(Verse 1)
Come gather, good folk, let this tale ignite,
A fireball’s roar shook Trollskull at night.
A boy held beads of a deadly chain—
But who pulled the string? What mind, insane?

(Chorus)
So strum the lute, let the tale unfold,
Heroes of Trollskull, brazen and bold!
Eyeless shines with radiant flame,
Captain Mercer plays the shadows’ game.

(Verse 2)
To Gond’s great halls the party sped,
Where brass and cogs marked the path ahead.
Captain John scaled the temple wall,
Slipped not once—no fall at all!

(Bridge 1)
There Nim confessed with gears grown cold:
"I built him, yes—but he broke the mold."
A Nimblewright lost, with fire in hand—
We took the task, by Mirt’s demand.

(Verse 3)
Into the sewers, deep and vile,
The detector clicked—crept every mile.
They found a cult in serpent guise,
Rituals writ 'neath traitor skies!

(Bridge 2)
Eyeless stood where the torches failed,
Wreathed in light, his purpose unveiled.
Dren charged in, maul like thunder,
Struck down foes, tore spells asunder!

(Verse 4)
Captain John, in deadly dance,
Dodged through strikes like fate’s own chance.
Slim Jim mended wounds with grace,
A blur of bandage, charm, and mace.

(Verse 5)
Silas grinned—his boots now charred—
Two fireballs flew from his hand unmarred.
Scrolls we claimed in smoke and fear:
Flaming Sphere, Animate Dead, and more unclear!

(Final Chorus)
So raise your mugs, let echoes fly,
Varrick sings ‘neath Waterdeep’s sky!
Eyeless burns with righteous gleam,
Dren smites foes in every dream,
Slim Jim steadies, Silas schemes,
And Captain John haunts alley seams!

(Outro)
From gears to ghosts, from flame to blade,
The hunt begins, the path is laid.
Trollskull’s crew, in legend steeped—
By fire and fang, their oaths were deeped.

In Waterdeep where sparks did fly,
A fireball lit the morning sky.
Through temple halls and secrets sworn,
A Nimblewright was thusly born.

To sewers deep the brave did crawl,
Where snakes with spells began to brawl.
Steel did clash and spells did flare,
As Eyeless fell 'neath poisoned air.

John struck true with blade so keen,
And Dren fought on with health so lean.
Slim Jim rose and then was floored,
While healing hands and faith restored.

But through it all, with spells alight,
One serpent’s bane stayed out of sight—
Oh Silas, bold, with magic mean...
Was untouched, yet cursed: his boots unclean!*

John struck true with blade so keen,
And Dren fought on with health so lean.
Slim Jim rose and then was floored,
While healing hands and faith restored.

Born beneath the bravado—a flicker of guilt for leaving behind those who believed he could be more... or worse, feared what he already was.

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Backstory

Valen Pyre was born amid the crystallinecrystal towers of Eldergleam,Eldergleam, Valen was raised by two arcane scholars—his father, a citystern where the streets hum with latent magicarchivist, and the sky dances with aurorae at dusk. Hishis mother, a giftedcharismatic evoker,evoker. believedHe magicwas shouldconjuring dazzlesparks by age six, and destroyaccidentally inearned equalthe measure.nickname His"Pyre" father,after a Spire Council archivist, demanded rigor, tradition, and silence.

Valen brought neither.

As a child, he ignitedlighting a neighbor’s cart inon fire during a tantrum.

By ahis teen,teens, he was slippinga pastdual curfewspersona: a prodigy under the Spire Council’s gaze, and Councila rogue known as "The Ember Sleuth" in Eldergleam’s magical underworld. From protecting merchant wards to takeaiding onsmugglers “off-the-books”with contractsillusions, Valen made a name for coinhimself as both brilliant and thrill.dangerous. WhileEventually, consequences forced him to flee—and adventuring became his peersescape.