Legends of the Pink Clan

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Sensous delights, Part Two: The Offer (5Dec05 6:07 PM Local)

The threesome traded questions as the evening creeped slowly along, the tension in the air electric. Polite their manners but joist they continued, unabbated...

"I even went to try and find you." The woman chuckled behind a soft palm. "But you werent there... alas."

"really?" The woman nodded once and Jasper replied with hint of regret. "And it is my loss that I was not. I will try to be more availible the next time you come looking."

"Perhaps it was.. perhaps it was.. And perhaps it shall..." The hin took another sip of her drink as Lainey again pulled out her harp and began to play softly.

"In Amn the days are hot and long,
And the Dalelands in the west..
The northern mornings are bitter cold,
But Cormyian Knights are the best."

"You can keep all your Sembian merchants,
Thayan wizards you'll find by the score,
But if you want a great day,
look for purple and grey,
'Cause they know what chivalry's for."

"In Amn the days are hot and long,
And the Dalelands in the west..
The northern mornings are bitter cold,
But Cormyian Knights are the best."

"Oh the djinns keep it hot out in Calimshan,
And the sailors on the beach in the Isles,
But the ladies know best,
'cause its better out West.
You can always tell that by our smiles."

*plays the chorus on her harp before singing*

"Well the dwarves are quite burly in Icewindale,
In Silverymoon you can dance with a bard,
If you want a strong man,
take a knight by the hand,
'Cause it's more than their armor that's hard!"

"In Amn the days are hot and long,
And the Dalelands in the west..
The northern mornings are bitter cold,
But Cormyian Knights are the best."

The woman finished her song, nearly swooning in her chair. "Ooooh, Cormyrian Knights are the best!"

The hin howled in her chair, kicking and giggling, as Jasper raised a eyebrow, clapping. "you /are/ quite tallented."

Lainey smiled politely to his honest compliment. "I'm happy that you think so. I could sing a sea chanty.. but I'm afraid the lyrics are too crude for gentle company."

"Oh I am not so gentle."

Now it was her turn to raise an eyebrow. "Are you not?"

"not crude at all. Just direct... Would you like to find out?" Jasper flashed a devil's smirk as Millia burst into a new bough of giggles.

With a slight blush rising in her cheeks, Lainey retorted, "No but thank you for the very kind offer."

The hin kept snickering with rolling eyes as she finally mustered air to mutter out, "'im is crude like itchies in buttocks...."

"Itchies in.....?" Lainey puzzled that out a moment, then shrugged helplessly. "Well.. I suppose Captain Kinney wouldn't shock anyone here.."

Times passes and Lainey's redition of Cap't Kinney and His Monkey Mates was, indeed, a woot. soon as the giggles and clapping was done, the hin was wiggling in her chair...

"How can a man keep his composure in the presents of such beauty?" Japser took mesure of both women in turn, appraisingly.

The Bosomy woman took boldly her retort to Jasper's wandering eyes. "You seem to be doing admirably well Jasper. Though I had hoped to ask you to teach me to juggle when you have time. You are terribly good at it." The woman's smile seemed to echo the hin's snort of derision, causing her to turn towards Millia with a smile. "You have to admit he's good at juggling. Have you ever seen him do it?"

The hin gave her a unsure shrug, a gesture Lainey too as an affirmation. "Well then you know he's very good."

"[h] but hims juggles boobies...", was all the mumbling hin could muster, drawing a confused look from Lainey. "I'm sorry?"

Jasper's smile was miles across then, utterly full of himself in inflation. "I would be glad to instruct you lainey."

"Well then.... I'll look forward to it. Though I'm not entirely certain how I could use it." Uncertainty hinted in the Buxom woman's tone.

"The way that your fingers delicately caress that harp I am sure you will be a natural." Again than evil, delicious wink of secuction towards Lainey. "but such delicate hands she has. Millia? would you desire a lesson too?"

Mental Thought: [Talk] [H] Bite Me!

The hin merely snorted, wiggling her nose in a aqute smirk towards the impudent male. Lainey's parry was much more lady like...

"Oh.. playing the harp is certainly not the thing I'm most skilled at, Jasper."

Intrique filled his expression, as did the hin's, three blinks showing hook, line and successful sinker. "oh! and what is that? what is it that you are most skilled at?"

His grin was infectious; the hin sniffled once; the woman crossed her legs at the ankle. "You wouldn't be interested in knowing that.."

He raised an eyebrow; the hin sniffled again; the woman smiled rather nervously (or was it a feint?)...

Silence, broken finally by the truely curious, and impatient hin. "'plain please! me is curious..?"

"Actually, it's Massage." A soft chuckle and smile towards the hin, drawing Jasper's attention fully upon the woman.

"Though I have done so little of it I'm afraid I might have forgotten how."

"Then, mayhaps, you should practice. such a skill would be useful, and, t'would be ashamed to loose such a skill, malady."

Serious consideration occuring, the woman slowly nodding. "Perhaps.." Her shoulder shrug delicately. "I wouldn't want to offend anyone though. I usualy don't offer because people sometimes either don't like to be touched.. or get the wrong impression."

".....massage? like how Sharess Ladies massage? turn into puddle OH~ so~ guud massage? yes?" The hin mewed out her question, thoughts lingering back to a time, of warm water, bubbles and joy, back in a not so far way place.

"Exactly like that. Would you like me to practice on you?" Her view was totally upon the curiousity and whimsical stricken hin's face. "After all, Jasper does makes a good point."

"uh....." Rapid blinks, uncertainty. "Me guesses.... where?" Nervous looks around the otherwide empty Inn room.

"Your back? Legs? Neck most definately.."

The man, silent, merely coughed into a tightly closed palm, as the hin murmured her acceptance. "uh...... me guess back and neck...." Her voice drops a octive or two, then. "but me thought me haves gets in buff!"

Lainey gave a reassuring smile, hooking assured the hin's involvement. "It isn't nessessary.. It is easier, but again.. I prefer people to be comfortable."

Jasper finally found his voice, and with devilish wit, calmly commented, "why do it half way?" Instantaniously, the hin scowled, giving the man -That- Look.

The woman, taking upon a professional tone then, set her harp back into it's case, snapping the latches shut, before motioning the hin to sit in front of her. "You could come sit in front of me, if you like, Millia."

The hin, gulped once, gave the man a firm pointing towards the far wall, and as he turned his chair obediantly away, the straps and clips her pooped off and open and the hin peeled off her Darken Leather top, exposing tanned, frenckled and scared skin...

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Sensous delights, Part Tree: Fingers in all the wrong places! (9Dec05 11:31 AM Local)

The woman's Fingers ran along the long muscle down the sides of her spine, soft pinching motions on each vertibra. Her moves, her very touch, glorious pleasures, as they befell the hin, the throaty purring drawn out as the 'victum' endured the pleasures of the massage...

"You've been carrying things too heavy for you.." Soft words, as she continued to work the relaxing muscles. "I told you that you needed to relaxe more.." Jasper's rebuke, polite and calm as he watched from afar.

