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A human male of indeterminate age (most would guess anywhere from mid 40's to mid 70's) but obviously still physically fit. Bai usually wears boots (he hasn't found a pair he likes that will last for more than a month in Marsember), a pale blue robe, and a worn, granite grey cloak that falls nearly to the floor. Bai's robe is tied at the waist with a black sash. Carried in this sash is a katana who's scabbard and hilt are the red of the rising sun. The blade is peace-bonded with a blue cord that matches the color of Bai's robe. Additionally Bai carries an unadorned staff that appears to be made from either bone or else highly polished white wood. Unless Bai's directly involved in a conversation his eyes usually hold a look of elsewhereness. Bai was born into a military caste on a different world. He was raised for his entire life to become part of that military caste and had actually earned the unspoken position of next leader of the caste. Then for reasons he rarely discusses he left. In that time he has wandered many different lands, including one similar to Kara-Tur; learned to become an expert bowyer and fletcher; and met the elven mage, Yb, though between the two of them it's still difficult to determine what happened in their mutual past. Bai honestly doesn't know how he got to Marsember, but his life has taken some radical turns since he arrived. Bai gets positively tight lipped about the whole subject but has let slip that it has something to do with Yb and events transpiring back in their own world. It is also obvious to all that Bai has acquired some magical talents since arriving in Marsember. Bai tends to keep to himself, and his dour personality tends to encourage others to let him stay that way. He's always willing to aid those he's befriended, though often as not he's too busy trying to minimize the damage Yb is causing. Bai usually drinks water, but has been known to relax with a glass of wine and a few rounds of dancing, or else a tankard of Mist of the Peaks. If Bai starts asking for dwarven spirits expect the value of any real estate you own in Marsember to have just plummeted. |
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