Rain 
Instantly your attention is drawn to this unusual individual. His green hair seems to constantly duck and weave as if it was caught in some sort of current that you can neither see nor feel. It glistens as if he was submerged in water, in fact his skin mimics the colors of the ocean water with it's blue and greenish hue. He appears to be in very good shape and wears only a pair of baggy pants. He has a net-like bag which seems to contain his possessions. Also, you can see two odd weapons sheathed carefully at his waist. They seem like two small hand held tridents. One thing is for certain regarding this individual, he is not from around here.
[Now Deceased,]
Rain followed cautiously behind Kora as they headed through the docks district looking at the many empty buildings. They soon noticed a member of the Black Cloak Gang speaking with a very handsome but thin Human mane that had shimering blonde hair and the wit to match. "Rod the God" was his name, and he was brash, cocky, raunchy, and obviously stuck on himself. Kora could hardly hold her tongue but eventually found out he was associated with the Gang in some manner and she wanted to use him to find out more about the group. She told him she would return with her friend Gwendolyn and then they could all go for drinks and a tour of the docks. Rain had expended almost all of his willpower to keep from beating "Rod the God" for his pretentious and chauvinistic attitude towards Kora, not to mention the insults that had been pointed at him. They had even accused him of being a retard. Kora regreted it but used that to their advantage and had them agree to "watch" over Rain while she retrieved her girlfriend Gwen. The two men agreed and Kora set off across town to alert everyone to her plan. In the mean time Rod and his companion decided to head over to the "Skeleton Fist" for a drink. Rain followed playing the part of a retard beautifully. Once they were seated howver, there was now 4 Black Cloak Gang members and Rod seated arround the table. If not for the Half Orc there might have been room for another. Rain's attempt to "fit" at the table was met with angry glares and more insults. By then Rain seemed determine to cause a fight. "Rod the God" cast a simple illusion in hopes to keep the retard busy at another table. He told Rain to eat the delisious pastries he had conjured at a nearby table. Rain proceeded over, grabbed the entire table, and tried to make the table fit between the Half-Orc and one of the other gang members. Thus the fight began. First the Hal-Orc tried to knock Rain down with a might blow from his Maul. Rain reeled back from the blow, but kept to his feet. What commenced from there was an amazing sight. Rain leaped over massive blasts of Lightning from "Rod the God's" rod and parried strikes from the Swashbuckling Elf. He ducked many Crossbow bolts from the Woman with 2 Hand crossbows and even kept the Hal-Orc stunned beneath his feet. Eventually the Elf and the Woman with the crossbow had injured him enough to force him to drink a few potions, but that only gave the Gang member under the table opertunity to gash wounds near his major arteries. Finally Rain drove his fists into the Elf with enough force to end his life. Rod had given up trying to hit the nimble Monk with lightning and had fallen back on Magic Missles. These were effective though Rain shrugged them off and decided to get the Gang member under the table when he turned face to face with a near dead Half-Orc. This time Rain would not srug off his might Maul's blow. When Rain awoke he was tied between two beams in a cave. After some struggle he managed to get free, but just as he untied the last binding, Rain heard footsteps. Rain desperately tried to get to his feet and hide but just as he kip-up'd to his feet, the Half-Orc caught his face with his Maul. The group would later recover Rain, but by then he was dead. His head crushed, leaving only bits of flesh and spine where his head should have been.
Drashna,
I’ve never been to a funeral and I don’t know what other people do when they lose someone, so I wrote this for you. I’ll put it in the sea when we return you to your home.
At the sacred spring beneath the temple you took my hands and asked me to trust you. I looked in your eyes and decided I would. We sunk beneath the surface and drifted gently, cradled in the holy fluid of the Earth. We breathed water like air and simply gazed into the face of the other.
I’m sorry I let you die. I don’t know what to say other than that. I’m sorry. I’m crying now so I better hurry and finish this before anyone sees me. Thank you for your time with me. Have a safe journey home.
Waylend Before you stands a man wearing comfortable looking cotton clothing that is wrapped carefully in several places to enhance movement. Oddly enough his fists seem to be wrapped as well and the fabric makes an audible whine as this young man tenses and relaxes his fists. His eyes which are a unerving cold blue hue stare directly through you as you try to find a weak point in his defensive stance. You hadn't expected such a "Pretty Boy" to stand up against your friends insults. You stand there with a firm hold on your club looking in amazement at the site of your friends now bleeding and unconcious on the floor of the pub. This clean shaven man with long brilliant silvered hair and golden skin had already proven he was more than just a pretty face. Now you fear those blindingly fast fists will soon be directed at you. You stand there wishing that you could take back your laughter when... **SNAP** Some fears prove to be impossible to overcome.[Now Deceased]
The entire group was suddenly very excited. It seems that something has just killed Lord Zypher. But, he isn't "actually" Lord Zypher. He is some sort of Demonic entity that can manipulate it's appearance. Waylend takes the rear position as the group moves quickly down the tight, dark, stairwell, and towards the fleeing assassin. Suddenly there is a tremendous amount of excitement from below. The excitement quickly changes to fear as the group begins to panic. Those people not at the front of the group can't tell what is heppening except that Dirk and Gwen have disappeared and Ash just fell from a blow to the side. Lia and Sean cry out that they cannot see in the dark stairwell. This makes them unable to aid Saraih, who is attempting to pull Ash to safety. Waylend acts quickly and casts light on his staff. It is a simple enough task for an Aasimar, and the light gleams brightly. The warm revealing light seems to help calm the group, until the staff falls loudly to the floor with it's illumination fading. Lia spins around to see the grinning beast remove it's dagger from Waylend's back who falls lifelessly onto the stairs and into Lia. She is unable to take the weight of the monk, and falls back against Sean, who barely is able to keep his footing. Atop the stair well, the creature simply grins and walks out of veiw. Leaving Lia to hold his recent work, the now dead Waylend.
