Mediocre

You just don't break up a band over a stupid little thing like demons, bro.

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A stupid kid trying to have the time of his life. Made stupid choices.

When those turned sour, he made some more.

Life's like that I guess.

Background
Mediocre's family worked closely with several other families nearby, though as the family surname implied, their main source of income and their pride was the tending and harvesting of the lindenwood trees. They and the nearest neighboring family worked jointly: the Lindenglories produced paper and dye from their work, trading excess materials to the rest of the families, and the Nightblooms cultivated the fungi that supplied the Lindenglories with their dyes and many of the alternative types of paper in their pulping processes. The results meant they traded anything from fibres for clothes; saplings to raise for beekeeping; wood for instruments; leaves, fruit, or flowers for tea, medicines, or oils; to the actual finished products themselves of dyes and paper.

They were well-off, content, and kept the surrounding families well-supplied for many millennia.

This set the groundwork for how two children were fated to meet and grow up together as sworn brothers.

It was common practise amongst the neighboring families to also trade eldest children. At an appropriate age, each would be apprenticed out to learn the various other skills that would further bolster family businesses (such as weaving or the like) but also to continue fostering goodwill between the trade circle.

This is how Mediocre and Saint met. The Nightbloom family welcomed the Lindenglory eldest, and after that, Mordant and Kelanos became inseparable.

Unfortunately, Mordant had big dreams. As he grew up, he got bigger, and so did they. He didn't want to live unknown, just growing plants forever into the forseeable eternity. He wanted to sing. He played a decent sitar. He had a killer voice, and he wanted everyone to know it.

He also had a best friend who loved him and encouraged his dreams.

And what does every young hotshot do when they have big dreams and a good friend?

He and his best buddy ran off to put together a band.

That promptly went nowhere fast and never made it big.

One crash course in reality, a couple various wars, and one very charismatic night elf leader later leave him feeling exceedingly mediocre, cripplingly depressed, and lost in life.

Also with the worst string of life choices one could possibly make.

But hey--bros forever right?