and rising when they, in turn, slew him. It was at this time when he first became eligible for immortality.

The gods, looking upon his life, did not find Jerald worthy. So, in time, he went forth to search for what he had lost, that spark that his long years of service to war unending had cost him. And so, on a cold beach, dressed in rags, he found a simple book, a journal, sealed in wax. Upon it was inscribed the word 'Memories', and the words within it, his own.

Amazed, he opened the book and looked upon the simple idealistic words of a young man, not yet tarnished by wars, still striving desperately to put into being the edicts of the Creator God. Quietly he read of that struggle, amazingly so, for never had he penned these words. Yet they existed, in his hand. He took it as an omen.

Again he asked the gods for permission to become a god. This time, however, he had within him the spark he had lost, the light of learning, of caring, of creativity. So he was accepted into their ranks, and assumed the position he holds today.

Jerald holds to these laws, and demands they be obeyed by those in his service:
1. Obey my will in all things.
2. Help others, unless they are evil in alignment or deed. Then, the only help you may render is to try to bring them, through words, to good action and intent.
3. You may not trade for equipment. You may purchase equipment if its offered for gold, but you may not sell equipment for gold.
4. You are to save all extra equipment for the following, new players, or the recently destitute, in that order.
5. You are expected to help new players, and teach them how to play the game.
6. You are expected to work on your craft. We have entered into a covenant, wherein I will teach to the best of my ability and you were learn to the best of yours. Do not disappoint me.
7. You may not kill helpful mobs. These include cityguards, shopkeepers, and the like.
8. You will attack only in response to being attacked, or to help someone who has been attacked.
9. You will role-play your character.

Those who would hold to a vision of good that comes of service, not war, will find Jerald a god worth worshipping.

WHO Lists:

05/02/1998 - Hum [     Attendant     ] Jerald: Kunungrskald, Skaldskald.  Ist.
06/21/1998 - Hum [      Demigod      ] Jerald: Lord of Poets, Bard of Bards.


[ 21] Madman: Jerald barred from Matrimony
Mon May 11 16:16:18 1998
To: all
Due to his divorcing the sweet Rishi, I hereby bar Jerald from matrimony

Player Provided Information:

Jerald played the verbose goody goody with a stick up his behind quite well.
Jerald was an interesting fellow. He was a good story-teller. Kind of long-winded from time to time though.. But otherwise, full of good tidbits.
Jerald proposed to me, then took it back when he realized i was his niece.
Jerald feared and Pk'd Horus in the Guild Hall for creating a magic mushroom for an evil. Something so inconsequential - and Jerald decided that I must die as a result. And it wasn't even immediate: he waited a day or so, it was entirely pre-meditated.

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