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A place to chronicle all the characters I never get to play. May I dust them off later.

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Name Since when do....errrhhh I mean Finorous "Whiskers" Mallray
Race:Field Mouse of....Human
Alignment: Unaligned with strongly chaotic tendencies.
Class: Warlock (Star Pact)
Paragon Path: Doomsayer
Epic Destiny: Demigod
Background: I am sure you have heard some story somewhere about some princess happening across a pretty pond one day. In that pond the lovely princess finds a talking toad claiming to be some princess transformed by some horrible witch or other nasty thing. The little green bloke then goes on to claim that the only thing that can break the horrid curse is to have the beautiful prince kiss him and then they shall live happily every after.

What a load of bollocks. Frogs certainly can't talk when they are frogs, they lack the proper wind pipes. And for all the angels in the higher realms, you think that witches powerful enough to turn people into frogs would certainly have better things to do then curse some idiotic bloke. Not to mention, who in the Nine Hells came up with the idea that a kiss fixes anything?

Finorous Mallray would certainly agree with all of that.

Well that is to say he would certainly agree now that he is capable of more cognitive thought. You see Finorous (often called Whiskers because...well you'll see) wasn't always the dashing young man that he is now. He was upon a time was a simple little field mouse living his days lazily grazing in the fields of old man Habbindasher's farm.

That is until one fateful, or depending on point of view perhaps cursed, night when Finorous was out in the corn field. A strange silver light began to glow in the sky and slowly it grew bigger and bigger until a bright shining red and silver ball soared through the sky and...CRASHED right into old man Habbindasher's farm house completely obliterating the old wood building. Needless to say the shockwave sent poor Finorous sailing through the air and into the nearby forest.

It was several days, at least by Finorous' best guess, before he awoke in the forest. However, something was really odd. Number one he was mighty chilly and the woods seemed awfully drafty for the fur covered mouse. Finorous looked down and noticed something really different. His soft brown fur had been replaced with the pink colored skin, a lot like old man Habbinbasher's (Finorous' wasn't quite so wrinkled of course) and his paws were replaced by those odd looking hands that the old man.

This scared the soul nearly out of the soft little mouse and he bolted from the clearing he was lying in. Oh my gods what happened, why I am naked, why I am in the woods, what in the holy living demon armies was that thing? Suddenly Finorous stopped. Since when did he have thoughts beyond eat, hide, and laze about. This entire experience was just getting odder by the minute for the young mouse...err man...mouse...thing.

Suddenly a vision flashed before Finorous's eyes. He saw a tower in the distance and a secret entrance was revealed to him. Finorous really not knowing what else to do (afterall following random visions that pop into your mind might be a perfectly acceptable thing to do for a human) decided that perhaps he could discover some way to change himself back at this place.

So butt naked Finorous departed on a journey to the tower. Some 2 weeks and a host of embarrassing encounters later, the young mouse-man arrived at the tower and managed to get his way in. What he discovered was a sight to be hold indeed.

Apparently the tower was the resting place of Azrukh, a lower being from a place known as the Far Realm. According to many of the texts (apparently Finorous could read and several languages even ones that appeared quite outlandish), Azrukh had been destroyed when several of the other Far beings decided to steal his power. They took what they want from Azrukh and buried the other piece throughout the planes. Finorous learned that one such piece, more specifically the piece that included Azrukh's powers of prophecy and farsight had fallen near the farm and that was (apparently) what had transformed him from simply field mouse to human. He also learned that if he could gather the other fragments of Azrukh's essence than he could ascend to the Far and take a place amongst its governing beings.

Normally mice wouldn't be interested in such things, however, Finorous thought it sounded neat to be able to manipulate the fates of others (a speciality of Azrukh's apparently) and if a stray piece of quasi-divine being hadn't crushed old man Habbindasher then he would of made a nice target. However, being able to mess with other mean farmers and their damn cats did have a nice ring to it as did doing what every a being from the Far did. So the young man absorbed the shard of Azrukh hidden then, checked on possible other locations, and equipped himself with the treasures hidden deep in the tomb.

Finorous has wandered the world ever since (well for about 2 years), seeking out the remaining shard of Azrukh's being that will allow him to ascend to the Far. He has yet to find it but we he does the former mouse now Far-touched warlock will be a force to be reckoned with no doubt.

Description:Finorous appears to be a gaunt human in his early to mid twenties. He has long flowing black hair and his facial features are sharp (some would say rat-like). He has a scar over his right eye (no one knows why, as a mouse he never got hurt enough to leave scars) and is fairly tone despite his lean stature. He is rarely seen (because he only owns a simple tunic and pants besides his armor) without his black leather armor on. It is a strange set with odd symbols etched into it. Even one of the shoulder guards has been molded and then crafted (with plenty studs and really just some amazing leatherwork) to appear like a vicious looking skull. He commonly wields a bright red wand topped with a green gem in one hand and a wicked looking scythe (i.e. it continues the skull motif by having a silver skull at the top of the black wood handle with the silvered blade protruding from the skulls mouth).
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Anneliese "Princess" Norda

 

Character Sheet Name : Anneliese "Princess" Norda Clan : Ventrue Bloodline : Malkovian Covenant : Invictus Embrace : 2001 Apparent age : 18 Mental attributes : Intelligence 2, Wits 3, Resolve 2 Physical attributes : Strength 1, Dexterity 3, Stamina 2 Social attributes : Presence 2, Manipulation 4, Composure 3 Mental skills : Academics 1, Computer 1, Investigation 2, Occult 1, Politics 2 Physical skills : Drive 1, Larceny 1, Stealth 1, Weaponry 1 Social skills : Empathy 1, Expression 1, Intimidation 1, Persuasion 2 (+1 Fast-Talking), Socialize 2, Streetwise 1, Subterfuge 3 (Lying +1, Spotting Lies +1) Merits: Resources 3, Barfly, Status 1 (Invictus), Allies 1 (City Hall), Haven Size 1, Haven Location 1, Striking Looks, Mentor(Trikov) 3 Willpower: 5 Humanity: 5 Derangements: Obsessive Compulsive Virtue: Prudence Vice: Greed Health: [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] [ ] Initiative: 6 Defense: 3 Speed: 9 Blood potency: 2 Disciplines: Dominate 2, Obfuscate 1 Vitea/per turn: 11/1 Gear: Kevlar Vest, Knife, Laptop, Fake ID

 

