No Rest For The Wicked

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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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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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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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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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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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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Bitter
Valyn - Session 2

Valyn

Trying to process this loss is making me nauseous. A feeling of uneasiness that creeps up and threatens to escape from my mouth. Harm, our very own Tiefling, fell in battle recently and I can’t stop thinking about how things could have been… No… should have been different. Things I could have changed, things I could have done differently and thinking about it eats at whatever happiness I had left in me. I haven’t felt this way since my parents were killed by my hands. A feeling of sorrow, of guilt, of loss.

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Ranger Log #133 - Seperating the wheat from the chaff

Tyranny
For nearly eight centuries the elves of Llandowar lived in peace with the woodland creatures, occasionally having to drive off a caravan or adventurer was easy enough for the graceful beings who were never seen. Ghost sounds or a few assassinated companions usually did the trick. The forest is assumed haunted as people who wander to far in never return. Nightly training to defend their home left little time for social gathering, that is until the night Llathariel came back.

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Annoying
Valyn - Session 3

Valyn

To say the new addition to our group is annoying is like calling the sun a 40 watt light bulb. Whether she’s constantly complaining about some hammer that she can’t even use or desperately trying to show how she can hold her own in battle… It reminds me of the human folk I stayed with – always trying to receive the attention of their peers. I suppose I’ve been more harsh towards her because, in a way, she’s ‘replacing’ Harm and I resent that. To be honest, I don’t even have the same hatred towards Dwarves as my ancestors. My Elven family never felt that animosity and the human folk held their own resentment for me it seemed, so I don’t like this new addition because she will never replace Harm and I despise her for even trying and not because she’s a Dwarf. Why did we even bring her along? I’m still wondering that… Well, we’re in the middle of a dungeon type adventure right now and are only taking a quick break, I’ll relay our battles when we get out of here.

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Excerpt from the Guide to Middle Earth by Alphonix Denaisou Overseer
Female Dwarfs

Falkrunn
Excerpt from the Guide to Middle Earth** by _Alphonix Denaisou Overseer
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“There are only a few obscure references to female dwarfs in the Common Lore and it is quite likely that the ordinary citizen has never seen one. It is not, as some of the cruder denizens of the taverns might allude, that they are indistinguishable from their male counterparts. Females tend to have more hair on the tops of their heads and less on their face than the males and also have all the female characteristics that make a female a female… or so I am assured. It is that as on the whole, they tend to be more homebodies than their menfolk. It is rare that a female will venture far from their mountain homes. Not that she could not fend for herself just as well as a male, but she lacks the wanderlust.

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