To, the Exalted Lore Master Dalmanaus Corentheas,
From, the Wandering Poet of the Wilds, Jyhazen Silversong
Sir,
I am sending this manuscript to you following your request for chronicles of the men and women who call themselves adventurers in the Great Kingdom of Golandor.
I myself am but a man just starting my life out and about. But I am sure in time you will hear my name spoken by many a town crier in this fair kingdom. My Father is called Jaarl Silversong, he is also a wondering jongleur. I am from the elven lands called Vinequaa're. My Mother is of the fair people. And as you are probably aware of the customs of elves would not want me to speak her name to an unknown person, not of the elves. I myself am considered Half-Elven or Half-Human depending on your outlook. But I consider myself the best of both of these fine races. I hold no prejudices against any race.
I plan to write many accounts of our exploits. This first installment is to introduce the reader to men that make up our band. Future accounts should be expected to detail our times and trials.
The first person anyone notices in our group is not because of his stature nor his wealth. No, onlookers usually notice his mouth and the things that spew from it on a regular basis. His name is Samuel. But that is just a temporary name. You see he is a dwarf, and a few months ago while transporting a magical item to a wizard he was assaulted by a group of Orcs. They left him near dead and he has lost almost all memory of his life before the attack. He is now slowly gaining these memories back.
While he doesn't remember his past, he is still a Dwarf through and through. He charges blindly into danger with no thought of death, for him or his companions. And after the battle has been waged he drinks his weight, and usually ours, in ale. His current favorite is from the Sleeping Wyvern Inn in Foggyton.
Samuel for all his brashness is a very agreeable fellow. He likes to take charge of every situation and shows a keen mind for tactics and strategy. We all hope he finds his past and in the process his future.
The next person in our group is one that I consider as being as close to my mannerisms and temperament. His name is Calaris Winterwind (I have asked his permission to release his name to you) he is half-elven as am I. He is what the elves call Teles'Qintae' or "Friend of the Forest". As you may know elves and other woodland races are very conscious of the forests and wilds of the land. Teles'Qintae' are threefold as concerned with the wilds. They are obsessed with keeping the balance that nature so desperately needs to survive. He venerates an unknown deity that he calls, The Earth Father. Some of the elves of my homeland spoke of this Father.
Calaris is also a very established warrior. He and Samuel make up the muscle of our ragtag group. He wields a scimitar with grace and power.
Calaris is reflective at times and never quick to anger. He always makes certain that we respect our surroundings. This is a job made more important when Samuel is around.
And last but certainly not least is, well I will call him Rags. His real name I'd think he'd like to keep a secret from one in a position such as yourself. As he deals with the shadowy side of life. Some would call him a thief or a burglar. But we know him as our ears and eyes in places most people cannot gain entrance. He is the only full blooded human in our group.
It is mainly because of him that we are on our current quest. We are trying to stop a former associate of his from committing an act of great evil.
I wish I could tell you more about him but I feel it is in his and our best interest to keep his identity a secret at this time.
That is all for now my Lord. I hope that this account finds thee in good health of body and mind and that it is taken with a glass of wine by a warm fire. Thank you for your time Sire.
Jyhazen Silversong
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