Her motions begin by massaging the hin's shoulders, running her thumbs along the muscles in her neck, making small deliberate circles. The skin is tight, raw, and the hin stretchs herself out in a effort to provide more of her for the woman to work upon... "You have many talents, Lady Lainey" A smile, less evil and mischievious and much more admirative, as the man observed cleary enjoying watching the hin squirm on the felt throw rug.

The woman, smiling to the man's compliments, then began to work her way back down to where her neck meets her shoulders, before working her way back up the small tanned neck. "Tell me if you want me to do it harder.." Lainey's voice was kind, warm, professional. Her hands began kneading the shoulder muscles as she works her way a little further out from the neck, her concentration high...

"you see what a gentle hand can do for you Millia?" The smile fell upon the hin like shadow, The man's eye lingering upon the sides of the hins compressed bosom exposed. By instinct, the hin brought her right elbow back down to cover her exposed bosom's sides, as the Mistress Massagist worked her way down the spine to the lower back, then shook her head, frowning slightly.

"Mmm.... Thank you, Jasper..." Soft words, high praise. "This really is a mess, Millia. Can I straighten it for you?" A pause, a throaty plea of permission, her words more purr that words. "Just relax.. I'll have it out in a moment.." Her work slowly traveled down the small spine, the moan of purring pleasure, like a cat, from the hin, high pitched and throaty, turning into a whimper as the massure began to work out a knot under the hin's shoulder blade...

The Scene: The woman, kneeling over the prone hin, pushed the strap of her own dress up as it slide off of her shoulder to her arm. The man, appearing to be intrigued, took out his flask and dranks a bit sip. The hin groaning sofly in deft pleasure as pale small but strong fingers performed magic on tanned, freckled skin and scars. The inn door opens. In, step in four folk, happy to be in doors and to enjoy the warmth. One man and three woman. All three look in variations of surprise to looking upon the Woman Lainey and her efforts upon the prone, and partially nude hin. Expressions from nervous shock to outright amusement are evident from faces of the Human Elias Fenigan, The Lady Gina Undry, Katrina Sendt and the soreroress, JenWa. Several audible cracks are heard, each with a corisponding groan from the hin finally ending with a plaintif 'Me -lurvs- this!'...

Later, as the other folk discuss matters of privacy at the bar, The massause known as Lainey, sits with the Sorceross JenWa, as the hin sleeps on the rug, a cloak covering her otherwise topless self...

Lainey, resting calmly, smiled at the sleeping hin, Millia, as JenWa snorted out her words with a wave of her left hand, amused. "Bah, Millia could sleep just about anywhere...

"Truely? Ah.." JenWa returned a firm nod. "Oh yes... In Beregost, I found her sleeping, curled up, under a bench." Her smirk raised the dimples of her cheeks.

"Rather like a cat... Well she certainly seems peaceful enough."

"hmm True... I think an army would pass by and she would not move. The slightest sound of thunder, however, will wake her up though..."

The hin merely slept through the conversations going on around her, dreams of liquid puddles, soft fingers, and mental orgasms...

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Future Plans (8Dec05 10:12 PM Local)

Baby Steps by Svenskaflicka

Hope grows
with every encouraging word.
Success
builds confidence.
My back is straight,
my head held high.
Step by step
towards the day
I can let go of your hand
and manage on my own.

The hin sat under the stone pedistal, shivering. The room was cold, just like the rest of the gnome complex. A soft, shivering wind was felt around her.

Her patrons, the gnomes of White Dimond were understandably pleased with her rescuing the gnome infant from the clutchs of the Trolls. 'You did a good dead. WE are grateful, young hin'. kind pleasntries indeed.

But the hin still remembered -that- feeling. That connection. that sence of love. She held the infant but for a scant amount of time but for Millia, it was endless. The feeling of rage, concern, worry, grief....

relief. Joy. Pleasure. So many emotions befeel the hin when she rescued the little girl. So much emotion in that single connection.

Pride. Belief. Happy sorrow. Nobility. All these thoughts crowded the hin's brain. Drawing confusion. Uncertainy. Anxiety. emotions the hin had little personal experiance, save for one dark time in the past.

She made up her bed, rolling out her travelling blanket and mat, her bags serving as her pillow. Soon, she was asleep, dreaming of her future.

Dreaming of her own children's future....

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Ends and Forks in the road (10Dec 05 4:01 PM Local)

A note, written on Whitestar parchment, in common runes, neat and legible...

To: Commander Eveningstar and Acting Commander Frem
From: Milliam Quicken Stoutfolk, Lorehin and Scout
Subject: Terms of resignation as a Whitestar

Sir, Me report with~ ...


The note burns cleanly in the firepit, well enough for the still bitter and conflicted hin. She watchs the parchment burn for a time then exhales loudly as she then turns toward the small storage closet, looking for a broom...

"Me have hires new cleaning lad. No likes dusting!" As the hin then sneezes loudly enough...

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Summoning blossom (16Dec05 1629 Local)

The beast sniffed the air, the winds carry the wide array of oratory senses that a large city would emit on a especially warm summer day. One breath. Two. 'West.... I sense her to the west....' The beast lumber off on whisper soft pads, scaring half to death a young dwarf lass who peeked out her third story window. She didn't know what she saw, only that a shadow three times as large as her prowled the rooftops of Baldur's gate...

"DEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRZZZZZZZZZ REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Screamed the woman, as she put the plate down on the dinner table, the metal plate competing with plates of Ham Roasts, Bread sticks, Corn on the Cob and a dish of carrot slices and Loafy leaves. Her smile was wide and she felt wonderful this day.

"It smells nice, Mistress Elizabeth", piped up Akania. The slim, white robed hin with sharp brunette hair placed the last of the silver wear on the table, Dinner Fork, then spoon-knife. The Tall red haired human nodded her thanks, turning towards the hallway where the gaggle of family would come in to feast to the Mid-summer's Night.

The first to come in, running on blue and green furry bunny slippers was Millia, squealing in delight with Ginnia, the two rambunctious hin followed quickly by Melony, a slightly taller human child. Hair, long and unkempt on all three lasses, skidded aged of them as they stopped instantly when their respective mothers gave the threesome 'the eye'. No words said, just looks and points of slender index fingers and the three girls took their chairs and places, content to smell the meal before them in quiet anticipation.

A older, more matronly woman came in bearing a plate of sweets, and the three girls broke into a loud chorus of wants, screams and hollering them, Akania shaking her head, Elizabeth yelling to her own child to quiet down and the older woman, merely chuckled.

"Mother, you are not helping", was Elizabeth's only remark to which Aghness snorted something much to rude to print to her daughter, the grand daughter wide eyed in shock, the hin's three in riotous laughter...

The beast hear the noise, loud echoing in the wood cave below and across the narrow gap from the top of the mountain-wood-cave he rested his haunches on. It was there, he though. Though.... not. He smelt her.... but did not see her... 'Odd....'

