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The Tavern Trickster
It started with long nights never drinking, while so-called/ self-declared warriors and bards filled to the rafters of the mead hall turned tavern. The man entertained them all with tricks and illusions both simple and profound depending on the levels of ale or mead consumed by his audiences. Never using the word magic, if anyone pointed a finger, Wunjo simply blamed the spirits in the cups and not the ether.
Never a bard, never for a story, Wunjo, the Joyous plied his odd craft of tabletop games and illusions to always a growing crowd. The man sometimes felt the need to disarm some of the ill-gotten gains- gold coins smeared with humanoid blood, or something else. In his mind, pigs became monsters and warehouses became dungeons.
It was when things began to change for this tavern trickster.
The illusions turned and coiled stronger, louder, more obvious; until some consumers even identified it as something else, something familiar, something illegal. That was the time to get out, to get to making tales instead of just hearing drunken stories.
So here Wunjo is, thinking he is some sort of adventurer, not really knowing his abilities outside of his ancestral hall. Once the focus of a mighty lands under a distant horned ancestor. But with time and its losses it is now nothing but a simple town tavern.
OOC:
I have not thought of his abilities besides a slight of hand, distraction and bait and switch kind of illusion.