3. Jaqen de Llorthé, the infamous bard

Jaqen de Llorthé, the infamous bard


  • ~That is just wonderfull…~thought Jaqen as he kept on running while arrows and swears flew next to his head. It had been a pleasant night up to to this point. Guards and officious servents of the noble Ser Erran shouted behind the stout half-elf as he zigzagged down the narrow street.
    ~How come that all the husbands are so jealous...~this was only one of many thought that came to the bards mind when he jumped behind a wall. He tumbled into a rose-bush as he tried to cusion the fall. The garden where the red haired philander arrived was deserted. The sound of the pursuers faded,as they pasted the hiding place, but Jaqen didn't have any illusions about his situation. He only arrived in Narfell two days ago, and hadn't spent any time exploring Jiyyd . It seemed to be a good idea, and a wise decision to charm the wife of the noble-blooded Ser Erran, and get an invitation to a maquerade ball. After the ball the inevitable occured, he had found himself in the bedroom of the dame who really starved for a kiss...and something more. The only unpleasantness that croped up was the husband, with guards, rapiers and crossbows ready.
    "But life is just a moody bitch, isn't she?" One-eyed said this phrase always, when they had a hard time, with the Company. As the breathing eases, and the pictures of the beautifull noble woman passes on, Jaq remembered his old "family" with a grinning face, and a hurt left leg.
    The Black Company. It was his family since he was a hot-headed hireable blade in a far distant land. A long time ago a poor woman, gave birth to a crying, half-blood baby. The new-born didn't have a name, money, or future...but one thing saved him from dying on the street; His long red hair, and unbelievable blue eyes. The old duke of the seaside merchant-city, had a son, who's attraction to young boys was well known by commoners. The new born baby was the key to disprove the fact, that the duke's son had this disguasting habit. The hair, the eye and the pale skin gave a ghostly visage, as the "father" and "son" stood side by side in public events. And the poor woman? Died in poverty, and sadness, after the guards of the dé Llorthe family kidnapped the child...nobody listened to the woman, who begged and prayed to any gods day after day, night after night.
    As time passed, and the old duke was satisfied with the result - after this, nobody called his son a freak of nature - he let Jaqen to have a noble's life. As the youngling was a bastard the dé Llorthe name was only given to him nominally, but actually this didn't bother him. His teachers were the best money could get, and he never suffered from hunger, or poverty...the only thing he didn't have was a caring parent. During the thirty years he spent in the castle, he learnt to play some tunes, learnt history, fencing, etiquette and from a young trapper he acquired the ability to sneak and hunt. The fate of the city came wearing the face of pirates. The city burned and Jaqen fled from the messacre as the surviving nobles did. After a year of journeying, the young half-blood arrived at Farport, a fairly big metropolis where he found his new "family". The feared mercenaries of the Black Company took in the fire-haired recruit, and after several years of battle drill and fighting he became an appreciated member of the brotherhood. His new "brothers" were outcasts, rascals, villains and rank peeled nobles but all of them stuck to the Code of the Company. At Farport many thought that the Company was the "servant of darkness" and they are devils, no exceptions.Jaqen fought his way up the hiearchy and became the Chronicler, the historian who portraiture the deeds of the brothers, the adventures and the contracts...the real nature of the Company, not the mistified one.
    After twenty years of service the Captain allowed him to go home where he was born to retake his noble rank. As Jaq had learnt during his time of service, for the Company, there is only one way to quit: dead as stone. He has five years of freedom, before the hunters of the Company came to take him back, if he doesn't return...but five years is enough for almost everything. On the road to his hometown, the half elven bastard heard about a land of adventurers, gamblers and all who wants to try out the mortal's luck.
    -And I ended up here, with all the guards on me, and having the pleasure I don't have any clothes, or weapons...-mumurs Jaqen, with a grinning face. He was in same situation so often, that this is only routine for the bard. After a hour of waiting, and thinking, he stands up, and tries his hurt leg...
    -Okay, adventures, here I come...-says loudly with a confident smile, and sneaks out from the garden, heading to a tavern...a warm fire, some cloathing can be found there always...especially when a so skilled person looks for it as Jaqen dé Llorthe, the infamous bard...

    //I am not a native speaker so, excuse me for the less elegant sentences:)//

    Character name:Jaquen de Llorthé
    account:szeltolo

    //for somebody who have the necessary "powers": please delete all my previous characters except the one with this name//


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