The hin children and human child were quiet, heads bowed down in various stages of prayer, some more fervent than others, when the hin woman looked up with curiosity to the empty place at the table.

"Robin Mari! Dinner is served, darling!" Melony looked up to Akania, as the hin mother called out. The hin girls snickered but ceased with just a dark glance towards them. Melony remained passive, patiently waiting permission to eat. Millia and Ginnia squirmed in their seats.

Elizabeth chewed on her lower lip, saying nothing, only reaching her hand out to the man to her right. Thomlas took the soft hand into his own, large power digits rapping and caressing, both remaining quiet. Their trust in their live in maid and confidant hin was eternal. Only the old woman, crowed softly to herself, the hin children and human child giggling then.

and then the child came into view.

thin, meek. Her hair in messy curls, her robes a little too big for her, her green fishy shaped leather shoes making 'Scree-Zee' sounds as she waddled into the dinning room. Akania smiled, relieved. "Oh, Robin Love. Come sit, so that we may pray to our lord, The True. Only the old woman heard the sarcasm in Akania's tone.

The hin child took her place, with some struggle and help from her sisters.
All was ready. Then the head ache returned and Robin whimpered. Her mother was there immediately, comforting her. She knew her daughter was birthing her powers, mastery of magic through concept. The fever she suffered over the previous week was of this, maturity. 'Tis to be expected of this kind of affliction', said one priest. 'Portent of ill', said another, before the mother stole his coin purse out of spite.

'She calls me and I will obey', The Beast growled to himself. He traveled an 8th of the world to reach his mistress, to heed her calls, worthy. To serve and protect her....

and as the 400 black glossy panther broke through the panels of the glass window, bounded once into a leap and ended on top the dinner table (sending all the plates that did not resist his sudden appearance to the floor, hin children, human child, or three elderly humans) and stood still, looking straight down at his mistress Robin's wide eyes of awe, hew realized something as well...

Akania Quicken Stoutfolk was slightly a better cook that Elizabeth Goodheart, but both paled in comparison to Aghness Goodheart's Left-side Down Cake with goose feathers.... Then the table broke in two...

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The hin closed her journal as the throng of children began to clap and laugh, applauding to the hin's story. She smiled sweetly, the memory of who Robin called up her familiar warm and wet, upon her lips. Embellished, yes, the hin considered but still funny to tell to the children. With the gloom that all the refugees brought with them from fleeing the drow or drow-related exodus, the hin felt she had to do something to help....

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When Von met Millia (10Oct05 3:48 AM, Late Entry 22Dec05 13:04 PM Local)

(This was a story that Rusty sent me long ago, after our first meeting in the Streets of Waterdeep. It involed myself, him and folks and NPC Drunkard, who, at the time, i though was dropped for a reason, as opposed to be merely just looked at, like all poor vagrants we see and, sadly, ignore in RL)

“My kin say I walk like a moose of the wood.” Von’nes had stepped out of the stinking tavern, leaving the red-haired human to her conversation. Beleg and Fabian waited outside.

“Your… friend… is engaged with a garrulous halfling.” Dry. Fabian smiled, though whether at Beleg’s latest piece of self-deprecation or Von’s finessing was not clear — or particularly important.

As she raised her black and silver helm, the moon elf’s eyes scanned the sparsely occupied street, darting from shadow-bound doorway to doorway. Her vision picked out a peculiar scene. “It might just be dawn by the time she is done chatting then. I have not met a single silent hin yet.”

Von motioned to the two bodies on the road, one prone, one, smaller, halfling, kneeling, and whispered: “That halfling seems to have talked its victim into a coma… or we are witnessing the world’s slowest mugging.”

Beleg grinned.

“North on foot?” but by now, Von’nes’ attention was fully focussed on the scene before her. A guard, paying no attention, walked past the recumbent pair. Von’nes exhaled through her nose, heavily, and stepped forwards.

Still no sign of life… though there were no signs of blood. The human did appear to have been dragged a short distance from a small pool of vomit.

Humans! Drunk. Insensitive. Neither moved. Two drunks. And one of them a freak. She took in the hin’s purple hair and over-sized pack. Or a circus performer. No response from this one either…

Von’nes slowly raised her foot. Just as she was about to swing it down, the halfling sighed. Von paused, poised on one leg. “Me is drunkard old hag watch.”

What? Von’nes regained her balance as the halfling sighed and stared at the passed-out woman before her. “I had thought there were… two… such,” spoken precisely. Another guard walked past, oblivious to the tableaux. The purple-haired watcher glared at her.

“Me think that rude thought!”

Von’nes shrugged, eloquently. Circus performer. Or escaped lunatic. Pesters people. Follows them around. Her gaze shifted as a gentle snore came from the ludicrously over-sized pack the hin had strapped to her back.

“What’s going on here, citizens?” Distracted by the moving pack, Von’nes had not noticed the approach of the guard. She looked back at its carrier.
“It appears you have been relieved, halfling.” The hin looked up and sighed with relief.

“You bring wooskow, guard sir? Me is drunkard watch…” The guard’s patience seemed already stretched.

“Who is this?” Curt. Glancing over the group, the three others having walked up behind Von. The moon elf’s attention remained locked on the halfling, intrigued as to how she would explain herself.

“Me no knows… me discovers… and me kepts watchs…” The guard was suitably impressed.

“Very well then. I’ll take it from here,” sarcastic, “Good work.” The hin piped up again. Von’nes struggled to contain her amusement.

“Me asks you takes her to tank, for safeties,” peering at the badge on the guard’s uniform, “Patrolman…?”

The guard sighed and, reaching down, grabbed the woman by the collar. The halfling bit her lip as she watched her precious drunkard being dragged off, down the street. Glancing over her shoulder, Von muttered a few words in Elvish to Beleg.

“One drunk or two?” The halfling’s bag lurched and the hin staggered as she tried to stay on her feet. “Or even three?” Von’nes attention locked back onto the bag. That pack has a halfling attached.

Steadier on her feet, the hin glowered up from underneath her purpled locks. “Will your passenger approve of the delay?” The hin growled. Von’nes nearly burst out laughing.

“Fey of the moon, your lip…” purple tresses were rearranged, irritably.
That was too much. The sound of elven laughter rang out into the cold night air.

“This one could follow you, Beleg. As you… knock-out… your assailants, she could stand watch over them.” The hin turned away slightly, struggling to keep her balance as her pack shifted.

“Until a guard arrived to claim them. You could split your… reward.” Behind her, Ravin grinned. The halfling’s jaw dropped.

“Perhaps not. She does not seem… aware enough… to be relied on.” Uncomprehending, blinking eyes peered up at her.

“You… you is just thugs!” the halfling exclaimed. Von’nes laughed. Point proven.

“I think not.” Fabian had removed his helm and stepped forwards into the moonlight. “Calling a man of the cloth a thug is quite the insult.” The hin gasped.

Such incomprehension. Almost impressive.

“You! You hangs out with… jerk lady? Me no gobbies and orc with more tack!” Hands placed on hips, “Why she make order anyway?” More hair rearranging.

