Jinkso: The Bard
Jinkso was happily strumming on his mandolin in the local tavern. He was a handsome man with striking features. He was of normal size for a Human male and had an athletic build. He had short neat brown hair and a full beard and mustache. His eyes were a light brown. He wore a forest green shirt and tunic. His pants were brown, as were his shoes. Finally, he wore a green Robin Hood hat with a single eagle feather sticking out of it. He could see the gorgeous day through the window and how he wished he could take his music outside rather than remain cooped up inside.
The wind picked up in an instant and the entire inside of the tavern went black. Mere moments later, just as quickly as it had come, the darkness was gone and the light had returned. However, a man in plate mail was now standing in the center of the room facing Jinkso. Jinkso couldn't tell if the man was in fact looking at him, as his face was hidden under his helm, but he suspected that he was.
"Can I help you with something, friend?" asked Jinkso.
"You can indeed, noble Bard."
"Well, I don't know about the noble part," said Jinkso. "However, I'm listening. Who are you?"
"I am the Avatar of Helm, god of protection."
"What would the god of protection want with a bard like me?"
"You are a good man whose deeds have not gone unnoticed by the gods. I am here to ask you for your aid."
Jinkso looked taken aback by the Avatar's statement.
"Thank you, I hope," said Jinkso. "What can I help you with?"
"There is a kingdom far from here in danger of attack. It is a kingdom that I have taken a special interest in. I am asking you to help defend it in my name."
"You do know that I'm not one of your followers, right?"
"I do."
"But you want my help anyway?"
"I do."
A smile crossed Jinkso's face. "Well then," he said. "Count me in."
To be continued...