No Rest For The Wicked

In Harm's Way

Harm
Harm the Tiefling sat in the darkness of her room at Wrafton’s Inn cutting herself. By the moonlight filtering in through the window, she painstakingly carved the latest chapter of her life into her tail. For those who could read Draconic characters, her history was there to read, starting at the tip of her tail, then spiraling around and up. Her mentor, Donaar, had gravely suggested it as a compromise when he discovered her secret. He seemed to know her compulsion for self-mutilation would not ease and this would give her a focus. And it did. Her history was carved in blood and emblazoned in her scars.

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Do No Harm - Part 3
A Death

Harm

A Death:

It had been a glorious raid on the fruit stall! The young Tiefling was flushed with excitement as she scampered away with her part of the booty hidden under her cloak. The portly merchant hadn’t even noticed the theft yet, due no doubt, to the demon child’s excellent planning. In the four years that she had been with Valerian and the Wild Kin, she had absorbed everything she could about strategy and fighting. The motley band of children, recruited from the streets and rescued from the Dens of Ruin, were so well organized that most merchants didn’t recognize their existence. Street urchins and thieves were to be expected, but the reputable citizens would have scoffed at the idea of an army of them.

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Oh Winterhaven
Session 1
Nixie

My adventure started off as any other would, a bunch of different people coming together for one main cause. Our cause, to find Kildrek’s (the dwarf’s) mentor who has gone missing and to defeat any foe that stands in our way. Our group is pretty diverse: an Eladrin wizard, who seems a little high and mighty; A Tiefling with a spirit quite unlike any other Tiefling I have ever come in to contact with; A Dwarf fighter who drinks and seems to be tough, however he started singing along the way and now I have my doubts about him; And a human Cleric who is drunk most of the time, I don’t have enough fingers to count for how many times we’ve had to pick him up along the way, which is pretty ironic considering he is a Cleric. As we journeyed onward we came along a path and some of our party noticed that it looked to be a set up of an ambush. I was excited for this was my first time to use my skills, and no sooner as my adrenaline kicked in we were fighting kobolds. I slit a few throats and felt good about myself but collectively we pulled together using each other as tactically as a new group could’ve and there was blood and heads everywhere, not ours of course. We felt pretty triumphant and decided to trudge on to Winterhaven where there were a few guards at the gate. The Tiefling Harm noticed that they did not look to be blocking the gate so she mentioned we should just go in to the city, however Valyn being the Eladrin wizard he is, decided that he must talk to the guards. The guards say to go right in and that there is a place called Wrafton’s Inn that has a bar, food, and beds to enjoy for the night. However, this obviously not being enough information Valyn decided to continue to bother Steve until he felt uncomfortable, at this point the rest of us moved on. It was a good night we were enjoying the company of some drunks who had bought Harm and I some drinks and we met some interesting people as well. Casual Friday aka Caz the Cleric completely failed at taking the barmaid to bed even with the help of Kildrek, though he wasn’t exactly saying very charming things about Caz. We met a man named Eilian who gave us a map to the burial grounds where Kildrek’s mentor was supposed to be and talked to a Lord Padraig who I am not very fond of, arrogant as you would expect any Lord to be. However, Kildrek seemed to get along with him and told him our story of defeating the kobolds and he gave us a proposition to return with the right hands of all the kobolds we defeated from their den and he would handsomely reward us.

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Kobolds!
Day 1 and 2

Valyn

Day 1 -

After leaving my 2nd ‘home’, I encountered a group of travelers consisting of a peculiar tiefling, a drunk cleric (yes, the irony is not lost on me either), a Dwarf fighter and a half-elf aerialist. They agreed to have me along as we searched for the Dwarf’s mentor.

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Do No Harm - Part 2
A Death

Harm

A death:

When she was three years old, the one who loved her best was taken by the Raven Queen and no one ever called her Avandrite again. One the rare occasions her birth mother noticed her, she was called ‘Demon Spawn’ or ‘Tiefling.’ More mature than her human counterparts, the girl quickly learned that her main purpose was to help her mother to forget her very presence. That could include fetching the wine skin or merely becoming invisible. As her mother entertained often, and gods help her if the gentlemen callers connected her in any way to her parent, the girl would climb out through the window and onto the roof. She made a nice little nest for herself there where she could look out on the city without being seen. She liked to spy on the people as they went about their business and traverse the alleys of the slum below. It amused her for a time, but before long she became lonely and wished perhaps the Raven Queen would come for her as well.

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Do No Harm - Part 1
A Birth

Harm

*There were three monumental events that shaped her early life and set her feet on the path she now trod.
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Her birth:

Not that the birth itself was anyway special other than the origin of a monster; monsters of her type weren’t that rare. There were no signs or omens, no eclipse of the sun. In fact, she nearly died the day of her birth. Her mother, disgusted by the budding horns pushing through the blue downy hair and the tail that snaked from her spine, threw her in the corner and covered her with a blanket to muffle her cries. This paragon of motherhood then retreated into a bottle to recooperate from the labors of childbirth. The baby’s cries grew fainter as night became morning and the day lengthened into evening. It was unlikely her mother would have given her another thought had not the door to the small chamber opened and the elderly landlady shuffled in.

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