“The lady is a… skilled… warrior, and one of the fair-folk, and although her attitude shows disdain, I am sure she means no harm.” Fabian whispered something else. Beleg muttered. The hin snorted.

“Not enough violence, Beleg?”

“Too much, mayhap.” Ravin closed her eyes and sighed. “And here I thought we were just going to see about that caravan.”

Von’nes looked up at the sky and shrugged as the halfling muttered something unintelligible.

“Not dawn yet.”

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Preamble: One path leads to another... (4Jan06 6:06 AM Local)

"little really going on... I've been doing some of the dull work of his lordship.." The Elf-kin Pariah Sylvia was speaking to the Sorceress JenWa, as the hin wandered up the lane from the south. Dressed in her typical Adventuring gear, it t'was clear she meant for some travelling this day...

"Jen-Jen!", the hin growled out with revel, as the Elf-kin lass pursed her lips, glancing to milia. JenWa merely grinned as she said her own form of salutation. "Pinkie-Milli!"

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The threesome woman discuss travel to Missledale, Millia's desire to investigate reports of siege weapon far far south past the barrows on the moonride. Soon, JenWa agrees, Sylvia states her need to remain and bids both safe travels as the pair depart for the Coaster. After some discussion, JenWa's need to check in with Dara (and Millia supposes, a hour long need to crap), the pair pay coin to reach Emerald Springs, as it's all Millia could afford at the time ("Me made spend lots coin on scroll material for Elf-Dur!"). A few hours closer to nightfall, the pair arrive to the Elven Encampment, sorrowed by the sence of ill in the air. The Drow threat is clear and palitable and they make their way swiftly across the far shore, back to the east road...

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The hin crawled from the dingy, grumbling to herself as JenWa grinned beeming at the newly contructed small habor on the river edge south. "Quite an improvement! Makes the trip to the Springs shorter."

Millia wiggled on her beloved deer helm, grumblings still to herself. "me wish me had coin for full trip"

The woman took it upon herself to enjoy the opertunity then with some farse, as she chuckled. "My 'poor' friend..."

A nerve twitched on the hin's forehead out of view as she snarled, "Farty fart!", which only caused the woman to shrug and wave a dismissive hand. "You have much to learn in insults." JenWa added a witty grin, knowing full well she won this round. "You should consider Velyn or Myr as teaches."

The hin growled and flipped JenWa a rude hand gesture, causing the woman to laught with delight....

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Hours pass and darkness soon heralds Shar's time to reign on this moonless night when the pair reach the western gates of Ashabenford. They nod to the gaurds, explaining thier purpose and reporting no sightings of drow or unusual events on the road, much to the relief of the standing gaurds. Soon they continue onward to reach the White Hart Inn to rest, wash up and feed their inhabitions. The Sorceress takes a chair near the fire, it's warmth oddly strangely... appreciated, thought she keeps this concept private. The hin however spends the eve entertaining the gaggle of youths, weaving new and renewed tales of 'Moo Moo Cow & Dizy Kitten'. The night goes well for both woman...

The Next Morning, they arrive at the Rider's Fort and meet the Red haired Captain for discussions of Millia's investigation and perhaps minor coin earning work as well. It seems odd noises have been noted from Galath's Roost yet again. The pair agree to assist, The woman being perhaps bored and the hin needing the coin. Soon with tasks at hand but not a plan of yet, the pair rest thier bottoms on the soft velvet cushions in the Rider Fort's lobby, pulling boots off and inspecting toes before they depart...

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Foreward: Bitchs, moans and overdoes it (6Jan05 20:17 PM Local)

When the pair come back out from the Riders Headquarters, the weather took an amazing turn. Grey, misty fog had rolled across the ashebenford, Pee Green and soupy. Suffice to say, it meant for some unusual navigation methods to get around town...

" 'Scue me! 'Scue me!'", The little hin yelped out each time she ran into a Missledalesman Militia, the sound of metal impacting with leather and flesh with regularity. The Sorceross was grumbling herself, running into fences instead of metal plated Soldiers.

"Getting too old for this!" The woman laughed to herself at the abserdity of the current weather and mischief as a result of it. The hin merely grabbed at her own bosoms lifting up then down, mimicing the effects of gravity. "Ooooooollllllldddd~UMPH! 'scue me!"

JenWa simply chuckled in delight at the yet again impact of hin and soldier. "You see who I am stuck with?" The Soldier expressed his appologies and the pair kept moving, slowly north, then west as they traveled the edge of the Ashaba river.

The fog really didn't help much at all, as the hin began to lead them in circles, blishfully unwares as she babbled her taunts to her human friend, in hin. "OLDDDDDDDDD! [h] me have saggy boobies! me is old fart maid! [com] Old lady no sence! Direction up down! Dence, dence, dence!" Her giggles and overall cheery tone was just one odd difference in this weather, The hin being unusually upbeat...

JenWa, after bouncing off the umpteenth fencing, merely rolled her brown eyes, muttering aloud, "See who I am stuck with?" She then added in her natural and flowy home language muttering, "[Mul] Unless all hins are crazy?..."

When the hin ran smack into The Wizard Noristuor's Tower for the second time, did JenWa finally start laughing hard and clapping, enjoying Millia's struggles with direction in Fog laidened Ashabenford. "Bah! You silly, pink-haired, half-blind hin!" JenWa was feeling wonderful then, finally filled with a chance to forget her own burning needs, as she poked the now confused and lost hin with her staff...


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The pair of lost bumblers eventually leave town from the north gate and as they gain some distance from the River Ashaba, the fog begins to clear up, well enough for the pair to go off land then, as their direction heading kept them eastwards towards the Vale of Lost voices.... and Galath's Roost, home to many mysteries and many haunts. It's this aspect of the ruins that killed the hin's mirth when they finally got within sight of keep, it's green glow hidden by the weeds and vines growing along it's flanks and facings. Chauntea seemed to be doing a slow job to take over the keep...

"Been around once with Myr", Murmured quietly in whisper, as they creeped up the muddy and weed covered approach, bluejays calling out in the distance. Millia's sence of mirth faded away as she got within 10 feet of the old battered walls, burn marks still apparent after all these years of rain...

"So.... what exactly did the Captain hire us out to do, milli~willi?" The woman rested her hands on her hips, Her staff momentarliy planted into the earth, as she surveyed the keep's tall but badly damaged battlements.

The hin walked up to a corner and started pointing things to the woman, explaining in clear words, clear at least as far as Millia was concerned and the pair begin to walk around the perimitier, the hin acting as guide.

They started working down the south side of the castle, the sun warm and friendly as they traveled down the lane, Ciperious Leaves to thier right and crumbling rock to their left. 12 paces down, a gaggle of jungle rats scuried across thier path from a crack in the wall and into the forest below them. JenWa, caught unwares, instinctly touched Millia's shoulder and suddenly the hin felt the tell tale effects of maving stone overlap her skin.

The hin paused giggled as the last rat screached to safety and she rapped her leather bosom affectionately. "rock boobies!"

