Tiefling bard by day, also tiefling bard by night. But, you know, in the dark.
The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death ye will find him;
His father’s sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
“Land of Song!” said the warrior bard,
“Tho’ all the world betray thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!”
- The Minstrel Boy, by Thomas Moore
Once, a tiefling scullery maid fell pregnant by her lover, a human noble. The noble didn’t know that tieflings breed true, and when he saw the baby for the first time he was horrified. So he had his court wizard erase her memories of him and cast them both out of his castle. She wandered for a while, homeless and destitute, but eventually found herself a position as housekeeper to the Head Librarian in a different kingdom. The Head Librarian took charge of her son’s education, seeing great potential in the boy. But the young tiefling was more interested in inspiring tales than in cataloguing them. He chose the name Kismet for himself, because he believed he had a great destiny.
Kismet was constantly getting into trouble with the help of his best friend, a gnome wizard named Stumbleduck. One day, the Head Librarian found Kismet teaching her a bawdy song he had written, the two of them laughing their heads off. He immediately threw Kismet out. Kismet believes this was because he angered the Head Librarian, who he regards as a father figure. The truth is that the Head Librarian was impressed by Kismet’s bardic skill, and realized immediately that he would never reach his full potential in the library.
Before Kismet left, his mother came to him and asked him where he was going. He told her he wasn’t sure, but that he might choose to seek out his father. She gave him the only clue she had left – a torn bit of cloth that had been used as his swaddling. In one corner, he can barely make out part of a noble crest. It looks like a golden ram, passant on a black field.
And so Kismet sets out, accompanied by his friend Stumbleduck, striving towards his great destiny… or is it an uncertain fate?
Example of Kismet’s Work:
There once was a tiefling from Kent,
Whose horns were exceptionally bent.
Quite good in a fight,
Less useful at night –
They kept poking holes in his tent.