Background Born into wealth and privilege in New York, Anneliese (Annie to her nannies and maids) had only the finest while growing up. She loved horseback riding, boating, and going to Europe with her family. However, when she was eight she was shipped to the Attran Prep School in Vermont while her parents went on a three year tour of Europe. Attran was Anneliese's first real hard look into the political and social structure in which her family lived. Here she learned that it wasn't necessarily how smart you were, or how good you were at sports, but the world was driven more by the connections you had and how you were willing to use them. Even at this young age, Anneliese seized on the opportunity to use her natural charm and force of personality to ease her way to the top of nearly every social clique. She graduated from the school with honors for being the top student with having done only a fraction of her own actual work. She spent a couple of years at home after Attran before her parents decided to take a tour of Africa. This time, Anneliese welcomed the opportunity to be rid of her parents and returned to the social scene of school she loved so much. This time she was sent to Lillard's School for Girls in New Hampshire. It took her almost no time to claim back to the top of the social scene. Even as a freshmen, Annaliese was a staple of nearly every powerful social clique on campus. Annaliese perfected her arts of manipulation and charm while at Lillard's and managed once again to claim top academic honors (largely for others work) as well as many popularity awards. Annaliese got accepted to many prestigious universities but decided to attend Concordia in Moorhead, Minnesota due to its relative distance from her parents and their home in New York and its excellent pre-law program. The young woman quickly excelled at her old tricks once more, and found that every facet of college life allowed an outlet for her skills. She quickly won a position as head of the Freshmen Caucus and although not the most outspoken member of student government, she quickly got a name for intelligent deal making and a ruthless demeanor when acquiring just what she wanted (for students of course). She made the dean's list for her first semester based off the work she was able to manipulate out of several tutors. After first semester ended, she went to St. Paul with her roommate instead of going to China with her parents. This was one of the biggest mistakes of her life. While partying one night with her roommate at a local bar, Anneliese was drawn in by a strange yet incredibly handsome figure. They preceded to talk the night away and eventually this man persuaded Anneliese to come with him. She agreed and followed the man out of the bar. Little did she know that the man was actually a vampire and that when they were sufficiently alone he attacked her. However, something odd happened. The creature of the night was so attracted to Anneliese that instead of simply draining her and leaving her for dead, he embraced the young woman and brought her to his haven. When Anneliese awoke the next night the man simply introduced himself as King and told Anneliese that she was now his princess (a pet name her father at had for her as a little girl). Anneliese was stunned but took a few minutes to analyze the situation. She agreed to serve King, all the while plotting his downfall. King trained the young "Princess" in being a creature of the night and how to use her already natural charm, coupled with her new vampiric powers to feed. The King also taught her a brutal distaste for humans that she didn't quite agree, however, her master had her commit horrible acts often for his amusement. Overtime, Anneliese grew to realize that her master was largely unstable and he took many risks that other Kindred did not. However, as her power grew she felt her hold on reality beginning to slip. She slowly noticed that minor pet peaves that bothered her before her embrace now had to be regulated and her world ordered perfectly. Her part of her master's haven was meticulously kept and she always attempted to ensure she looked impossibly well kept as well. And so this dance continued between the two for several years, until one fateful night when the King choose to sleep. Annaliese had turned one of King's mortal allies against the vampire that had embraced her and convinced the man to disclose the location of her master's haven to his political rivals. Before they arrived, she cleaned King out for everything he was worth (which it turns out was a substantial bit of money) and fled his lair. Her master was destroyed while he slumbered away. So Anneliese was released into the world, where she quickly started to make a place for herself. She used the fortune she had stolen from King and some of the contacts in city hall she had accrued while under his rule, to establish a legitimate identity for herself and acquire a small boutique in the St. Paul downtown. This largely tapped the fortune Anneliese had acquired, but the boutique brought in enough business to keep her living comfortably for the moment. With her freedom, the young Kindred also made her entrance into the vampire political scene. She joined the Invictus and found service under a minor organizational leader, a man by the name of Alexander Trikov. Trikov was more than willing to help Anneliese revamp her boutique because he recognized the girl had the ability to go places within the organization but she would also be a powerful tool to the prince. She is currently working on project ideas for establishing more ties to local hospitals and blood banks for additional access to blood supplies.

Personality and Appearance to come later.

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General Race: Human Class: Warlock(Star Pact)/Doomsayer/Demigod XP/Next Level: 375,000/450,000 Gold: 1,400 HP: 151 Bloodied: 75 Surges(Value): 13/13 (37) Action Points: 1 Initiative: +21 Defenses AC: 33 (10+12+3+3+5) Fort: 34(10+12+6+1+5) Refl: 32 (10+12+3+1+1+5) Will: 32 (10+12+3+1+1+5) Attack Workspaces Constitution: +23 (+12+6+5) Charisma: +23 (+12+6+5) Weapon: +20 (+12+1+2+5) Damage Workspace Constitution/Charisma: Power+11 (6+5). +1 if Psychic or Necrotic. +2 if Bloodied. Weapon: 2d6+6 Ability Scores Str: 12 (+1) Con: 22 (+6) Dex: 16 (+3) Int: 16 (+3) Wis: 16 (+3) Cha: 23 (+6) Class Features Eldritch Blast: Know the at-will-power Eldritch Blast. Dire Radiance: Know the at-will-spell Dire Radiance. Fate of the Void: When an enemy under your Warlock's Curse is reduced to 0 hp or fewer you gain a +2 bonus to any d20 roll during your next turn. These bonuses are cumulative. Prime Shot: If no allies are nearer to your target than you are, gain +1 to ranged attack rolls against that target. Shadow Walk: On your turn, if you move at least 3 squares away from where you started your turn, you gain concealment until the end of your next turn. Warlock's Curse: As a minor action, place a curse that causes the target to take an additional +3d6 damage. This may be applied to multiple targets but not the same target or one who is the target of another curse. Doomsayer's Action: When you spend an action point to take an extra action, you also deal the extra damage of your warlock's curse to all your enemies currently effected by it. Doomsayer's Proclamation: Enemies within 10 squares roll twice against fear and must take the lower of two rolls. Doomsayer's Oath: When you are bloodied, gain +2 to attack rolls made using a power with fear as the keyword. Divine Spark: Increase two ability scores by 2. (Con and Cha chosen) Divine Recovery: The first time you are reduced to 0 hp or fewer each day, you regain hp equal to half your maximum hp.