The sorceress shrugged soft shoulders and continued her work, her frown growing as the sun rose in to the partly cloudy skies. Millia broke away, feelin nature's need to urinate and JenWa moved onward, now looking over the east face of the keep, the marks of fire and sulfer more evident now between the weeds and reeds.

JenWa's frustrations were growing, as she continued her fruitless search, until she eventually ran back into the hin near the North-west side of the keep. "You go the other way? Or I do?" She finally swore in Mulhorandi, as her frustrations finally took the lead in her demenor. The hin sighed softly then gestured to her friend with a pitch of some animal fur, then mutters her spell in elvish.

The woman widen her eyes to her friend, her eyes watering as she blinked rapidly as the spell took hold and then, as she whipped tears from her eyes, she smirked then. "Thank you." Millia watched her friend's expression grow into a full bore smile and she cheerfully declared, "Now you is not dumb!"

The hin then cast 'The Cunning Fox' upon herself and she swayed on her legs for a moment, as JenWa grabbed her shoulders in concern then. "Milli?" The hin dropped to her knees, looked up to her friend's gravely worried expression, and blurted out in the fastest speach she ever heard spoken...

"Iamreally,truely,honestly,surpremelyandutterlysuperdupersmarts,nowJenWaLoves!" Millia's eyes was wide, expressive, and extremly dialated. "Iamnotkidding!Iamreally,greatly,hugely,loudly,bigglyVERYVERYSmarts,JenWa-Love!" The Sorceress looked at the hin, blinked once, twice then started to laugh, happily finally.

"Whyareyoulaughingatme,JenWaLove? Ireallydon'tlikethat!I'msuperintelligentnow!" The hin huffed rapidly and blinked her eyes just as quickly, causing the woman to laugh even harder now at the pouting hin...

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Forbodding: Taunts of the feast (9Jan06 20:11 Local)

Now emboldened with Millia's magical enhancement of their perceptions, the pair of Adventurous surveyors continued their work, looking over the crumbling walls of Galath Keep. It was laborious and time consuming and soon Sune's light gave way to the battle of Selune and Shar, as clear moonlight bathed the lands below.

They made camp, daring to make a small fire just at the edge of the land, under the shadows of the haunted Roost. The smell of roasting pork whiffed the calm air and night loons crooned somewhere to the south, seeking mates under the Moonmaiden's grace.

The sorceress worked the fire with a frown, the red flames betraying the heat that she began to slowly emit herself. The hin snored quietly, belly full and appetite sated, under the ruin of a arbalest, it's shatter frame suitable for a small hin to crawl into.

JenWa grinned mischievous and began to toss small rocks at the sleeping hin. after 12 throws, one finally boinks the hin's snoring and she growled slowly, making it clear she is unhappy to be awake. JenWa smiled then, coming up with a sarcastic comment for her friend. "Hmm... so is that better or worse than sleeping under a bench, Milli?" The woman hid her grin with her left hand as the hin flashed a rude hand gesture back at her.

It was then that the Sembian Archer marched by, silently and calmly enough, ignoring both woman as he moved up the hill, perhaps through the hill. JenWa shivered in her seat as Millia growled, surprised and frightened. "uh... uh.. uh... uh uh... de-de-de.... Ghostie!" She turned to watch the archer march into the walls, fading from sight before looking upwards and seeing ghostly figures fading in and out of existence on the battlements... and then they are gone, with the blink of a eye.

"[q] If... If I remember correctly... I ... I think the last battle is repeated at midnight every night... not always visibly however." She glanced down back across the plain, expecting to see most ghostly apparitions in the eve gloom but sighed when she sighted nothing.

Millia also looked about, but her vision walked across the battlements. "me no reads... EK!" She rapidly pointed upwards along the high crumbling walls, sighting ghostly figures fading in and out of existence on the battlements... and then they are... "there... and..." A brief pause and rapid blinks of her green eyes. "gones?"

JenWa turned to her friend, noticing her gestures before glancing up the walls herself. "me see.... ghosties.... on walls, top!" The audible gulping sound was clearly heard by the sorceress, her smile faint. "I... I wonder what is happening inside?"

She looked back around them and saw a few more ethereal forms march across the plains, heedless of the mortals in their mist. "They did not seem to notice us. Hmm... soo.... do we huh.. 'inspect'?"

The hin look like she was going to complain to that idea when they both quieted, upon hearing yipping screams from inside, growing louder. Her tanned ears perked up, JenWa gave a deep frown to her friend before staring back at the entrance. "What do you suppose it was?"

Millia began to whine nervously then "No likes this... it no thi~*!!" She silenced with a gasp and drew her elven dagger as a handful of non descript goblins burst from the keep, yelping and shrieking far into the night to the west.

"not a good sign." she murmured, watching the last of the goblins flee to safety before smiling proudly then, idea at hand.

"How about a peek, under invisibility?" Millia's complaints did nothing but embolden JenWa's interests. "Jen-Jen turns into Tallie Soppi with smaller boobies!"

Now laughing, the woman made a sweeping gesture to the hin and Millia's form faded from view, but did not cease her complaining, making the woman smirk the more fiercer. "I'll take that as a compliment, pinki-Milli..."
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The pair entered the hall, flames from shadowstuff creating dim light, and no heat what so ever blanked the moldy walls. A sense of rot and decay lingered in the air. now, it is understood why Chauntea's reclaiming touch is resisted in this place...

A table setting, faded, transparent was placed in the center, chairs placed in their locations proper, broken otherwise was standing magically by legs of faded non-existence. warriors sitting in each chair, lands on their faded leather thighs, themselves fading in and out with the wanes of the ethereal light in the room, doing nothing but stare at each other. The hint of voices linger, conversations in dialects of region but muted. It's clear enough the ghosts themselves make no sound at all...

JenWa quietly said to move forward and the pair walked around the far north wall, watching for reactions from the ghosts, seeing nothing instead. Millia simply blinked non-existent eyes at what she could see. JenWa's voice broke the enchanting spell...

"[w] Looks like the attack has not happened yet."

"[q] this.... before calm of storm?"

"[w] I suppose so. Hmmm... Battle happens at midnight, I think..."

The hin blinked again, trying to count on her invisible digits. "uh oh...."

They continued to creep coming to the North-East corner to looking at the delapatated throne, rotting and near complete ruin.

That was when they then saw the hounds on each side of the throne. Large mongrel pointers, as big as price boars at the fair, sitting on their haunches looking west at the table feast ahead of them... then the closest dog turned his head to the invisible pair and growled at them.

"[w] huh oh.... Let's back a bit..."

"*q* y-Y-Ye-ap!"

They back tracked the way they came, still the bandits in their chairs, showing no reaction, though the echoing laughter and revelry increased in crescendo and Millia pained to listen to her friend's footfalls to keep abreast with her. The dogs however, kept watch, remaining sitting but cleary aware of their presence.

They reached the foyer, the noise deafening when suddenly the pair feel a chill from grave across their shoulders when Galath finally spoke, the sudden silence, utterly, then.

