Morthos is a renowned bard who had made a name for himself in the eastern northlands before joining with the group that would eventually become the Trollskull Syndicate. He lived a carefree lifestyle creating music and chasing love. It was while in the court of Lord Milgrod that Morthos would fall in love with Maurice, the son of Lord Milgrod. Once Lord Milgrod found out about the love affair he issued an arrest warrant for Morthos and the bard fled the lands governed by Lord Milgrod.

As a member of the Trollskull Syndicate Morthos continued his entertaining when he could and used his magical skills to help his friend overcome the many trials they faced. When they found out that Lord Milgrod had aligned himself with the vampire queen Faneara, and that Maurice was to be used as a sacrifice Morthos went to face Lord Milgrod. Maurice killed the Milgrod finding out in the process that Milgrod had become a vampire. Yet Maurice was still in Faneara's clutches so Morthos convinced his friends to help him free Maurice.

However it turned out that Maurice was not captured by Faneara and that it had been a trap all along. It was Morthos who Faneara wanted, and the story about Maurice had been a trap all along. Morthos had almost fallen into the trap but fortunately the Trollskull Syndicate was able to defeat Faneara. Morthos did not stick around for the celebrations in Nightstone, he set out to find Maurice. Unfortunately for Morthos his relationship with Maurice was doomed. Morthos had killed his father and Maurice blamed Morthos for the death of his sister as well. Maurice set out once again to chase new experiences and love, returning to Nightstone to meet his friends and find new adventure.

It has been a year since the syndicate split up and Faneara’s death. We were all supposed to made up back in nightstone to receive something, a bit vague. I have changed a lot since we killed Faneara, and I felt like I should recap what happened over a year just for the sake of myself. For one I changed what I usually would wear to a rich, dark purple overcoat that reaches to my knees of my black pants. It’s a new look for me, and Asher likes it. Oh…Yeah… Me and Maurice are no longer together, which hurts. We didn’t get along after he found out his sister had died; it didn’t go well or end well. And it was all in the first two months. Not a great start but things got better.

I got invited to play for events, weddings, taverns, and much more. One of them was a fencing event, where I would meet my new lover. This slim dragonborn with red scales and this long black leather trench coat. He was the quickest out of all the competitors, he was skilled with his rapier. His name was Asher. He was quite moody when I talked, he said he was less moody when first spoke to me. He accompanied me as I traveled, he was quite handsome, and I liked him. He seemed to like me back when one night we seemed to have made out for two hours. So, he is my lover, a dragonborn with some sort of tar breath, it’s acidic and melts things and people. I also thought it would be fun to write a tale about the syndicate and how we are heroes and all that with my free time, that and making out with Asher. But there is something that has been on my mind for awhile, when Faneara said she had me to start the ritual. Why did she need me and not Maurice? What is special about me that she saw? What did she know that I don’t? I will figure that out later…

But right now, me and Asher are getting close to nightstone now. About a day or two away. It would be nice so see the syndicate again. I wonder what Bob did with the stone though.