Nadril Galamyn, from the icy tundra and pine forrested plains of Tamarayn, traveled by ship down to Port Adventure, hoping for its namesake. After meeting a dashing if slightly drunk rogue by the name of Bartholomew decided to set out for the barrows in the woods, for study and adventure, but on their way from the town were attacked by deamons, and after the fight, were once again waylaid by an old man by the name of Yorath, who deigned it neccesary to send them off on erends to the tower of a wizard in the city.
Long story short, he neerly died at the hands of a slimey tentacle monster. But, luckily for him, was saved by a fellow by the name of Jarod, Jarod Davis. By which time he was rather sticky and smelt rather bad, so, after he changed he, Jarod and Bartholomew decided to sod the rest and go womanising.
Later, at the house of earthly pleasures the poor young Frost Elf was set upon by a cruel creature, and not the kind he had hoped for, doomed with his life lying in tatters before him he fled into the woods, whereupon he was set upon by orcs, guarding an unusual ice pillar.
Magic exuded from the pillar and the area surrounding it, so he fled and, with a little persuading, gained a party of strong men, women and young to examine it. And by events, assisted in the gathering of four draconic statues.
But, just as he was among good people, with good intentions, and with, even a glimmer of a chance of doing good, one last time before that within him took him over, he was snatched away by one who he trusted, a schollar..... Charles.
Frivolous and fun seeking and a true rarity amongst the Kender folk as a triplet, Foxglove Firefix had wandered into the tavern to seek shelter from the weather...her high pitched voice had annoyed many but her intentions were harmless. Merely caring for lost and misplaced items until they could be returned to their rightful owners... easily distracted with pretty and shiny things she wandered around the tavern and the surroundings happily chatting to any who would communicate with her...*borrowing things as she went*....
Her love of adventure and her fearless nature was her downfall though. As the tavern was attacked she followed those who defended it, ever eager for more adventure..
“Hello who are you I am Foxglove...” As the blows fell upon her she attempted to defend herself and those beside her but all were felled... as those about her were healed the harmless Kender was ignored, her life slipping away from her as the blood drained from her wounds...to late someone decided to care, as her final breath left her body.
Rose Firefix had trailed along behind her sister Foxglove through the forest, distracted by a butterfly she had wandered alone becoming separated from Foxglove.
“Have you seen my sister?” was the innocent question she asked as she entered the tavern... met with much hostility and distrust she learnt of her sister’s death, “New Adventure” she was heard to mutter as she wandered around.
Deciding to loiter around the tavern and the many pretty and shiny things Rose became the centre of some attention and various travellers seemed ever interested in the contents of her pouches offering her items for pretty stones she had collected but none so pretty and shiny as her stones..
A strange man in black by the name of Charles attempted to bargain for the stones with a shiny cap but offended the innocent Kender who losing her temper stamped her feet and threw torrents of abuse at the bad man! Then distracted by a much nicer butterfly off she wandered, skipping her way around the trees happily chatting to herself and any who would listen..later she would witness him murder the frost elf but did anyone listen to her?..
A green skinned goblin approached her also interested in her pouch and its contents but a Kenders pouch is her own not for goblins...Thump! Viscously attacked she slumped to the muddy ground, unconscious...on coming around she discovered her bag being rifled but then a group of creatures distracted her attackers and she made good use of the distraction chasing a butterfly and laughing at the birds...
A strange sound..a rip in the atmosphere catching her attention as two creatures appear before her “Hello..my names Rose”... grabbed and dragged backwards she continued chattering away as she was grabbed roughly from behind..”But I want to talk to them!” exclaimed the Kender, “No my dear, they will hurt you and send you to the dead realms” came a voice behind her pulling her away from the creatures. “Boring!” she cried as she skipped away...
THUMP! Knocked to the ground once more....
Regaining consciousness, finding her pouch and bag stolen she sees her assailant heading to the tavern..giving chase she follows him inside..eventually spotting him in a side room she charged in “THIEF!! You stole my things!” her temper erupting a torade of insults and abuse..he hands her the pouches but she sees only a thief and one who attacked her..a flash of a dagger to his chest she turns and skips away...
Meandering around the tavern touching shinies and admiring peoples pretty things she hears a voice “Arrest that Kender for murder!” Turning she is faced with her accuser, a brief struggle, a knife to her throat then one from behind...she slumps to the ground following her sister in the next adventure...her murderer walking free....
SARIF
Venerable healer to all, survived the closing of the rift in Utanyeat with some considerable cost and the loss of an Elven maiden he had started to consider as a friend.
Journeyed to an new island to close another rift and died defending an innocent from evil doers.
GORT
The goblin gladiator had fought for his freedom but the doctrination of his slave years had never left him.
EAT! DRINK! FIGHT! SLEEP!
All of these he did despite his fear "ov da fings i nda woods"
He died facing an enemy unlike any he had seen before. Foul demons from a place he did not understand.
He fought to his last breathe, even using his enemies own weapons against them...