I never met my parents. As far as I’m aware no one knows who they are. I was told once that a strange druid brought me into town twenty-one years ago and dropped me off at the shrine with only a symbol to IO the words Munthrek Darss engraved on the back. Either no one knows who this druid is or they just wont tell me, either way the result is the same. I grew up in this small town an outcast because of how different I am from everyone else around here. I learned how to fight simply by defending myself. I was put to work as soon as I could walk in order to pay for my room, food and clothing. As I grew the little odd jobs, such as delivering a message, or picking up something for one on the innkeepers, turned into escorting small caravans and people from place to place. I’ve come to believe one very important thing about people in general, no matter who you are, what race you are, or what your background is we are all very much alike. That is we all want to feel safe and secure. The only real difference is how we go about getting there. Anyway, I’ve come to know a few people here rather well, and eventually made a few friends. I’m always learning a new language, and I’m so close to being able to fly I can feel it.

Currently I’m between jobs, sitting here at The Staggering Lich having a drink, hoping to see someone I know, I don’t like to drink alone, and asking around to see what kind of work is available.

Character sheet: Munthrek Darss [Human / Dragon Creature Fighter]

Cause of death: strangled, crushed, swallowed whole, and then digested by the Hive Mother of the Monster the DM made up himself.

An elven sorcerer with an affinity to electricity-based spells, and his parrot familiar.

Character sheet: Elizair Stormbringer [Elf Sorcerer]
Companion sheet: Babble [Parrot Familiar]

Cause of death: examined from inside out by bone devil.
Familiar cause of death: eaten by bone devil.

A halfling cleric with a lot of repenting to do.

Background:

An ordinary young halfling in many ways, I was raised by my mother, a laundress for one of the roaming mercenary bands of Perrenland. I was a bit wild growing up, and didn’t do much of anything useful as I became an adult, until I met a cleric of Pelor who changed my life. Now I’m trying to serve a good cause and fight evil in all its forms.

Character sheet: Janet Whisperleaf [Halfling Cleric of Pelor]

Cause of death: examined from inside out by bone devil.

A whisper gnome raised by dwarves, waiting for survivors from the last expedition....

Character sheet: Fash Falath [Whisper Gnome Fighter / Rogue]

Cause of death: lit self on fire while being devoured by scarab beetles.

Don’t ask me where I am from, for I was far too young and not paying attention at the time. I was born on the road and almost not at all.

My name is Keth, I am what some call a Whisper Gnome, and what others call trouble. My family is the source of my problems as far as I can tell. Jarcus, my adopted Half-Orc brother, says his father found my mother in what was left of a caravan that was attacked. Of the forty travelers, my mother was the only one found breathing, and that was not for long. Mom, as I like to call her, passed away not to much later after giving birth to me.

Marga Threy, Jarcus’s father, says that Mom said they were on the run, and that I must be allowed to live. There seems to be more to the story here, but no one seems to want to tell me. Marga had a secret that he always kept from me, but I am suspecting that Jarcus knows.

Marga was a traveler himself it seems, never seemed to find the right place to call home I guess. He kept us on the road, never spending much time in any one place. Jarcus and me grew up on the road along with a few others who came and went from our flock.

Anyhow, I got lost a while back, well lost from my brother. We had gone off on a trip to see if the eyes, in a certain statue, in a certain temple, were actually magical gems. Let me tell you, some people just over react. We didn’t mean any harm, Jarcus and me were just looking at them, from the ropes, from the temple ceiling, with our new daggers. It was just blown way out of proportion.

Nevertheless, when they came for me with swords, Jarcus just went crazy and everything changed too quickly to be any good. Jarcus fought his way out one way, I went the other. Now normally we just meet up later after the town guards calm down, but this was different. The entire town was up in arms and they were after us. I have now doubt that Jarcus made it out, after all, only half of them came after me.

I had to hide for twenty days. I searched and searched, but I could not find Jarcus or Marga. There were constant patrols and a lot of weird guys in blue cloaks searching for us. I don’t know who they really were, or where they came from, but I did not like the way they asked questions. Each time they were done asking people questions and left, I would go to the people and try my best to patch the wounds and I would also give them some silvers to help them out until they were able to work again.

A week after that I felt no guilt in taking those jewels from those statues, none at all. Since that day I travel and find friends when I can. Doesn’t seem to help that I don’t really talk much, Jarcus always told me to keep quite and let him do the talking, I see no reason to change that just because he isn’t here.

I think as long as I keep travelling and pay attention, I will find my brother again. He is probably laughing at me right now. He always said to keep my weapons sharp and clean, and they will take care of me, I don’t like violence much though. Not that I am not capable of it, I just don’t like it much. Doesn’t solve anything, and then I have to clean my weapons again.

Character sheet: Keth Underhill [Whisper Gnome Rogue / Fighter / Shadowdancer]

Cause of death: a rather large icy burst from Pyotr that was supposed to kill a mummy.