Sini 
This unusual little creature appears to be a wyrmling, perhaps of the fire dragon species. It's reddish scales and wicked expression supports your assumption until you notice the scorpion like stinger which looms dangerously at the tip of it's tail. [No longer associated with the party]
Finding that he does not fit in very well with this unusual group of Heros, Sini has flown out of Never Winter and into the night and the wild he so dearly loves. As for the knowledge he posses that could have helped the group in there travels, they are for now lost.
Spike 
This strong little man sitting in the corner of the tavern exudes tension and malice. Though you try to escape his inquiring gaze his well trained eyes follow your every movement. He seems uncomfortable in his chair as he leans forward being careful to lift the dark purple mask up just high enough to slip the mug of ale to his lips. You think of it odd that he wears a mask in the public though think it wise not to question him as to why. As you turn away to find a more comfortable place to allow your eyes to rest you realize that upon the mirror to his left appears only the candle flickering at the edge of his table. [No longer associated with the party]
Spike has found that he no longer belongs in the party. After harsh glares and growing distrust, although not alltogether unwarranted, he has headed off to Waterdeep to continue his training as a proffesional assassin.
Alden At first glance you see only the natural serenity of a peaceful forest abundant with life. Initially you think the fatigue is influencing your sight, but then you are certain that you watched a tree or.. something... stride swiftly and silently past. You concentrate on listening for movement, and are not suprised to hear something creeping up behind you. That's when it happens. A Goblin filled with murderous intent springs for you as a scimitar cleanly removes it's arm. The Goblin immediately screams and bounds off deeper into the forest. Even as you watch the tall plant like creature stride off to catch the goblin and its insidious shrieking, you feel somewhat safe knowing that "it" meant to protect you. You gather your senses enough to recall it must have been at least 7 feet tall. It seemed muscular, if you can call the bulk muscles, and it also was wrapped in some sort of big leaf. Upon reflection you feel it might be safer to stick to the roads from now on.[No longer associated with the party]
After risking his life to deactivate the Artifact that had already cause so much death, Alden has found that his peaceful nature-bound lifestyle seems to clash with the rest of the party. He has decided to continue his exploration of Faerun alone, for now.
Leif 
Looking upon this unusual warrior clad in a breastplate and armed with two wicked Dire Picks set securely in his locking guantlets, you are suprised to see that his face is that of a Handsome and innocent young man. His long silver hair and goatee are well kept and his chiseled face houses two glorios Ice Blue Eyes. His Golden skin has been evenly tanned under the hot tropical sun of his far off homeland. His striking features have already caused you too much hesitation, for he is soon upon you elated by the spilling of the days first blood.[No longer associated with the party]
For some reason that has yet to be explained, Leif has abandoned his twin brother Waylend. It is not known if he will be seen again.
Meditan "Ash" Zypher 
Coldly, this Moon Elf moves swiftly past you. You are immediately filled with anger, for you have stood in line for grub for a long time. Now, this stuck up ELF thinks he can just waltz up and take a plate while everyone else has to wait their turn. You think to confront him, as he walks down the line to head back with his extra helpings, but you are too late. A Half-Orc has already made his move. Just 4ft. ahead of you in line, the Half-Orc sticks his heavily booted foot directly into the Elf's path. Without so much as spilling his drink, the Elf skips over the well placed foot and gives the Half-Orc a stern glare. Handing his tray to another person in line, the Elf throws his cloak open wide, showing off the symbol of his station. He is a noble, and to cross a noble in such a way can be punished by prison or even death. The Half-Orc is obviously fearful as the Elf grabs the lip of his breatplate and draws him down to the Elf's height. You don't hear what the elf mutters, but you are sure it was well received as the orc stands there trembling. You are about to turn away when you notice the Elf stealthily remove the Hal-Orc's money pouch. He then drops it into a deep pocket on the inside of his cloak. Looking around frantically to see if anyone else had noticed, your eyes meet with the Elves'. He glares untill it is obvious that you will not divulge his secret, then he passes heading towards a table. The Half-Orc obediently follows with the Elf's tray, head hung low..[No longer associated with the party]
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