 

At-Will Powers Dire Radiance Arcane, Fear, Implement, Radiant Standard Action Ranged 10 Target: One Creature Attack: Constitution vs. Fortitude Hit: 2d6+Con radiant damage. If the target moves near to you on its next turn it takes an additional 2d6+Con damage. Eldritch Blast Arcane, Implement Standard Action Ranged 10 Target: One Creature Attack: Charisma vs. Reflex Hit: 2d10+Cha damage. Special: This power counts as a ranged basic attack. Eyebite Arcane, Charm, Implement, Psychic Standard Action Ranger 10 Target: 1 creature Attack: Constitution vs. Reflex Hit: 2d6+Con psychic damage and you are invisible to your target until the start of your next turn. Basic Sickle Attack Standard Action, Melee Weapon Target: One Creature Attack: Strength vs. AC Hit: 2d6+STR+Enhancement bonus damage.

 

Encounter Powers Sign of the Ill Omen Arcane, Implement, 7th Standard Action, Ranged 10 Target: One Creature Attack: Charisma vs. Will Hit: 2d6+Cha damage, and the target must roll twice for its next attack and use the lower of the two rolls. It also takes a penalty equal to my INT mod to each roll. Coldfire Vortex Arcane, Implement, Cold or Radiant, 11th Standard Action Ranged 10 Primary Target: One Creature Attack: Constitution vs. Fortitude Hit: 2d10+Con radiant or cold damage. Make a secondary attack. Secondary Target: All creatures adjacent to the primary target. Secondary Attack: Constitution vs. Reflex Hit: 1d10+Con+Int cold or radiant damage. Strand of Fate Arcane, Implement, 17th Standard Action Ranged 10 Target: One Creature Attack: Charisma vs. Reflex Hit: 1d8+Cha and the target gains vulnerability 10+Int to all attack until the end of your next turn. Dark Transport Arcane, Implement, 23rd Standard Action Ranged 10 Target: One Creature Attack: Charisma vs. Will Hit: 4d10+Cha and you get to swap places with the target also you may teleport a number of squares equal to your Int mod after you swap.

 

Daily Powers Thief of Five Fates Arcane, Implement, 9th Standard Action Ranged 10 Target: One Creature Attack: Charisma vs. Will Hit: Until the end of your next turn, whenever the target makes a saving throw or an attack roll, you roll a d20 without modifiers. If your result is higher than the unmodified roll of the target, the target fails its throw or misses. Sustain Minor: Make a Charisma vs. Will attack against the target. On a hit the effect continues. On a miss the effect ends. Curse of the Golden Mist Arcane, Charm, Implement, 15th Standard Action Ranged 10 Target: One creature Attack: Charisma vs. Will Hit: The target loses its next standard action. Sustain Minor: Make another attack. On a hit the effect continues. Wrath of Acamar Arcane, Implement, Necrotic, Teleportation, 19th Standard Action Ranged 10 Target: One Creature Attack: Charisma vs. Reflex Hit: 4d10+Cha necrotic damage and the target disappears into the starry realm (save ends). Special:The target takes 1d10 necrotic damage at the start of its turn, can make no action, and cannot be targeted. A save returns it to its square or if that is occupied the nearest unoccupied square of its choosing. Thirteen Baleful Stars Arcane, Fear, Fire, Implement, Psychic, 25th Standard Action Ranged 10 Target: One Creature Attack: Constitution vs. Will Hit: 5d10+Con fire and psychic damage also the target is stunned till the end of my next turn. Miss: Target takes half damage and is dazed until the end of my next turn.

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Utility Spells Ethereal Stride Encounter, Arcane, Teleportation, 2nd Move Action Personal Effect: You can teleport 3 squares, and you gain +2 power bonus to all defenses until the end of your next turn. Dark One's Own Luck Daily, Arcane, 6th Free Action Personal Trigger: You make a roll you dislike Effect: Reroll the attack, skill, or ability check, or saving throw and take the better result. Shielding Shades Daily, Arcane, 10th Immediate Reaction Personal Trigger: You are hit by an attack Effect: Reduce the attack's damage to 0. If the attack hits other character they still take damage. Accursed Shroud Daily, Arcane, 11th Standard Action Ranged: 5 Effect: You place your Warlock's Curse upon the target. In addition, it must reroll any successful attack it makes while affected by your curse and take the new result. Infuriating Elusiveness Encounter, Arcane,Illusion, Teleportation, 16th Move Action Personal Effect: You become invisible and teleport 4 squars. The invisibility lasts till the end of your next turn. Entropic Ward Encounter, Arcane, 22nd Minor Action Personal Effect: Until the end of your next turn, anyone who attacks you must roll two dice and take the lower result. Each time an attack misses due to this effect, you gain a cumulative +1 power bonus to your next attack roll.

 

Skills and Feats Skills Acrobatics: +17 (+2 Ring) Arcana: +20 (Trained) Athletics: +13 Bluff: +18 Diplomacy: +18 Dungeoneering:+15 Endurance: +18 Heal: +15 History: +20 (Trained) Insight: +20 (Trained) Intimidate: +18 Nature: +20 (Trained) Perception: +22 (Trained an Alertness) Religion: +20 (Trained) Stealth: +20 (Trained) Streetwise: +23 (Trained) Thievery: +15 Feats Dark Fury: +1 damage with necrotic or psychic powers. Alertness: No combat advantage when surprise, +2 Perception. Improved Fate of the Void: Pact Boon grants +1 bonus to die roll. Improved Initiative: +4 to initiative checks. Skill Training (Stealth): Gain Training in Stealth. Skill Training(Nature): Gain Training in Nature. Skill Training(Perception): Gain Training in Perception. Toughness: Gain 5 hp per tier. Blood Thirst: +2 Damage against Bloodied Foes. Danger Sense: Roll twice for Initiative and take the better result. Evasion: No damage from misses area or close attacks. Point Black Shot: Ignore Cover and Concealment within 5 squares. Twofold Curse: Curse the nearest two enemies. Blind-Fight: Adjacent creatures aren't concealed or invisible to you. Epic Resurgence: After a critical hit, regain an encounter power. Triumphant Attack: When you score a critical hit, target take -2 to attacks and defenses.