"Ah, guests..." A subtly wicked grin flashed across his face, as he spoke a harsh word in Infernal and both woman faded into vision suddenly enough.

"[h] U-uh o-o-oh....." was all Millia could utter, high pitched with fright, her tone as her deer helm began to hum, low pitched from the sudden increase in her nerves.

JenWa : [Tell] lol, I was wondering where Galath was

Realizing their visibility had faded, she turned around just at the edge of the entry way, safety just 12 long strides away. She traded alarmed expressions with Millia, shivers too before sucking in a deep breath and standing more straight for the Ghost's measure. "Good evening, Galath."

Galath's eyes fell on Millia's shield and he grinned a predatory expression again as she held her shield forward of her lithe frame. "Ah, one of those... what do you call yourselves, white stars?" Galath's laughter made JenWa suppress a shiver even more.

His gloved fade, solid for a moment, gestured to the table, though no hint anything on it, save the seating ghost bandits themselves and Millia's deer helm bobbled a lot more in cold, restrained fury. "We have one here, little hin. Would you like to see him?"

He supports his right arm with his left at the elbow, his dark finger nails tapping at his shadowing stubble chin. "....what was his name?" A tilt of his head, and the thoughts begone then. "Ah, I cannot seem to remember his name... No matter."

JenWa : [Party] [w] I... He kidnapped the soul of the former Whitestar leader.

Millia Quick Stout: [Party] *a quick look of shock and confusion* *q* W-ha..? *the hin's confusion is genuine* you have-ves.... wh-o?

JenWa's frown, even with her slight rising temper, turned into a smirk. "The leader before Hadrian."

"Ah yes, I remember now. Tond is his name. He begged for his life in a most pathetic fashion. I wonder, are all Whitestars so weak?"

His laughter echoed in the halls though none of his officers and men moved of joined in and Millia gritted her teeth even more, fighting hard the desire to do battle against insult as JenWa cursed under her breath.

The ghost continued his triad, flashing suddenly gleaming white teeth. "Indeed. Here, he remains. None are brave enough to help him. His chuckling continued and he finally glanced back to his men. We should feast on his soul, tomorrow night, men?"

None of the men responded at all and Millia's fury built up even more steam and gore, her breath slowing hinting at bile lapping in her stomach. She finally growled out a retort with chattering teeth. "Me-e no knows who hi-m sp-sp-speaks.... but me no NOT wants to no know...."

Galath's shoulders raised slightly in gesture of futility then. "Very well, hin." He smiled again before turning his head towards his seated men, who make no action of themselves. "The ones which are pure of heart, they are the most.. nourishing."

JenWa : [Party] [w] He likes to play mind-games, Milli.

The hin began to see red, just hinting at the edges of her vision, her shield held that much higher in defense, as the ghost waved his hand over the table. "Will you not join us?" Now his smile turns positively wicked. "The night is young, we could serve.... up some of your former leader, perhaps?" With but a wave of his hand, two of his lieutenants fade from existence to clear two chairs at the end, facing each other. "Come, we have seats free."

Millia's growl only grew in tone and intent, the ghost's taunting barbs sinking deep into her psyche. JenWa, perhaps sensing the hin's emotions, placed a hand on the hin's shoulder, uttering soft words of encouragement "[w] If he gets closer, we run out." Millia in turn blinked, briefly reminded of the potential danger, so gentle and important the woman's touch to her.

"Thank you kindly Galath, but... I think we cannot abuse your... hospitality." She gives the evil being a slight smile and waves her hand dismissively as her next comment drip in sarcasm. "I find souls give me heartburns..."

The Ghost gave a feigned look of person hurt for a moment. "Not hungry? A shame." His false expression returned to that wicked grin, then. "It is no matter, I assure you. Your company is most welcome."

her teeth make a very quiet grinding noise, as she mouths off back to the ghost then. "Me think of few things you chews on, undeadie..."

JenWa then nudges Millia's rump with her staff roughly, admonishing her before thinking over what the undead had said. "I thought he chose to stay here." Her own chuckle seemed to briefly calm the hin.

With his arms wide in motions to the table behind him, Galath snarled, "Do you see much choice involved, sorceress?" Dark chuckling echoed in the halls again.

Crossing her arms across her bosom, JenWa shrugged. "I see that you cannot leave anymore than he can." She paused to nod to Millia, then. "Forced to repeat their last fateful night."

Her growl remained, terse and fierce now ceasing only to allow her to blink, as she looked to JenWa then. "them.... stucks...?"

"Ah, but he can leave!" His voice, filled with ice rises higher, an optimistic tone hinted then. "One must simply save him, he cannot leave on his own... But then I would not expect you White Stars to have any loyalty. Not if you are as weak as that Tond."

His smile seems to twinkle, yellow replaced by white and again, Millia felt a urge to draw her weapon upon the fiend. Only JenWa's soft pat on her shoulder keeps her in check, and the woman smiled back towards the ghost to show her own resolve, helped bolster the hin's. "I heard better, much better taunting from Sir Nullin of Helm, Galath. Taunting Millia shows poor form."

The ghost, with a wave of his phased hand, dismissed the comment with a scoff. "I am offering a chance to save the very soul of your former leader, I assure you it is no taunt."

JenWa glanced back outside a moment, then returned her eyes upon Galath, with a hint of a grin, as she whispered softly to the hin. "[w] Do not fall for that. Sadly Tond's fate... is beyond us." Her sigh, soft and wet in the misty air.

The bottle felt cool in her palm, as she quietly murmured, "me no readies to f-f-ights thi-s-s day...." Her deer helm shivered on her scalp and her finger popped the stopper on the bottle with her thumb and middle finger.

Galath bared his teeth, ethereal plaque build up still yellowish, as he growled a low, noise which subtly shook the castle. "Then pray, little hin, we have not already consumed his very essence when you are." His face suddenly contorted in a scowl as he sneered, "Begon, before your entrails decorate my chambers!" JenWa blinked, now sensing the proper need to depart post haste, bowed in a mocking fashion and nudged Millia toward the exit.

The hin then did the most irrational thing she could think of. "Me says... give you buttocks to kiss...." With a delft lobbing motion, she saw her bottle, a gift from the Latherite Priests in Dagger Falls, break open in a loud pop and the resulting hissing and scream that came forth from the enraged ghost, shocked to hurt by something that could harm him.

"OUT!", JenWa yelled and turned tale towards the door, hastened in her need to flee and Millia was right on her heels. The ghost, howling in anger and screaming obscenities, swung his greatsword once at the hin, arrows impacting on the door all around the little hin and she gritted her teeth as a piercing cold assailed her as her left heel departed the keep, free from what ever influence the ghost had on his fiefdom.

They didn't stop until they reached the bottom of the rise and even then 10 paces past before they stopped, panting for air, their beating hearts thumping in their chest cavities, vision wide and flush from euphoria and excitement. The ghost, still raging, kept howling curses and insults for half a dozen small candles before the night again knew silence...

