Recent Activity in Phlan:
Razz as he accepts as a name knowing the longer Atanerazz is difficult for the tongues of others, has been in Phlan for a day or so. Though the mocking moniker of Razzit a play on rabbit will raise his ire as one fool learned whipped to heal by a rush the fool tried to man handle Razz. The drunk bully has sworn revenge (an enemy? Local Thug or worse).
Razz stands out for sure in the tough lawless town leaving many wide eyed and wondering what he even is. Some sort of shapeshifter, a gnome prankster or victim of some polymorph are common gossip. "Have you met the Rabbit yet?" Locals have been heard asking.
Razz has a deep sense of purpose agents of the Cult of the Dragon evil to the core are acting near the city of Phlan he is here to investigate. Not terribly wise but he has openly asked about if members of such a cult are known or where they could be found.
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Razz is not one to dwell on his own state. A creature driven by his mission. While he remembers little of his past. Who he is . . . He is Atanzerazz. What he is well some sort of rabbit-man apparently. A book in a great library he read once told stories of fey creatures and rather whimsical adventures, spoke of the Harengon. Is he a Harengon? Well it fits description. But he knows he is something more but what? Flashes of great fire. Mountains like pebbles far below him. The sound of thunder in the clouds. Who where his parents he focuses his mind but little detail stands out a figure stern, majestic and vast. Another closer looming, gentleness wrapped around him . . . Like a mother hen.
Where does he come from well the forest. I remember the clouds in the mountains, the mists of the Quivering forest. He cannot see a Home in his mind, no rabbit hole, or cottage. But the idea of home is warm, comfortable. He remembers playing Dragonchess, he is pretty good at that, though . . . rash, who told him he was rash? Educated? Of course classically so. History, reading writing, Human, Elvish, Draconic. Matters of faith, justice, war all the noble pursuits. Clearly his memory is broken.
He does possess anchors, treasures that connect him to who he is.
1. He has a thick black leather glove like a falconer though supple. It bears the marks of small birds. The glove is tucked into his fine leather belt or over his hand before his sword goes in hand. The glove is just that though Razz treasures it. After his transformation into well a rabbit person, a harengon he spent time with an old man in a great library. The old man kept small birds and the glove kept the sharp talons and pointy beaks from hurting his hand. The old kodger had made him clean up after the birds, gross. Still such stories the old man told. Dragons, knights, elven kings of old and such legends.
2. He loves stories, in his pack he has an old book the Chronicles of the Talons of Justice, a knightly order dedicated to Bahamut, wild adventures.