 

Gear Pact Blade Sickle +5 Crit: +5d6 Property: Functions as warlock's implement. Do not add proficiency bonus for attack roll. Property: Whenever the target of your warlock's curse deals you damage they take 5 damage. Wand of Shield +5 Implement Crit: +5d6 Shield Daily Power, Immediate Reaction Trigger:When you are attacked Effect: Gain +4 AC and Reflex defense till the end of your next turn. DeathCut Feyleather Armor +5 Property: Resist necrotic 5 and poison 5 Power, Daily, Necrotic Immediate Reaction. You use this power when an enemy hits you with a melee attack. Deal 3d10+Cha+1 necrotic damage. Bracers of Defense Level: 7 Power(Daily): Immediate Interrrupt. You can use this power when you are hit by a melee attack. Reduce the damage by 10. Eldarin Boots Level: 16 Property: Add 2 to any teleport you make (other than the one from the boots). Power(Daily): Move Action. Teleport 5 squares. Shadowfell Gloves Level: 26 Power(Daily): Change the damage type dealt by the next arcane power you cast to necrotic. Add 3d6+1 damage. Cloak of Feywild Escape Level: 23 Enhancement: +5 Fort, Ref and Will Power(Daily): Move Action. Choose an ally you can see. You disappear from the world until the start of your next turn, at which point you appear in any unoccupied space within 5 squares of the chose ally. Helm of Battle Level: 19 Property: You and all allies with 5 squares gain +2 Initiative.

Iron Ring of the Dwarf Lords
Property: Gain one healing surge.
Power (Daily): Immediate Interrupt. You can use this power when you are hit by a power that has a pull, push, or slide effect. You negate forced movement.

If you've reached a milestone today, you also gain immunity to pull, push, and slide effects (unless you are willing to be moved) until the end of your next turn.

Ring of Freedom of Movement
Property: +2 Acrobatics

Power(Daily): Minor Action. Until the end of the encounter, gain a +5 power bonus to checks made to escape a grab and +5 power bonus to saving throws to end the immobilized, restrained, or slowed conditions.

If you've reached a milestone today, you can also move across difficult terrain as if it were normal until the end of the encounter.

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Hope you enjoy!
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Kaiteira Ashenvale

 

Race: Half-Elf
Class:Enchanter 3 / Rogue 1
Alignment: Neutral

Personality: Kaiteira is an outgoing and boisterous young half-elven maiden. She always makes sure that her opinion is known, and attempts to manipulate others into doing what she wants whether through her words or her magic. Additionally, she attempts to draw attention to herself and ensure that when she enters the room everyone knows it.

This however is largely a face that Kaiteira puts on for the world. She is largely insecure about herself and constantly seeks validation from others in social situations. She uses her magic in order to control manipulate those who would challenge whatever she puts on public display. Her magic is merely a tool to cover her glaring insecurities, despite the immense amount of effort she put into her social training.

Appearance: Kaiteira is a relative picture of beauty. She has sharp facial features and her ears end in the fine points of her elven parent. Her skin is slightly pale but she has a slight radiant glow about her (often a use of Prestidigitation she uses to enhance her appearance), and her long dark hair is kept clean and in elaborate braids that are held in place by fine silver clips. She wears deep purple robes that have a dark green trim. The staff she carries is carved in the druidish tradition of her mother, adorned with an elaborate menagerie of animals and various flora. A black leather belt hangs loosely on her slender hips and attached to that is a silver dagger.

Background: Kaiteira was born into wealth and privilege. The daughter of a massively wealthy merchant and his odd coupling with a wandering druidess, Kaiteira was largely raised by her father. Her mother did not much care for city life nor caring for her daughter, so she quickly abandoned her responsibilities and returned to her pilgrimage. Kaitera’s father provided everything for his daughter but largely remained distant. The young girl was raised by a host of nannies, maids, and private tutors. This lasted until the girl was about eight when her father shipped her off to a local finishing school while he toured the globe on merchant voyage.

At the Atwood Academy, the young half-elf learned the arts of the aristocratic intrigue quickly. Although she often felt uncomfortable in social situations, she learned that if you could often act tough and talk fast you could manage your ways through well enough. She honed her honeyed tongue and a few crafty trades before her father returned.

Kaitiera was soon shipped to Eldwarren Eldritch Academy, a magic finishing school, to study the magical arts. Her father hoped that Kaitiera would learn how to craft magical items so she could head a new division of his business, however, the young girl studied metamagic and enchantments instead.

Upon graduation, Kaiteria joined her father on another one of his epic merchant voyages. She served as a translator, a liaison, and public face for her father’s expedition. However, she was not left in charge of business transactions and her father made quite a few poor decisions that ended up costing voyage everything and the two were forced to return home.

However, the financial troubles did not end there. Creditors of the expedition were now demanding a return on their funds. This tapped every resource of the Ashenvale family and Kaiteira’s father died later that year from an unknown sickness. Kaiteira was forced to sell the remainder of the family holdings and was largely left out on the street penniless. Now with only the few things she managed to keep with her, Kaiteira adventures in hopes of returning her family name to its former.

Appeal: Kaiteira has a lot going on. A privileged and spoiled young girl on the surface she puts on a strong face. She ruthlessly seeks to establish power in every social situation to overcompensate for her obvious loss of power. However, she often feels that no matter how successful she is that is never quite enough to ensure that she getting all she can and that everyone respects her as much as they should. Her incredibly neurotic behavior (probably near paranoia) and her ambitious goals all fuel the young girl’s quest for power so one day she can truly stand above the rest.

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Name: Thalras Goltinmier
Race: Human
Alignment: Lawful Good
Diety: Lanthander (but claims Amunautor is his god)
Build: Cloistered Cleric 5//Fighter 5


Background:

