Nariama Bellsong

Nariama Bellsong

"In death, I find my true voice, for the silence of the grave has taught me melodies beyond mortal understanding."

— Nariama Bellsong, Ghost of the Sable Show Stage

In the heart of Domen Aria, where shadows whisper secrets and the moon casts an ethereal glow upon forgotten ruins, there lies the remnants of a once grand performance hall. The air is thick with the scent of decay and echoes of haunting melodies, a testament to the tragic tale of Nariama Bellsong, the spectral bard who roams these desolate corridors.
Nariama Bellsong, whose name once resonated with both awe and envy, was a figure of both beauty and mystery. Her raven-black hair, interwoven with silver bells, shimmered with every movement, and her emerald eyes held the depths of forgotten sorrows and untold stories. She was a bard of unparalleled talent, her voice weaving spells that could conjure the spirits of the dead and command the living to tears or laughter.
Raised by her grandmother, Isendra, after her parents met their untimely demise at the hands of the royal court wizard, Rovax the Red. Nariama grew up amidst the remnants of arcane knowledge and musical heritage just outside of the city of Draemor. Her mother, Ekara, was an evocation wizard of great renown, while her father, Durian, wielded the forbidden art of necromancy. From them, she inherited a dual legacy of power and artistry, crafting performances that were both mesmerizing and chilling.
Her most extraordinary inheritance, was the Spectral Carriage, an arcane vehicle drawn by ghostly steeds, allowing her to traverse the realms of both the living and the dead. With it, she gathered tales from the departed, their whispers forming the heart of her performances. Each note she played, each song she sang, was imbued with the essence of those who had passed, creating an experience that left audiences spellbound and yearning for more.
But envy is a dark shadow, and it crept into the heart of a rival bard, Lavira, who coveted Nariama's unique gifts. This jealousy culminated in a cruel betrayal, as Lavira used Nariama's own necromantic spells to implode the Spectral Carriage, binding her spirit to the ruins of her last performance hall, the Sable Show Stage. Now, as an ethereal apparition, she wanders the crumbling stage and empty seats, her mournful songs echoing through the night.
Nariama's spectral presence is both a lament and a warning, her haunting melodies a testament to the power of envy and the fragility of life. Her story, woven with threads of sorrow and vengeance, invites those brave enough to seek her out, to uncover the truths buried in the shadows, and to perhaps aid her in finding the peace that eludes her restless spirit.
In the stillness of the night, if one listens closely, the faint, mournful strains of Nariama Bellsong's lute can be heard, a spectral serenade that lures the curious and the bold into the heart of her haunting legacy.

by by me with Midjourney

"Betrayal is a melody that lingers long after the final note. It is a song I know all too well."

— Nariama Bellsong, Ghost of the Sable Show Stage

Alignment

Chaotic Neutral

Current Status

Haunting the Sable Show Stage

Species

Human

Age

24

Circumstances of Death

Ambushed and killed by rival musician, Lavira.

Birthplace

The city of Draemor

Place of Death

The city of Draemor

Current Residence

The Sable Show Stage

Sex

Female

Gender

Female

Eyes

Green

Hair

Long raven black

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Pale white

Height

5'6"

Weight

125 lbs.

Known Languages

Nariama can speak the common tongue, and is fluent in elven, sylvan, halfling, and gnome. She is also now capable of understanding the base messages and emotions of spirits.

"The stories of the dead are written in shadows and whispers. Listen closely, and you might hear their secrets."

— Nariama Bellsong, Bard and Storyteller of the Sable Show Stage