Krowburn

History of Alberdias Carnivalldi Early years "there once was a scholar, Young and Wise.. tired he became, with Pale blue eyes.." Born in a small cabin to unknown lord, there's not much known about the early life of Alberdias Carnivalldi Age 50 (18-ish by elven legal Standards within the border countries supposedly?) (don't blame me for your lore please he's just "older" late 20's at this point, I'm basing it on Shadow of Mordor ages for the race.) upon graduating as a master of multiple forms of magic and automaton engineering the now Master Alberdias Carnivalldi desired to return home.. yet as he arrived at his old home, he found it pillaged, the surfs murdere'd and his titles struck from record in a foul land grab by a greedy human duke. Age 150 "Tick Tick Tick-ity Tack The Heart of the Wicked man unstopping with his attack, Come for the Duches's soldiers He'd die and come back ever Screaming, and Never ceasing his attack.." After over 100 years of creating golems and various magical pieces and weapons and the successful displacing the duke, he found himself as a court magic artisan for the dukes heir. a kinder Duchess at that point then their father, this did not quell his anger.. nor his quiet hatred for the humans whom had debauched his former home, from killing his people, to having their children now using his nursery as a dueling room, upon the 125th anniversary of the slaughter of his people, the artisan, and Mage of the Clockwork men, let loose his masterpiece.. a finely made clockwork golem named "Kane, the unending" a monstrous and blood thirsty humanoid with a homunculus heart and brain which went on a Bloody rampage from within the castle's deepest chambers as it was let loose as a gift to the duchess's father the son of the duke that killed Alberdias Carnivalldi's house. rumors and myth still tell of the man with a clicking heart falling over dead after being slain, only to sprout back up, and begin fighting again.. as the villain of the plot.. vanished into legend, the details of his appearance and profession muddling together over the next 100 years from a tinkering mage with a Jester's makeup, to a artisan, to a foreign inventor to finally being a "clever court jester".. Age 270 "and along the wrinkles with years then greying fade of age, myth may resurface.. as some myths, legends are Real.." Apearence A worn and pale High elf, Dressed in a Thick adventuring coat with trimmed silk and brass plating to match that of his prosthetic arm. his learned and tired visage drooping down his sharp chin, a contrast to his warm and cheery Bright red Jester's Nose painted and gleaming between his pale blue eyes and the Samhein mask he always wears aside his head atop paled auburn hair..