If Tymora ever choose to shun a mortal or Besheba decided to pick a favored pet to torture then Thalras is that being. His family farm was ransacked by ogres when he was but a boy, he was sold to a local lord who was quite cruel and then in the middle of his slavery a dragon destroyed the manor and burned everyone he knew to a crisp. After these traumatic series of events the boy spend a few years wandering the wilderness of the Sword Coast living as a jabbering beggar who often scared away potential aide with his less then coherent and some times out right frightening ramblings. Eventually he made his way to a small village known as Temple Crest, home of an abbey dedicated to Lathander the Morninglord. For many months Thalras spent his days collecting alms from the town folk and living off odd jobs he could manage when he was coherent enough to manage the work. However, eventually the cold winter came and Thalras was without a home. One night while out to gather supplies for the abbey, Father Kaldarin stumbled across the freezing adolescent in an alley. Taking pity on the obviously disturbed and cold boy, Kaldarin led him up the rocky cliffs surrounding Temple Crest and into the abbey. During the night Thalras awoke confused (his normal disturbance only worsened by a fever) and ran through the abbey believing he had been kidnapped by the lord who was held him as a slave. He eventually found a room with only one entrance and barricaded himself in vowing never to be taken alive by anyone yet again. For one week the clerics of Lathander sat outside the room (which happened to be the abbey library) and waited as the continued to hear the mad rantings of the boy emanate from within. After the eighth day the ranting stopped and the clerics bashed down the door expecting to find the boy a victim of his fever. Instead they found the boy lying prostrate in prayer on the wooden floor of the library. They took the boy back to his chamber. While the priests of Lathander nursed the boy back to health he spent his time in quiet meditation while memorizing the Lathander's book of prayers. At the end of his month long best rest the boy had memorized several of Lathander's most sacred texts. The boy spent the next few years in service of the priests. He learned the ways of the Morninglord and trained as a holy champion for the order. Over these years Thalsar's damaged mind began to heal and he became a little more personable but still a little withdrawn from the world around him. That is until, while on a task for the abbey, he was captured by a secret necromantic cult. The cult led by an insane cleric and his wizard lover, kept the champion of Lathander chained in a dark for their own private torture sessions. These sessions fractured Thalris's recovering mind. Eventually the young holy man was unable to distinguish the hell hole of his reality from the delusions of his addled mind. However, in the darkness of this place something amazing did happen at least according to Thalris. By the young man's accounts an avatar of his god, the Morninglord, visited him. The avatar declared that it was not the for Thalris to die in this dark hole but to be free and to reestablish the order of the faithful as they had strayed from the true path. It was the task of Lathander's faithful to provide order and bring about peace in the order not simply to protect the good and rightetous. The avatar declared that Thalris would help restablish the order of Lathander's former self, the mighty Netherese sun god Amunautor. With this the avatar left and Thalris broke free of his bonds and slew the cult leaders before escaping into the wilderness once more. He briefly returned to the abbey at Temple Crest to discover more about this new order of Amunautor. He learned that the ancient god hailed for the lands near the deserts of Anauroch and that some of the abbey's more cryptic tomes spoke of mystical relics that would help the chose of Amunautor reestablish the church and bring about the New Dawn that many of Amunautor's faithful claim is coming. Needless to say the faithful of Lathander were less than pleased with Thalris's new look on life and his desire to establish a world of peace and order in the image of the Morninglord, or more accurately of some forgotten deity that is similar to the Morninglord. With a heavy heart Kaldarin cast Thalris out of the Order of Temple Crest, and the young man began to journey the North in search of those willing to aid him in his holy quest. Eventually he made his way to Luskan where he met the trader Dalren. Eager to find a way east and even those who may be able to assist him in search for clues about Amunautor, Thalris eagerly signed on to the caravan departing for the wastes of Anauroch.

Thalras has been recounting in detail the Rituals of Com'Lorret, the entrance rituals for certain elvish sects of the church of Lanthander. When he finishes he observes that no one in particular was listening to him in the first place. He decides maybe he should talk about something more pertinent so he comes rituals involving one odd drow sect that supposedly worshiped Lanthander hundred of years ago. When he gets about half through the ritual, he realizes that no one is listening again so he decided that perhaps he should listen in.

Apparently, though Thalras finds it much less interesting, the topic of this evening's discussion was what the plans were going to be for resting. He pondered the topic for a moment before responding: "I would more than happily take the last shift. I require the rising sun in order to garner my magic from my lord. You see when..." The young priest goes into a long winded explanation of prayer rituals and divine magic.

Eventually he clues in that perhaps once again his comrades have lost interest in his ramblings. "Perhaps one day I shall be sane." He comments to no one in particular. When Liana brings up rest, Thalras jumps up. "Yes that sounds lovely! I think I shall join you...errhmmm...well not join...errhmmm...you know in 'that' sense of the word...but erhhmmm in the erhhmmmm more....you know...that sense of the word."

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Character
Name: Tethost Gedreghost
Race: Human with an Intermediate Air Elemental Bloodline
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Class(es): Nomad 1
Future Prestige Classes: Psion Uncarnate (Pg. 149XPH)

Physical Description- Tethost stands roughly five feet and elven inches tall. He has a muscular wirey build that is more common among the elves than the human heritage he hails from. His hair is snow white and it always seems to be dancing in the wind. His skin, however, shows no signs of his heritage and is in fact quite normal by human standard. He weighs only 155 lbs and has fairly long arms, legs, and fingers.

He is rarely ever seen without a fine silver circlet about his brow. Tethost's dress is a site to truly behold. He wears tattered leather bracers and two brass rings. It is rare to see Tethost in a shirt or having any short of chest covering what so ever. This allows his toned muscles to show and portrays the scars of his many 'accidents'. He wears a red long kilt with a deep green embroidery down the center that extends along the bottom edge.

Mental Description-Tethost is a highly inquisitive young man. He desires to know everything he can about the people, plants, animals, rocks, and buildings that litter the landscape of Faerun. He at times is a tad naive but his recent experiences have begun to change and harden him to the ways of the world which at times can leave him very jaded about the people around him.

In addition to his inquisitive side, Tethost enjoys nature, music and children. He appreciates nature as he grew up deep within the mountains and nature was often his only company. He loves the great music of bards and the tales they weave, especially of his native Dragon's Coast. He loves children for their natural sense of adventure and innocence.

He finds that he gets along well with adventurers, drunkards, foreigners, and the outcasts of society. Tethost appreciates the stories adventurers and foreigners bring to his land, while the drunkards and that outcasts have an appreciation for never being too serious and are always willing to share their perspective no matter how jaded.

History:

Now let me tell you a tale. A tale of magic, grandeur, mystery, dragons and battle. Once upon a time, a wandering mage lord came from a far off place to the Dragon Coast. He wandered amongst the fields, valleys, hills and forests of this land; and decided that among all things on the Dragon Coast, he loved the vast granite peaks the most. He decided to build himself a grand palace deep within one of the granite ranges. He spent weeks and months travelling the peaks in search of a suitable site for his new home. However, on this journey, he came across a small village that was being besieged by a great dragon. The mage lord used his mighty magic to slay the beast with one swoop of his hand (The bard jumps up on the table at this point and makes dramatic gestures with his hands). The town folk were so grateful they offered one of their young maidens as compensation for what the mage lord had done. The mage took the young woman as his wife, and together they wandered into the snow capped mountains. Some years later the woman returned with a child whose skin was white as freshly fallen snow, and the woman told her people that the mage lord of the mountain required a new wife. Not wishing to anger the powerful mage the people sent a new bride into the mountains to be wed to the powerful magician. However, the mother and child were cast out from the village. This process repeated many times over the years, until one day the women stopped returning all together. However, it is rumored that some of the mage lord's line so angered at their rejection, stormed their father’s Palace and slew everyone inside. Some say these creatures and their offspring still wander the mountains in search of this great castle so they may plunder its riches. It is said that these monstrous children still haunt the old palace, eager to exact revenge on the world that has cast them out."

