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Valentin
Legacy Name: Serenade

The Glade Malticorn
Owner: Asmodeus

Age: 17 years, 4 weeks

Born: March 22nd, 2007

Adopted: 13 years, 10 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: June 1st, 2010

Pet Spotlight Winner
March 22nd, 2013

Statistics

• Level: 91
   
• Strength: 225
   
• Defense: 225
   
• Speed: 225
   
• Health: 225
   
• HP: 0/225
   
• Intelligence: 28
   
• Books Read: 28
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

Underneath the harvest moon
Where the ancient shadows will play and hide
With a ghostly tune and the devil's pride
"Stranger," whispered all the town,
"Has he come to save us from Satan's hand?
Leading them away to a foreign land..."

Play for me, minstrel, play
And take away our sorrows
Play for me, minstrel, play
And we'll follow
Hear, listen, can you hear
The haunting melody surrounding you
Weaving a magic spell all around you...

He loved the sea. Born and raised in a port town, he spent a lot of time at the docks, watching the ships sail off. He was sure that one day he would be on one of those ships. Maybe he'd be off to find strange new lands. Or end up fighting for his life against pirates on a wealthy merchant's ship. Or he could be out to sea for several days, catching shoals of fish. Even the ferry that traveled along the continent's edge would be exciting; meeting new people, seeing new sights.

Fate had a different hand for him, however. His father, a merchant who carried goods from the docks to the capital of their kingdom, thought he had no business on any sort of boat. Tired of his frequent demands to go sailing or fishing, the man had tossed him a clarinet and told him to "make good use of it, there's a good lad". While it didn't satisfy his longing for the sea, he quite enjoyed practicing and playing with it.

Pursuing the girl of his dreams in his later years led him to move to the capital. There, not only did he get engaged with her, he also made quite a name for himself as a musician. It was to be happily ever after...

. . .
The wedding never took place. Doubts crept into his mind, and with them a sly voice that spoke to him in a most convincing manner; "Here, now, she doesn't seem so thrilled to see you, does she? Does she love you still, I wonder?" The words echoed what he felt but daren't voice aloud. "Perhaps you should find out what's on her mind. I can tell you how. Let me show you..."

He thought he was going insane. The voice simply would not go away. Mistakenly convinced that it was just a figment of his imagination, he agreed to its deal in the hopes that it would fall silent and give him peace.

Instead, he was granted the power to charm small animals with his clarinet. It not only put them under his command, but also gifted them with some intelligence and enabled him to understand their speech. He found that this made the birds and mice he directed ideal spies, for who would suspect the creatures?

The troubling truth he discovered about his fiance, as well as the antagonism of that hated voice, pushed him over the edge. He killed her and her lover in a blind rage. When he came to his senses and realized what he'd done, however...

. . .
"No matter," said the voice smoothly. "Two souls are already in my possession thanks to you. Though you've not managed to end your life that day, in the end, your soul is still mine-- we made a deal. You're sure to ruin more lives with this power, so it works in my favor either way."

. . .
He wanders from town to town, under the guise of a wandering minstrel. In truth he collects information for his best friend and "savior", Blanc. The voice was never entirely gone, but it seemed satisfied that he continued using his "gift" (no matter how unhappily he does so), and leaves him alone... Usually.

[layout : Necolasa]
[lyrics : blackmore's night "play, minstrel, play"]

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