Levayla

Lodge Bard

Levayla is Bratton’s best friend and ever-present companion, though some would say she wishes she could be more. In any case, Bratton is completely oblivious, apparently having never considered her a potential mate. Levayla herself zealously denies any interest if it’s brought up, and Bratton laughs at the absurdity of it, claiming that such a relationship would mean she would have to give up being his companion to "stay home and wash his clothes or some other nonsense."

Levayla is willing to share her bardic knowledge with any member, but she almost exclusively sings songs of Bratton’s bravery.

There are unfounded rumors that she is associated with the The Harpers.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

Levayla trained at Fechlyre College.

Social

Mannerisms

Levayla is always joyous and chipper, even in the face of danger, a trait she undoubtedly picked up from her time among the fey.

Speech

The bard's voice is impressively high-pitched when singing, but in conversation her voice is quite squeaky.

Race
Half-Elf

Size
Medium

Class
Bard 6

Alignment

Chaotic Good

Current Location

Hunter's Glen

Honorary & Occupational Titles

Friend of Fechlyre
Huntress

Belief/Deity

Milil

Aligned Organization

Hunting Lodge of Hunter's Glen

Other Affiliations

• Fechlyre College
• The Harpers

Bratton's Ballad
Traditional drinking song heard at the Hunter's Glen Lodge, usually accompanied by gunfire and cheers! Drink every time you hear his name! --by Levayla, Bard of Fechlyre

Noooo oooone.... sights like Bratton!
(Hey!)
No one fights like Bratton!
(punch)
No one hits-like-a-paladin's-smite like Bratton!
(Ho!)

Raaaaangers chase prey thruuu ter-raiiiin,
But Bratton just aims for-the-brain!
(gunfire)

(You heard me!)
Nooooo ooooooooooooooooooone... throws dice like Bratton!
No one has lice like Bratton! (Sorry, Bratton, Illayne threatened to skin me if I left out her line!)
(laughter)
No one takes-quests-to-kill-overgrown-mice like Bratton!

Sure Adab maaaaaay beeee a Sa-age,
But that won't stop Bratton's rage!
(boom-boom!) (Two slams of empty tankards hitting the tables, sometimes playfully hitting your neighbor, but I don't like that version. Ouch!)