DND OC pt 2 of idk how many I'll make

He used to belong to a cult, one of the most unhappiest members, he was picked on by his peers for being weak. So he isolated himself, all the while they planned to sacrifice him for his misery ; he was a liability, he had to go. He studied music, other things but nothing quite felt right other than the lyre he made himself. He trained, hard, and eventually was able to open a portal to escape. Now he travels, hopping between parties for coin, but everyone and every town he comes across ends in famine and fate. Now they call him the Death song.