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But the future was not kind to our friend, in a battle between burning undead and himself, his god left him and cyric won the priest over. Now the former priest of Tyr has a new master to serve.
The finest example of an Elven Warrior, he went missing a couple of decades ago, and has not been seen since.
I took well to the beginning of my training, eager to follow in the footsteps of my father. I was guided under the stern tutelage by Synon, a close friend, and travelling companion, of my father.
With the few other select Elves I was to train for many years. But the events to unfold were to cut short my training. After a decade of learning the fighting art of the Bladesong, we began our lessons of the magical arts and how to skillfully integrate tham into a battle.
Not long after this new phase of our training, my sister visited my training place to tell me of great news. News that I would never hear from her lips. My sister, Amaren, was among the fairest of Elven maidens, as beautiful in song and grace as she was in body and mind. She was the joy of our usually martial family.
She had come to tell me of wondeful news, that she was to wed the eldest of the Elven Princes, Theador Brightblade.
She called out my name, throwing my concentration and area of focus during spellcasting, and I...
Because of me, my sister is dead. Because of my foolishness, of my ignorance, I believed that I could control the forces of magic. Instead, I killed her with a grievous miscasting, ending all hope of my continued tuition.
When the Prince heard of this he was heart broken, and to hear some say it, he was more heartbroken than I, though I serverely doubt it. Having learnt of the Prince's anger with me, I was set to leave my training and the settlement where I grew up, and to seek out enemies of the Elves and do my duty as Bladesinger, even though I was to be surely cast out of the guild.
After mere hours following my departure, I came upon Synon, my teacher. He told me that my father had asked than he continue my training, in secret. As Synon owed his life to my father, he agreed and was waiting to tell me of this.
So my training continued, in secret, with none but Synon and my parents knowing. My training was different though. After the Tragedy, all spells failed on my lips, I was castrated as a Bladesinger. None the less, I persisted in my training, focussing on the martial side of the Art.
I trained for many years under the eye of Synon, and often, under the cover of night, visisted my parents and learned of how the settlement faired. As the years went on, my father seemed more and more worried with some matter that he would not divulge to me, the killer of his daughter. Don't get me wrong, we are not estranged, it's just that our relationship can sometimes be strained.
About 20 years before the completion of my training, my father went missing, without a word to anyone, not even my mother, although I have a feeling that Synon knows.
With my training finally finished, I set out into a world that I had never seen. I was to follow the duty and calls of all True Bladesingers, and fight as they would, but in my own particular style.
I hope, one day, to prove that magic is not necessary to be a Bladesinger, and I hope to found the first Guild of the Bladesong, with the mark of the jaguar, which does not use magic.
To do this, I need to prove myself, my style, and my philosophy in battle, to earn the respect for worthy Elves to choose my Guild over the others.
Soon after my travels began, I came across a drow, well, half drow. After challenging the drow, I soon discovered that he had friends who would protect him. They were not drows, two of them were actually Elves, one of them was even a priest of a god which stands on the side of good. This intrigued me. I decided to accompany this group for a while with the purpose of observing the half drow, who is a druid, and see if what they say is true, that he has a conscience and does not follow the path of Darkness.
My observations led me to see that he does indeed follow the path of good, although he seems to have an amazing desire to cause pain and damage to his party's foes as oppose to the traditional druid role of a support act in the battle. This, I believe, is the nature of the Drow showing through, and should be closely watched.
Having completed my observation, I am inclined to let the half drow live. Also, I have come to the conclusion that this group has a potential for making a name for itself. I have decided to travel with them for a while to help bolster the reputation of my Art, and to watch the drow...
He was born in the grey forest where as a child he studied in one of the libraries there, he spent his entire child hood there becoming an assistant librarian. Upon his ascension to Adulthood he became a proper librarian and continued to study there. He has always had an interest in dragons both for their beauty but also more a slightly deeper reasons the power that they wield!
He decided after the short time of thirty years that he would leave his home in search of new knowledge, so that he can continue his studies far more efficiently. It was on his first journey into the world and following rumours of dragons sightings headed towards the Ladies Lake. It was on route that he was captured by a group of, as he would put it the most rude and indecent barbarians imaginable, in other words some of the mercenaries from Chars camp. It was from here that he came to be imprisoned in the camp, along with a number of other people who he was travelling with at the time.
His current experiences in the outside world are few; he only really knows what he has read, so his experiences with other races have, up to a few weeks ago been limited. He does however have an open mind to the subject of his new companions, even the half drow, who must be good, as the blade singer has not yet killed him. However the Halfling and her friend named Nick who seems to own a lot of property that he is willing to share, could be another matter.
Volordian is a chief libraian within the Council Building in Ordulin. He was the man who intrdoduced you to the secret group who are trying to stop the war. He is a learned man in the art of lore, and genrous to the giving of his knowledge.
Harry the Barkeeper
This gentle giant of a man resides in an inn in Ordulin. He is known for his stories and hospitality. But most visit the inn to be in the place where the famed Galin Stonehammer and his party resided in. Once a renowned adventurer with his blade "Dawning Deva", he now settles down to spend his well earnt cash, and will never say no to a hand of cards.
Ceskar Archdruid
The Arch-Druid of Sembia is a curious creature who will welcome all who he has a purpose for. He lives with the nation of Tranites a cross breed of sprites and Brownies. Little people who are only about two inches tall, but all have rare and powerfull magical powers. (It is said that not even samaster the great would cross these little people.) Ceska has made his pledge to serve and protect these little people until he lives no more.
Char
Char is a thorn, a pest, in all that our group of adventures tries to achive. Everything that seems to be troubling the area Char has his sticky paws in. The adventures can taste and smell his rancid plots miles away, but no matter what they do he always seeems to get the upper hand. Why? a good question is that, is he somehow a powerful mage, a slippery theif or does he answer to a higher power may it be mortal or diety. What ever the reason might be you know he's just plain filfth.
Llew's Imposter
Is Llew's imposter really a lich? who did kill Llew? Why did they want him dead? Why did they want a dragon heart? Or even better a question what did the Dragon heart do to the imposter???......Many questions few answers.
Ochir Naal
Ochir Naal is an evil man with even eviler intentions. What are they? Who do they concern? Where is he now? What does he look like? Is he the master or just an aprentice? Only the future will decide.