The Wandering Bard

Aelerich heads back to Bree on his new Cremello steed. Though dark clouds were looming overhead, he hoped he wouldn’t run into bad weather for his trip.


Well, he made it to Bree, but not before it started pouring down rain. At least he found a stable for his horse, but now, to find a room for himself…


“Hey buddy, know where I can get a room?” Aelerich was pretty frustrated when the local replied “nope” without taking his eyes off his whittling.


Aelerich was getting pretty desperate, but not desperate enough to “do a favor for Sharkey” as “payment” for a night’s stay at this local’s abode.


Time for Aelerich to warm up in front of the fire at the Prancing Pony.


As he gazed into the fire, he wondered what he was going to do for a room. Then he got an idea…


Aelerich asks the Pony’s local entertainment for advice, and was delighted to hear the musician’s reply: “Ah, ’tis miserable weather out there! I’ll fix you up here at the Pony… musicians are always welcome here!”


“The Prancing Pony is always welcome to musicians…” Aelerich muttered under his breath as he stared up at the cobweb-riddled ceiling of the cellar. He just hoped the other “residents” of the cellar were as exhausted as he was. With thoughts of a cozy bed by a warm fire, Aelerich fell asleep and dreamed about his days long past with his beloved Celwynn.

Shoulders: Pauldrons of the Wandering Bard, Navy Dye
: Scholar’s Vestments, GreyDye
Hands: Thick Cotten Gloves, Black Dye
Feet: Soft Leather Boots, Black Dye
Back: Ceremonial Cloak of the West Tower, Grey Dye


Citizen Aelerich

Aelerich sheds his Captain uniform for civilian clothing after he decides to abandon his ambitions in hopes of regaining favour of his beloved.


“I’ve made my decision, and there is no looking back! I will find her!”


Since Aelerich had to surrender his Captain’s steed, he runs to the hometown of his beloved to seek her out.


Hearing that his beloved has taken up arms to fight in the dangerous Dunlands, the pensive Aelerich must find passage to that distant land. It will take time, but he must find her, no matter how long it takes…


Shoulders: Shoulders of the Helmingas
: Threadbare Cloth Shirt, White Dye
Hands: Gloves of the Eorlingas
Legs: Rough cloth leggings, Washed
Feet: Boots of the Eorlingas
Back: Cloak of the Helmingas