~Karagos the Quick, Traveling Bard

The tale Karagos tells isn't entirely true. There is no palace, no mass slaughter, and no crazed horde of demon children plaguing the mountain of the Dragon's Coast. In fact, the mage lord was actually a powerful wizard Air elemental. It wandered for centuries lost and confused, until in discovered the beauty of the mountains of the Dragon's Coast. Within these mountains, it came across a small town being attacked by a young drake. The Air Elemental assumed a human form and slew the beast. As reward the village elder offered his daughter’s hand in marriage. The Air Elemental amazed at the girl’s beauty accepted and lived amongst the people for many years. However, eventually its wife and children all died while it lived out eternity. The creature chose instead to become a protector and watcher of the village it had grown so fond of.

Its protection did come with a price though. Every time it saved the village (always in a human form) it would simply demand a maiden for one night. These ‘blessings’, as the djinn liked to refer to them, caused a great many of child to be born with unusual powers, however, when these pairings resulted in very odd qualities (off colored skin) the children would be killed. But many times healthy human looking children would be born.

And that is the story of Tethost's beginning. 19 years ago, his small village of Kardenshal was being assaulted by a particularly cruel winter. The Air Elemental appeared and offered his services for the usual price. The village fearing destruction submitted and the young betrothed Anara Velghastin was chosen to receive the blessing of the Air Elemenal. After the Elemental had taken Anara's virginity, he rescued the town and left again. 9 months later Anara gave birth to a small young baby boy, naming him Tethost Gedreghost. However, Anara's husband could not bear the knowledge the child was not his and left the village one dark winter’s night and was never heard from again.

In spring, village hunter’s discovered the young man’s body in a thawing ice path a few days travel from the village. The village elder, Tethost's grandfather, was infuriated at his son's death and banished both mother and son from the village. For weeks the pair wandered the mountains seeking another place to call home, yet they could not find one. One particularly cold night, Anara collapsed and would go no further. Tethost ran with all his might and the more he ran the farther his mind and body seemed to allow him to go. He discovered a small village, one known as Kespur, and was able to get aid to his mother. It was too late to completely save her though. Anara had lost both her sight and her ability to walk.

Yet this experience seemed to bless the pair in a way. The mother had a keen insight into the minds and intentions of others after these events (effectively becoming a telepath) and her son could manifest amazing feats of speed and agility. Kespur welcomed these gifts as the boy served as an advance scout for hunting party, and the mother proved invaluable at determining which mountain travelers were truly trustworthy. The two's power continued to grow within the deep mountain pass. However, Tethost's gift came with a price. He saw much more the mountains then his comrades and desired to know everything about them and the lands beyond.

He would often leave the village for weeks, exploring mountain crevices and deep gullies, examining plants and animals. On one such journey he discovered a strange hermit. The man seemed to possess similar powers to Tethost and his mother, but he was more powerful and he could even cause himself to become like a ghost. The man introduced himself simply as Ghast and explained to Tethost that a world lied beyond those mountains, and a vast one at that. But there was not only this world, but an entire multiverse to explore and the teachings Ghast could offer through the Path of the Golden Mind could take Tethost farther than he had ever gone before. Tethost sat memorized by what he heard for weeks.

He eventually returned to Kespur and declared on his 18th birthday, and the day of his mother's election to post of village leader, that he would be leaving to explore the world around him. Although saddened to hear the news, the village and its elder wished Tethost good luck and offered him what they could from the treasures of the village.

And so the travels of Tethost had begun. He spent years wandering the interior of the Dragon Coast, studying all the people, plants, animals, geology and geography of his native land. He eventually made his way to coastal port cities where he saw the ocean for the first time. And this is where he would come to spend the last year of his life. He spent time working all sorts of odd urban jobs, using his skills as a nomad to aid him and he would even spend time on fishing vessels. His greatest pleasure came, though, when he got a job as a deckhand on a trading vessel from Ormen.

The sea and the travels alone provided vast amounts of valuable knowledge about Dragon Coast and sated Tethost's wanderlust for a while. He, now however, seeks more knowledge of the Golden Mind and wishes to explore every inch of the Dragon Coast from every angle possible.

Motives: Most would describe Tethost as a free spirit. One to wonder the paths of this world and discover everything he can. And this may be true one day. Tethost is still in his youth and by no means has he discovered all of his nomad powers that may one day aid him in his travels. For now he is content to leave no rock unturned and no experience unfelt on the Dragon's Coast. He desires nothing more than to seek out and discover everything his home has to offer and the richness that is obviously contained within its borders. After all, only a year ago Tethost's world was no larger than the borders of the mountains that were his home. There are numerous possibilities and mysteries to be uncovered on the Dragon Coast, and Tethost plans to uncover them all.

[Timeless Prophet]

Name: Leila Hollowbrooke
Race: Human
Class: That Girl (Bard using the Court Bard variant)
Age: 13
Alignment: Neutral
Description: Leila is a gangly adolescent girl of approximately thirteen years of age (or at least that is how old she is). She has pale skin and nearly platinum blonde hair. She braids the long golden locks into intricate patterns usually (if she can find some spare ones in the park) with some sort of flower. Her facial features are sharp and pointed giving the young girl a near elf-life appearance (minus the ears, naturally). Her thin lips rarely curl into a smile but are constantly on the move. Her eyes are a deep shade of emerald.

She often wears a slightly tattered and dirty white frock that is probably one size too small for the young woman. When not wearing that dress, she is often seen in a pair of tan trousers with a red linen shirt that clearly was made for a young man. In this outfit, she often rolls the sleeves up and wears a white sash tightly around her waist. She is rarely seen without some sort of footwear; however, she loves a pair of simple brown flats the most.

