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Our group started a new campaign last friday. They are starting at level three. This is set in the Silver Marches of the Realms and uses a few issues of Dungeon plus some other sources that are sewn together. Some of the names have been changed to protect the innocent. Six strangers find themselves in the city of Everlund, they will soon find themselves together through fate(and DM assistance). This is their story...
Hondo Underfoot(strongheart halfling scout/rogue/swashbuckler)
Hondo is, as he will tell anyone who asks, a "professional adventurer". He is pretty dang smart and he knows it and his arrogance shows. Hondo thinks of himself as the general, giving orders to the specialists and accepting no back talk. Hondo respects only competence. He has no problem leaving his party, should they disrespect him. He left his last party when the Tyran fighter ignored him, proceeded down a suspicious-looking dungeon corridor without letting Hondo scout it out, and set off an arrow trap which missed the warrior, but cost Hondo half of one finger. Under normal circumstances Hondo fidgets frequently with his half-finger, but when he is under stress, annoyed or otherwise agitated, he fidgets with it conntinuously. The warrior wasn't the only weak link in that party, and now Hondo is pretty particular about who he lets
adventure with him. Hondo is an adventurer to see amazing sights, and to make lots and lots of gold. He doesn't especially mind when things get "interesting", but he will be the first one to pull the plug on a mission that offers a very serious risk of death. After all, you can't make money or spend it, when you are dead.
Wulfran von Belstadt(human druid/rogue)
Wulfran grew up on a small rather isolated farm near the fringes of The Moonwood north of Silverymoon. His father is a moderately powerful druid in service to the Moonwood circle. His mother was a simple yet beautiful woman whose good nature and talent for relating tales of brave knights, mighty kings and arcane magics filled the household with warmth and joy. His father tried diligently to teach his son the path of Silvanus but his initial efforts met with only modest success. Although Wulfran admired his father’s kinship with nature he also found it rather boring. The bustling inns and taverns of Silverymoon held so much more excitement and the half elf maidens he caught glimpses of there were much more interesting company than Rhael, the wolf cub he and his father had raised for the past 4 years. He began spending more and more time in Silverymoon, sometimes lying and telling his father that he was going into the woods to research a particular flora or fauna just to get back to the town. There he first encountered a bard from the Foclucan college and discovered another love of his life, music.
Then, just over a year ago, his life of frivolity was abruptly put on hold when word reached him that his mother was dead, mauled to death by some horrible beast. When he reached home, he and his father were able to confirm that his mother’s death was no natural act-one of the foul lycanthropes that roamed the wood had to have been responsible. It was then that Wulfran decided to return to the ways of nature so that he could better understand and combat these horrible creatures. For the last year he has been traveling the lands around Silverymoon searching for any hints of lycanthrope activity and honing his own hunting skills. He has recently come into the town of Everlund after a long stretch in the wilderness and can faintly hear the local taverns calling him back to his old way of life
Smrtnt (gully dwarf ranger)
Smrtnt isnt the smartest person in the world. This gully dwarf has found himself ripped from his world and was transported to Faerun, thanks in part to the wizards of the Arcane Brotherhood. When the dwarf appeared in a wizards lab, along with a devilish-type creature next to him, Smrtnt screamed and headed for the door, grabbing some vials of a "pretty liquid". After dodging spellcasters, the small dwarf fled the tower and found himself in the wilderness, where he ran and ran. Many miles later, Smrtnt has found himself in Everlund and has taken quite a liking to the nice garbage that people throw out, and he promply devours.
Arias (sun elf wizard/cleric of Labelas Enoreth)
Born on the island of Evermeet, Arias has lived a good life of peace and quiet. He was fascinated with things around him and wanted to learn every little detail about every little thing in the world. He attended the elven schools on the island and stuffed his brain with all the knowledge he cold, but that didint seem enough. He chatted with a few priests on the island and decided to expand his horizons and learn of religion and his god, Labelas. The elf was a quick study and proved to be a good student, but he spend many nights wondering what was across the Trackless Sea and on the land they called Faerun. Seeing his restlessness and his desire to see more, the leaders of the church told him that they needed his help. They needed to know more about the land called the Silver Marches, as the elders received a vision of three great evils trying to rise and shift the balance of power into one of themselves. Arias, who was only told to investigate and report any unusual uses of Weave and Shadow Weave magic, eagerly accepted the job and took a ship to Waterdeep as soon as he could.
Saevian Mournblade (moon elf cleric of Shevarash)
Ah, love. A crazy thing indeed, but for some love will make you do anything. Saevian used to believe in love and the good things in life, but at an early age, his mother was slain by an invasion force of drow in the forests of Cormanthor. He was too young to understand at the time, but as the years progressed he understood quite well and took Shevarash as his patron. Over the years, his grimness seemed to go deeper and deeper into the darkness, but he found a ray of light in the form of Jacinda Eveningstar, the daughter of an influencal elven leader in the Elven Court. During a mission with the clerics of Shevarash, they discover Jacinda's caravan being attacked by drow raiders. But how would he be able to catch her attention and influence her father to accept him, a commoner by birth. Saevian knew that women and people like her father would readily accept a hero, someone strong who could lead the elves in the war against the dark elves. With that, Saevian sent Jacinda a letter professing his love for her, but he needed time to prove himself to his people, his god, and most importantly her family by making a name for himself and organizing a group dedicated to extermining the drow. Saevian feared that if he did that in the Elven Court, Jacinda or her family might be attacked more often so the drow could gain a leverage against their surface cousins. So, he decided to go to the Silver Marches where they were having their own drow problems.
Walter Dorn (human rogue/fighter)
Walter was born in Scardale Town to a priest and priestess of Mystra. The Goddess of Magic was his life and he almost felt a special connection to the Weave because of his lineage. Life in the city was trying after battles and plague decimated most of the town, but the last few years if has gotten better as seperate factions policed the town in their sections. Eventhough Walter dreamt of the Lady of Magic, he found himself unable to go the way of the Art or the holy connection to her. Instead, Walter wanted to protect the Weave, after hearing stories from his parents about a group of "knights" devoted to Mystra who swore to protect the Realms and the Weave with their lives. The group was relatively new, and Walter's parents were unsure if the group was real or just a passing fancy of the rich children. These protectors would be blessed by Mystr to cast spells, but at a much limited pace. Walter packed his stuff and decided to head to Silverymoon to look up one of the "trainers". SO far Everlund is the furthest that he has made it to but hopes to see someone about his devotion to the Lady of Mysteries.
Coming soon: How they met!!