Isildur

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Finally, when Isildur was 17 and nearing adulthood, his father cracked. Unable to cover his resentment for his son anymore, and feeling threatened by the prince’s popularity amongst the public, the king decided to set an assassination plan in motion.

Having escaped, Isildur fled as far from his homeland as he could. However, in his panic, he had not considered his basic needs and, having spent every last cent on travel, he found himself in an unknown land with nothing to eat and no roof above his head. Isildur spent his first few weeks playing his flute in various streets and outside taverns, scraping together what he could, yet, after a few too many muggings and beatings, he became desperate for a place to stay.

Unfortunately for the young tiefling, his desperation led him to the doorstep of Draven Brothier, a dragonborn nobleman with a love for pretty things. Isildur had caught the nobleman’s eye one evening as he played outside a rather popular tavern, and so Draven had sent his various contacts to slowly nudge the boy in his direction. After a week, Isildur had finally given in, asking around for directions to Draven’s estate and pleading for an audience with him.

Having spent his past few weeks on the streets, being challenged for any coin he could gather, Isildur hardly hesitated to sign the contract Draven immediately offered, not even blinking twice as he signed his rights away, selling himself to the dragonborn as an indenture.

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Under the ownership of Draven, Isildur quickly discovered that the dragonborn was not so different from Isildur’s father in his cruelty, though the sweet words he relished in whispering almost tricked him into beliving he may actually care. The teifling’s talent for music pleased Draven greatly, and he was always presented as the lord’s pride possession, playing the harp or flute at any gathering he hosted.

After another 6 years in a situation barely any better than the one he had previously fled, Isildur, yet again, made an escape, fleeing the nobleman’s estate and travelling constantly, passing from town to town and scraping together a living by performing in each of the taverns he passed. He spent another 2 years doing this, before he found himself in a town by the coast, staying in the tavern where he performed each night.

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As the months passed, and Isildur remained in the town, he told himself he was only staying there out of convenience, allowing himself to rest before he was back on the road, but as the seasons passed, and months turned to years, it became clear he had found a home.

Performing in the tavern, he befriended it’s owner, Tasha, and eventually warmed up to the rest of their small community, becoming especially fond of Amarantha, a small angel, Tanol, a ‘human’ kid, and Kaida, the daughter of a member of the gaurd.

Growing close to a horned man named Zelun, the captain of the town’s guard, the two’s friendship grew and their feelings progressed beyond platonic. After two years, Zelun finally confessed and the pair officially began their romantic relationship, getting engaged another two years later. Isildur has spent the past year planning his wedding, refining his musical skills, and becoming the adoptive father of Tanol after his previous foster father’s death.