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Brennan the Scholar

I am known as Brennan the Scholar. Brennan was chosen by my father, though I know not why; it is not his name nor the name of any other friend or relative I know. I have never met him myself to ask. The Scholar I earned myself by seeking out and reading any book I could get my hands on. My small hometown, however, had only a handful of books, so I would linger by the inn and speak with any travelling man who seemed knowledgeable or wise. If they had books with them I could usually finish them overnight and question them about it over breakfast the next morning.

But perhaps I am getting ahead of myself. I'm a human a bit over six feet tall with a frame that has been described as "Lanky" or "Gangly," though I much prefer to call myself "Wiry." My hair is brown, a bit curly, shoulder-length, and swept back from my face. I have sharp and birdlike features and days inside studying have left my skin quite pale. There is a rather thin beard stretching over my jaw, and my eyes are grey.

I've never been much of a fighter, relying on my cleverness and knowledge to outwit those few I come into conflict with. It's usually some quip or jest that gets me into trouble, or else someone who doesn't take kindly to being corrected.

It is my opinion that the only way civilization can function properly is if those with much provide for those with few. As the farmer provides his produce, so does the blacksmith provide tools. Neither could operate without the other. Gold simply facilitates these exchanges of goods and services, and those who hoard it without purpose are removing productivity from the land.

It has been clear to me for a long time that my hometown is not a place that can properly use the talents I can provide. It's only my sickly mother who has kept me here as she needs care and I could not leave her. With her passing, it is finally time to find a way to make myself useful in this world.

Scholar Brennan

Advisor Description

One day I was having an argument at the Tavern with a local farmer who disagreed with me about the pronunciation of a multisyllabic word or how to most efficiently plan his crop or some other issue. Point is, he was clearly in the wrong and wouldn't see it. Things were getting heated, and he rose as if to strike me. Thankfully, a well-dressed man began speaking to him. He essentially rephrased what I was saying and mixed it with platitudes that held no bearing on the topic. It shouldn't have worked, but as if he had cast a spell, the farmer calmed down and let me be.

I greeted and spoke to his man, Hurun, and tried to learn how he had affected the farmer so with such few changes to what I was already saying to him. He said he was a politician from a larger nearby province but had become disillusioned with the leadership there, who were milking the commoners to fill their own coffers and doing very little to improve the realm. Unfortunately, though we talked long into the night, I could not seem to get the hang of speaking in that charming, convincing way that Hurun did.

He moved on, though over the next few months he would stop by here and again to share stories or bring me books on politics. It seemed he took an interest in me, and I was mystified by his talent with words. I always thought that if I ever struck out on my own, Hurun would be a good man to consult with issues like that, or else to bail me out of trouble again with his silver tongue. As luck would turn out, I ran into him on my very first day of venturing out from home. The stately politician gave me a charming smile, mentioned something about being "Ready to begin," and agreed to be an advisor of sorts for me.

Brennan the Scholar Post Play & MMORPG RPG Text

My builders have completed meh wooden abode so that I, Brennan will abide there.

Scholar Brennan

The Beauty of Lady Fluke

Her full reddened lips
Match her full swaying hips
And her eyes are the blue of the sky.
Her hair is like gold
And her smile never cold
She's got cleavage that makes a man sigh.
So I know it seems rough
But you're not good enough
For the Lady, no no siree!
Because even a Duke
Can't match Lady Fluke
The queen of parody!

Scholar Brennan

Reflections On Your Mother

Ah, Mother. What can I say? The one person who has supported me all my life, even if I had to support her as well toward the end. You never told Father about your illness, not wanting to worry him about something he could do nothing to help. I hope I was able to help, even a little. At least I know now you're not struggling to breathe now that you don't need to breathe at all.

Brennan the Scholar

Reflections on your father

My father? I've never met him. All I know is from the letters he sent my mother, where it is clear that he loved her very much and asked about me often. He must have been a right and honorable man, for my mother would accept no less. Perhaps one day I will meet him.

Brennan Scholar

Message to Advisor

This has been another day of training. I spent some more time training my body for tasks, but I also went to the library to practice some calligraphy and archiving skills. I wish I could find some more pretty pebbles for Lady Fluke to build my core strength, but they are proving hard to come by without social connections.

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First time in the Town

Nothing could have prepared me for the sheer amount of activity in this town. There are so many people, so many places, so many things to do, it is all I can to keep from being overwhelmed. I must gather myself. With guidance from Hurun, I can grasp this place, let it mold me into someone who can mold it in turn.