Joined the staff on February 15th, 2013.
Feel free to approach him with any question you have. If he does not have the answer he will do his best to point you in the direction to find the answer, or if possible he will escalate your request depending on what it is.
Singing, and writing songs, was amongst the things he knew back then. He didn’t know too much about everything else, but Belanor did his best to live a good life and be true to himself. With his half broken lute, rusted old flute, and his backpack, he roamed the world alongside merchants, or sometimes armies, trying to uplift their spirit with music.
After quite a few years of this life, this “routine” that became somewhat uninteresting, Belanor decided to try to go hunt for a new adventure, to fight with the warriors... Even though in the end his intentions were noble, the young Halfling found himself surrounded by werewolves. His comrades had been killed by the overwhelming swarm of evil and he was but one.
He fought and slashed his short sword as best as he could. One werewolf down, one more, and another... He found himself with but a handful, but he had grown weary. He couldn’t fight anymore.
The only thing he could remember is getting pummelled to the ground, and then a bright flash of light just before passing out.
Belanor woke up on a floor made of white and gold marble, clean clothes, his ebony lute looking brand new as if it had never been broken, his flute turned into precious ivory. “What in the world...?” was all he could think, but all of a sudden a loud voice came out of nowhere and everywhere as if a chorus’ song was converging onto him, singing to him... The voice said, “A new adventure begins Halfling. Your new life begins... now.”