Notably, she also almost always cares a stuffed pig doll. Often she tucks the trinket into her sash or she carries it in the crook of her arm. The doll itself is a strange amalgamation of cloth patches. Originally a soft pink, the pig’s color has mostly faded and tears have been covered with an assortment of odd colored patches. Leila refers to the doll as Truffle, but many of the younger children that surround her call him Mr. Piggy. A long time ago, Leila removed the back stitching and inserted several sizable rocks into the doll. When need be, Leila wields the doll like a club. More than one disrespectful little brat has learned to respect Mr. Piggy.

Personality: Leila is whoever Leila wants to be. She has learned from an early age that people can be manipulated, conned, cajoled, persuaded, or straight ridiculed into doing what you want them to do. One minute Leila can be a perfect little angel and the next she’ll be cheering the fire starters on. She is rarely the first one to jump into anything, but she follows closely on the heels of those who do so she can offer helpful advice or bully the reluctant into coming along. She is rarely truly invested in what is going on. When the winds of changes (or adults) seem to be blowing, Leila will abandon ship the minute things are no longer looking favorable for her. Leila’s team is always the winning time because she rarely sticks around long enough to lose.

Despite her what may seem to be a callous heart, Leila has a soft spot for children, animals, and the downtrodden. People who get stabbed in the back by Leila often deserve it. They were probably troublemakers to begin with (ignoring the fact Leila may or may not have coaxed them along); however, she truly cannot tolerate a bully (after all, that is her shtick..or so she would have people think).

She holds a passionate interest in the world of adults as well. Although much of the conversation may be beyond her comprehension for the moment, Leila holds onto everything she hears and even mimics some of it in conversation with her peers. The world of grown-ups is slowly starting to fall into place for young Leila. As it does, she is more eager to listen in and pick up more and more information. She often weaves the bits she picks up into the stories that she tells and has gained a bit of a reputation among the children as an excellent storyteller.

History:Leila Hollowbrooke was born to a scullery maid, Emma, in a wealthy manor on the outskirts of Tillagiltchuck. No one ever came out and explicitly stated how Leila was conceived, but everyone in the house believed the lord of the manor, Emery Thistle, to be the father. Leila spent these early years in household that was less than receptive to her. The servants (besides her mother) treated her rather poorly and the noble’s family ignored her for the most part. She clung to her mother’s and watched as the world marched right along.

Eventually, a nephew of Emery’s came to live with his aunt and uncle. Mikah was the young boys name, and Leila observed that he was able to get basically whatever he by throwing a tantrum or being a sweet angel at the right moment. Leila detested Mikah. He never received the ridicule nor disdain that she did and was by far a more obnoxious child than Leila could hope to be. He also had a nasty habit of terribly mistreating smaller children and the house cat.

Leila, however, would not have to live with Mikah for long. Shortly after his arrival and somewhere around Leila’s seventh birthday, Emily died from fever. Leila was quickly sent out of the house and to a small village outside the manor. Leila becomes a little vague with details about her life during the next three years. She may offhandedly mention an incident with a fire-breathing chicken or a how a monstrous bathtub, but rarely will she reveal anything of particular substance. She does mention that she learned very clearly that people are much more willing to help a lost little girl than an orphan. She claims that she liberated Truffles from a particularly tyrannical noble child during this time as well.

By the age of eleven, Leila had found her way to Tillagiltchuck. She spent a few months on the streets telling stories to people for the occasional copper. She eventually just walked into the Ringworm Orphanage for Ugly and Unwanted Children. She sat down and started telling her stories to the children and was generally very well received. It took the staff a day or two for the staff to notice they had a particularly popular new resident (at least with the young children). Although a little older than the average resident, Leila was allowed to stay for a year or so before she was once again turned out onto the street. She has been invited back by Headmaster Ignovart on numerous occasions to share her stories with the children. She gladly has accepted every invitation and other odd job she can, but Leila spends most of her days telling stories in taverns for coins.

[Timeless Prophet]

Name: Namcor Glorspindle Race: Gnome Class/Build: Wizard (Control). Alignment/Deity: Lawful Neutral/ Unaligned Boccob/Raven Queen Concept: Namcor is a spin on your stereotypical forgetful mage. He at times can be a daring Casanova or a bumbling scholar. I have been playing him as a man who enjoys a joke whenever he can get it in and he often uses humor to lighten a situation. However, when it comes down to it Namcor is willing to use all his tools to protect his friends and himself. Description: Namcor stands about three feet six inches tall. He has a sharp face (i.e. sharp chin, nose etc.) and typically wears a short brown goatee. His brown hair is usually kept at a neat trim but he has been known to grown it out slightly to allow for a small ponytail in the back. His eyes are a deep jape color and he typically wears one golden and silver hoop in his right ear. He wears several rings varying from silver to platinum on all of his fingers except for his left pinkie which is missing. He typically wears emerald green robes that have a elegant deep sea colored trim. The seal of his house and former business, a large blue spindle, is embroidered on the chest of his robes. He wears boots that are a deep black leather (he claims dragonhide) with well a well polished metal toe. He is rarely ever seen without a small red book which is attached to a metal attached to his red leather belt, or his long blue staff. The staff has elegant runes carved carved all along its shaft and is topped by an elegant blue glass orb at the top. Personality: Namcor is a cool and collected individual. He was raised in a family that had a head for business and that has served him well over the year. He cares little for the moral concerns of the world, but merely for how things are going to effect his bottom line. He is willing to lend out his services for the right amount of coin to anyone. He, however, never goes back on his word and often expects the same of others. He hate lying as it often leads to bad business practices and shady deals. Namcor is fiercely loyal to those he befriends and is willing to expand any resource he can to help a friend (typically with a structured repayment plan of course). Background: Namcor was born to Ezera and Nomco Glorspindle of Ladria. His family was known for its service to the throne some centuries ago with the gnomish hero Ercono Glorspindle. Since that time the eldest Glorspindle child has typically served a magical adviser, captain of the guard, or some other capacity for the throne. Well that is Namcon the III (Namcor's grandfather came around). He served as a magical adviser to the king, but had the horrible problem of not knowing when to keep quiet about anything. He would share his opinions on why the king shouldn't raise taxes to why he shouldn't serve pheasant at the state dinner. Needless to say, Namcon didn't get to stay in the castle in any official capacity for very long. He was appointed director of an Exploration Corps to the Ruins of Anh'Darack. Unfortunately the expedition was largely slaughtered by a band of roaming hobgoblins, and those who returned (including Namcon) were allowed to keep the various magical treasures they had accumulated. Well that sparked an idea in Namcon's head. He started the Glorspindle Magic Emporium and began pedaling his magical goods to the people of Ladria. Needless to say, Namcon was a much better businessman than an adviser. The Glorspindles became incredibly wealthy very quickly. And then came Namcor. He had the same finesse for business but was often a klutz and broke numerous glass objects within the shop in his childhood. When his father and Grandfather could tolerate it no longer, they shipped Namcor off to the Misty Ridge Magical Academy for him to study magic. There Namcor learned the arts of the arcane and history. He also spent a great deal of time exploring the natural caves and some ancient wizards' tombs around the area as well. When Namcor graduated, he returned home to take over the family business from his retiring father. It seemed for a while that Namcor has been cured of his cure of breaking magical things and in fact was an even better businessman than his father, that is until the night of the Festival of the Sun Crown. During the festival, Namcor was locking up after a hectic day and placed a candle down a stack of books. Unfortunately for Namcor, he failed to notice that he had bumped the candle and it had indeed set ablaze the pile of books. He went to the back room without having noticed and by the time the smoke drew him to the front again, most of the store was already burning. Namcor tried to control the fire but was unable to and scrambled to get the guard to help him. Unfortunately the revelry of the festival delayed help from arriving and the Glorspindle Magic Emporium burned to the ground. That was just a week or two ago and since that time Namcor has lived in the Merry Weather Inn attempting to peddle his magics to anyone who needs him. Hearing of the Library, Namcor has decided to participate in an effort to regather a fortune to rebuild the legacy of his family from the ashes.