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It was just a hour before dawn when the beleaguered pair arrived back in Ashabenford, limping slowly to the White Hart Inn to tend their wounds. When the pair entered, the inn keep, a former adventurer named Holfast Harpenshield, bade his daughter to go get some bandages as JenWa helped peel off the leather jerkin of Millia's.

The single line, red and puss filled, ran across her back going a quarter inch across but wide in length, missing her spine by a whisker's length. As the daughter handed the materials to the sorceress, the hin whimpered as she kneeled, the pain of the battle just now beginning to mount their effects...

"Thank you, Tara. please get me a bowl with some water. Cold, please." When the girl left the common room, JenWa's soft fingertips ran across the gash on the hin's back softly. "stupid.... Why.. Millia?"

The hin whimpered some more, causing the woman to smile weakly and shake her head at her incredibly stupid.... or incredibly brave, friend. "I told you... he likes to play with people's minds. More experienced people than us have tried to rescue Tond before..."

"Him.... h-him... Taunts me... like-like.... -HER-.... or -or..... Ru.... Me is Mads!" Millia growled through clenched teeth. Trading barbs with the ghost reminded the halfling of other folk she battled verbally in the past, with great pain the reminders in her heart.

JenWa had a questioning look, at her wording and emphasize of 'Her' but Tara's arrival with a large bucket of water, interrupted her thoughts. She thanked her and dipped her hand into the bucket, made a face and a grunt, as the water began to rapidly come to a rolling bowl, causing the young girl to pale and scamper from sight of JenWa's power.

As she dabbed the now warm rag across the hin's back, she continued to talk in soft tones of admiration to her firend. "You know, Galath would have teleported us in his labyrinth. We -were- very lucky in that regard, milli-butt. Galath does not typically play fair." Her thoughts for a moment were on the tragic tale of tond, before continuing. "Besides... you should never believe a cursed, evil ghost." The bright smile hide a quick prayer to The lady of Magic, so grateful not having to endure such a fate.

The hin raised her torso up, as her forearms supported her small frame on the rug. "HIM calls me weak! Me is no little girl hin!" Clear anger was in her tone, as she fumed.

"Anyone who truly knows you, knows you are not weak, nor a coward, Millia." JenWa smiled warmly then pulled out her healer's kit and took some silk thread into her finger tips, getting ready to close her wound...

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it wasn't until high sun outside that JenWa was finished tending the hin's wounds and she helped the hin onto one of the common beds, the hin sighing contently as she laid her head down. "aaaaah....."

"Another adventure. hmm....." JenWa sat down on her bed, watching Millia for a moment before a pale fell across her redden expression. "But... you must never tell Nicha, she would kill us!" Her smile widened as Millia turned her head with a questioning look. "Why Nots?", yelped the wide eyed hin.

JenWa gave Millia a rather oblique but innocent smile then, predicting the hin's reaction. "Because she told me, in the past, to -never- to go inside."

Both women then did the gestures of smacking their foreheads, the hin adding a minute long rant in hin, clearly unhappy in her tone when she finally shifts back to the common tongue. "WHY you no KNOW tells me NOWS???????"

Laughter could be heard in the common room then, throaty and and full of life then. After JenWa calmed down, she watched fondly as millia lowered her head back onto the bed, missing the pillow entirely. "it softs! it comfies! it..."

The hin pushed up into a prone position then, her nose wrinkled in disgust as she uttered, "it have pee smell!!!!!", to which more laughter could be heard in the common room then, followed by more yelling and complains in hin...

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Neat story, that Galath's quite a host.

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So may it be... (22Jan06 5:15 PM local)

"I ask you all, tonight, to be my witness in this: My pledge. Your shrine. Our Patron."

The auburn hair colored woman spoke, her stance silhouetted against the flames of Mystra's shrine, on this cloudless eve in the Emerald Springs. Selune was high above, her tears trailing in the heavens. The sorceress known to the realms as simply, 'JenWa', stood tall, Her expression, free from doubt, free from grief. Her faith.... absolute.

The Priestess of the Magical mother, Dara Tylnermana of Mystra, nodded her head slowly, honored by her friend's request to watch and guide her through this holy rite. "I will bear witness to your words as I have your deeds many times before. Mystra knows their number and weight, and She will be listening now... at the daybreak when night gives way to the day."

Another fey, the Moon Elf known as Zara Auvreaplith'vain, was quiet of nature, of feelings, before adding her words with unusual care speaks her vows of observance. "I will bear witness to your words, JenWa of Shadowdale."

The halfling, a child of shadow, of the art, of misadventure, also stood by in witness to this very blessed event. Nervous, a little hesitant at such a holy rite. She finally found resolve and spoke in the voice of the fey, with inspired clarity. " [Elven] I sh-shall bear Witness.... To Mother of the Art, My Mistress. JenWa, my dear love...."

The Vow to the Mother of Magic

"Here I stand at this shrine, ready to make this pledge. Hear me well, Mystra, Lady of Mystery."

Another inhale. Another fervent prayer called out to the heavens...the dagger, held in her right hand over her left palm, ready to move, to cut, to bleed as blue flames dances at the edge of her small slender fingers...

"As magic flows through my veins, As the Earth is my shield, As Fire is my weapon, And as Death is my gift, All so that others may live, I will shed blood, sweat and tears"

With those words spoken, the blade slices open the skin on her palm, the soft pulse of blood dripping into the grass below. The fire dancing around her fingers, conspicuously avoiding the blood flow....

"I will fight the darkness, I will protect the weak, the innocent, I will preserve and restore the Weave, As best as I can, all along my path. May the Seven Stars guide my steps. Thus begins my next journey."

The observers bow their heads in reverence as the shrine flares into a crimson of cascading colors, warm and comforting all around them in the glade...

"So may it be..."

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Flaws and Fears (25Jan06 11:40 AM Local)

Darkness and shadow. The clash of steel on steel. Grunts, guttural and feral. Steamy breaths, fowl, sweaty and primal. The smell of copper, blood on the walls and in the dirt and sh*t. Foot prints everywhere, broken arrow and bolt shafts. The twang of a bolt, the swoosh of a arrow. The soft bursting of flesh, as an projectile slid into the unresisting flesh of a eye...

The warrior Valens*, his right sleeveless arm bulging as his swing cleaved into the side rib cage of his latest opponent, blood blossoming out the bugbear's mouth, thankfully away from the warrior. Bodies piled around them. The others, fools, cowards, would-be heroes and drunkards, had already heeding his barking commands to depart the Myrwood Warrens.

"Retreat!", he said. "Flee to the surface, we lost this fight, Gods be damned!". They did leave in quick order, fear being a base instinct after all. They left the body of a fallen 'friend', clearly beyond recovery now. They left the warrior to fight his retreat slowly, carefully. whittle them down. Sunder their resolve and perhaps he might live this day yet....

THAWNG! the bolt sunk into the eye of one of the larger bugbears, his right eye pressed out and the other a gory mess. "Where did tha.... ah frakking Chauntea's teats, Mel-lia!"

