My beginnings are vague. I spent my time swirling about as wind, my primal form, blowing atop the high peaks of the mountains. The music of my passing was wondrous as the trees sang in harmony, the crags and ravines amplifying my songs. I was content. One day, my satisfaction if life changed dramatically, when I learned curiosity. A lone man, one of many races with which I had previously no dealings with, reclined near a favorite spot of mine, and began creating beautiful sounds with a tool of some form, which I later learned to be a harp. It was truly harmonious.

I followed this man down the mountains to places I had never been, to a large habitation of creatures similar in form to his. This was Sylvandell. I halted just outside of this town, and concentrated on powers I had never tapped before to shift my form into something more solid. I now wore the shape of one of these men. I mingled with the inhabitants, familiarizing myself with their ways, customs, and languages. Such learning came easily to me. In particular, I spent much of my time in the halls where more such players of instruments perfected their trade, the local bard's guild. After studying them for a great deal of time in mortal years, though time has little meaning to me, I felt confident in my ability to duplicate, and even exceed their abilities. I returned to the mountains and concentrated my powers once again, bringing forth all the winds from far and near, which formed a mighty instrument, my beloved Harp of the Four Winds. Having seen that many of the bards' tales held a fascination with courage and honor and swordplay, I decided to learn first-hand of these marvels, and used the magic of my Harp to forge a mighty blade. I traveled to one of the towns of the Realms, Mesraht by name, and there played in the local inn, earning the coins that seem so important to these people. Now able to afford all the trappings of mortals, I set out to find the honor and glory of the ballads. Perhaps hundreds of mortal years did I travel, I know not. Many battles fought, many wars witnessed, and many wonders did I behold, satisfying my thirst for knowledge and adventure.

In time, I acquired a measure of fame, and much fortune. Through it all, my real pleasure came from singing and playing ballads in the local inns. I tired eventually of slaughtering creatures that were basically helpless to harm my immortal form, and concentrated solely on performing my songs. I cared not if I played for kings, peasants, forest creatures, or just myself, as long as I could immerse myself into the music. I return even today to the mountians, shedding my mortal form, when I desire solitude.