RP Sample "Hey aren't you that gnome who ran the curio shop? *hick* The one that burned to the ground? *hick* DAMN STRAIGHT YE ARE! HAHAHA. Tell me, do you make a point of pissing a vast fortunes down yer leg often?" A fairly drunk man shouted at Namcor. The entire lounge area of the Merry Weather Inn burst into laughter. Namcor clenched his teeth and stared into his mug. "Tell me till man, the drunkard started in again "how does it feel to be the laughing stock of Ladria?" Namcor slammed his mug into the bar and hopped down from his stool. "Tell me friend have you ever met a wizard before?" The man chuckled lightly and shook his head. The gnome smiled, "Didn't think so because only a fool such as yourself would question the power of a master of the arcane!" The Man howled with laughter, "Master of the Arcane? HAHAHA*hick*harharha! Why did the little master let his shop burn down then?" The drunkard turned to the lounge at this and laughter erupted once more. "I don't suppose you recall Timmy Tethrin?" Namcor asked coolly while examining one of the rings on his hand. The man turned to him and nodded, a look of seriousness and concern washed over his face. "Ah yes I bet you two were friends. Same kind of ignorant filth. But Timmy is so much more cooperative now." Namcor waved his hand and in a flash a small brown and white mouse appeared in his hand. The mouse stood on its hind legs and nibbled nervously at something in its paws while surveying the crowd. A collective gasp was released as the crowd stared in awe at the mouse. "Ala jet nom plumbray." the gnome said as he waved his hand again and the mouse vanished. The entire room became silent as all its occupants stared at the gnome. "Now I suggest you return to whatever the hell you were doing before you decided to annoy me, unless you have a burning desire to become the next act in my bag of parlor tricks." The gnome venomously said to the man. The man turned pale and turned and stumbled away from the gnome as fast as he could. Namcor turned his back to the crowd and smiled to himself. He walked back to his stool hopped up and took a sip from his mug. He reached into his pocket and pulled two gold pieces from it before leaving them on the counter. The eleven barmaiden leaned in and whispered, "Now you damn well know that Timmy was apprehended trying to break into the castle and they just haven't released him yet." The gnome smiled back at her, "Dear Alexeria, of course I know that. But they don't and knowledge is power which only demonstrates why I am always going to come out on top of this simple minded mob." He hops down from the chair. "Keep the change." He says as he walks out of the still silent tavern.

Here is an in game post Namcor wanders down the stairs, "Well here I am of course dear, I was getting dressed..." The gnome says, as he rounds the oak banister at the bottom of the stairs. He, however, is unable to finish his comment as his mouth drops open at the sight of the dwarf shoveling down the large plate of biscuits and gravy. "Dear gods man...I don't think any of us plan on taking the plate away from you. You might want to be taking a breathe, lest you have a desire to have the rituals you demonstrated for us last night be repeated on you." The gnome shakes off his amazement at the dwarf and crosses the common area to the bar. He hoists his small frame up onto a stool and leans in close and whispers to Alexeria. "No offense darling but I think if you feed him that much heavy food he may be needing the services of one of his brethren." He leans in even closer, a look of grave seriousnes comes over his face. He takes a deep breathe before declaring at the top of his lungs. "But least he'll be dieing a happy fellow! HAR HA HA! Oh Alexeria I will kill myself one day I swear...oh...oh..*gasp*...ha...In all seriousness though friends Alexeria's cooking is top notch." He says as he wipes a small tear from his eye as he surveys the bar. "Now Alexeria down to morning business. I will take your finest cut of dragon steak with a side of goat's cheese and only the best potatoes in the land. I mean the damn good ones. The ones you had to slay the giant for before you could pluck them from his ear." The elven barmaid shoots Namcor a dirty look. The gnome shrugs and shakes his head. "What is an inn without dragon's steak for breakfast?" He sighs seems to reach into the folds of his robes. He pulls out a cookie and looks at it for a moment. "What in the blazes...oh you must have been from that cookie tray I passed out on. You know Alexeria I had prepared the most amazing cookie and tea tray this morning. But I fear I ruined it when I collapsed on top of it. Cookies everywhere in the kitchen though I suppose...least the rats will be my friends. That's it!"Namcor declares as he snaps his fingers. "Perhaps the rats shall crown me their king. Surely the rat kingdom in your kitchen has enough gold to reopen my magic shop. You told me this was a top notch facility when I began renting my room and I would expect nothing but the most lavish of rat kingdoms at a top notch facility." Namcor triumphantly smacks the bar with his fist. Alexeria cracks a smile but continues only to shoot the gnome her sarcastic stare. "No you say? No worries then, I will simply have to make you that tea some other time and find my fortunes another way. Blasted poor rats."Namcor laments as he takes a nibble from the cookie while idle staring off into some unknown reach of space. "Now then Alexeria, will you be needing around to help clean up after last night or would you prefer if I went and actually made some coin helping the library today?"