The little halfling fool, fired again, another bugbear fell. How many did I manage to kill that day having failed to save Cursarus's friend? To save Valens, instead, in the end? THAWNG! Another falls, another chance to lick Bebesha's anus yet. Must crank faster, damn it!

They did great that day, the two adventurers managed to kill dozens of bugbears and goblins minions that dark day in the Warrens of the Myrwood. Bards in far south Vesper River Landing and Procampur would sing of the great effort pulled off. Not in Dragon dale, of course. The townsfolk tolerated adventurers, but rare shed tears when others dragged the corpses of would be 'heroes' to Dragon Dale cemetery. Perhaps that's why the crypt there is so alive in death. It's the same as feeding a bold seagull too much...

Another bugbear dropped, his head briefly following his body before the impact of a second too late bolt stopped it's momentum. We entered a cudisac that had three ways in. We controlled one way. The Bugbear defenders two. The stairwell to next level and soon freedom of the open air was near...

Then it appeared. Wearing the skins of an Myrwood Dire wolf, perhaps the skins of Myrwood Wood Elves as well, marched from around the back corner that lead from the deepest part of the warrens. He chanted those dark arcane words (Words and gestures for a spell I shall never dare to learn, so great is my fear of it's power and potential) pointed his clawed hand at us and then a bright light, a sicken clap of ozone, deafening noise (Thunder!)and then the little hin knew nothing but darkness....

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When the thunder clap struck nearby, even sheltered in a cave, the hin awoken. The frightened halfling was screaming in horror pitched fear. It took several minutes before the sorceress JenWa could calm her friend to peace and calm once more...

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The others held a terse perimeter around the cave entrance in the Glades of the Myrwood. Not everyone stayed of course. The truly mercenary folk left as soon as they could, realizing that this trip was simply going to be paid in blood and not coin or loot as they has hoped. Loyalty and friendship didn't feed their stomachs of fill their coin purses, in their eyes. The few that stayed, tense from excitement, a few still deathly afraid, looked in shock as the warrior Valens carried a small burden over his shoulder.

An elf, a close friend of Valens moved to him, almost crying that one more had to die for foolish nobility. But he shook his bloody and blond haired head. "No time to morn. To the priests we go. This one I will pay myself. She did more than anyone could ever ask for." The elf looked at his face critically a moment, then nodded herself and led the rescuers home finally. They had a hin to steal from death's clutches once more…

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JenWa stroked the soft pink tresses of Millia's hair as she slept finally. The storm that brought fear into the little hin's heart had passed, leaving the gentle lull of dawn instead. She sighed softly, feeling much empathy for her friend. The story of Valens and Cusarus was interesting, even with Millia's less than stellar 'Planations'. Flawed personalities in such a violent and inhospitable place. Her fingers stroked and caressed a little more before she too crawled back on her roll up bed, seeking a few hours of respite from her own worries and fears…

*Ish07's PC. Originally occurred on 'The Vast Persistant World' server some time in April, 2004. JenWa was told the story of Millia's fear of electricity recently and this the reason for today's story...

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The below is the initial entries to the MILLIA's Book of the DEAD, A to eL! , currently on it's 7th printing. any corrections are requested by PM only please but if you wanna post under here, go ahead. **Updated, to 23Mar06 with use of screenies...

Aaliya Swift, Female Elf-Kin (A seeming kind hearted elf-kin, her inner rage was exposed when she attempted to lure and murder a drunkard fool. the act, prevented by Millia and the hin Soppi, frightened and confused Millia to no end. She looks upon Aal with some sense of friendship but true trust will be a long time in the making.)(WD,DF,TLR)

Adellie Leonsen, Female Wizard (Cumely, her hair normally tied back and with clothing that covers most of her body. Quiet and calm) (NC2)

Aereth'an Eriana, Female Elf (This skipping and joyful fey befriended the hin Millia one day in the Daggerford Inn. They agreed to look for a farm the hin was searching for and instead found of Daggerford's most wanted. chatty and apparently illiterate to the common language, this elf reminds Millia of another certain high strung and 'difficult to pronounce named' elf....(DF,WD,SD)

Aerilaya Danode'dwa, Female Wild Elf (this fierce warrior fey was cut down just entering her prime in the under-caves of Triboar. Her name was unknown but she greatly reminded Millia of Isendyl and Rara, both for her tenacity and blunt conversation)(Dead)(TLR)

Adalina Vishrakov, Female Human (alluring, sexual and purring, this woman possess near gypsy blood in her veins. She speaks with romanian like accent... and one of many victums of the Cormanthor Drow as well, sadly.)(SD)

Aezrellen Ma'for (status: MIA) (WD)

Aithan Nesbitt, Human (Slight of Build, brown locks to his shoulders, his face round, lacking the lines to show maturity. Millia knows little else of this man, she met at the Daggerford Inn on eve...)(DF)s

Alaelsar Dethlansil, NPC Moon Elf (kindly and a resident and leader in the village of Emerald Springs. Known as 'Elf-duck' to Millia, a coy manipulation of a story JenWa told her once concerning the use of 'Duckling' in some familiar and kind nick names...)(SD)

Alerien Indomeral, Female Sun Elf (Tall, powerfully built, nobel. some words to describe this sun elf. hair of bronze, as are her eyes. This typically beautiful fey is also a insufferable being, all but insulting Millia's use of the elvish language. She came to the dale as messenger and her haughty conduct very much reminds her of another Sun Elf, equally as a Ass as she...)(SD)

Alfirin Au'chrosique, Moon Elf (His green eyes, fair expression and auburn hair tied back shows off his very handsome face, typical of fey. Mischievious, this one is...)(SD)

Allendroth Macgaelleon, Human of Torm? (this huge bruting man, from south of Amn [Calimshan, possibly] bluges with muslces and red hair, is also impullsive and prone to violence, certainly not limited to cold acts of evil, in millia's opinion. she gives this man much watching and caution towards this so called 'Tormite')(SD, TLR)

Allen Windthron, Human of Shaundakul (Born and bred a Dalesman, this man is no slouch to manual labor, yet still moves with lithe grace. Clearly he is a warrior in his manner.)(SD)

Anna Asharra, Human (Millia knows very little of this woman)(WD)

Amandel Evra, Green Elf (This seemingly 'civilized' wild elf, a cunning forest warrior, shows a scary side to him when he expressed utter delight upon the dead drow they killed in battle. Civil, is not the word... militant or fanatic is, and thus the hin respects him, she is more than a little wary of him, for he shares many traits a similarly minded wild elf Millia knows... Sadly he finally befell to his seeming insanity, causing trouble with the Sparrow Goblin Clan in his Investigations') (SD)(DEAD)

Amellorfinn Dy'Nessfar, Elf (status: MIA) (SD)

Amethyst Skie, Female Moon Elf (Millia knew little of this elf female, Likely just a traveller passing through...) (SD)

Amras Lisseul, Human? (Millia knows nothing of note of this enigment being)(DF)

Amyier Woodwalker Female Hin Rgr/Rge (Millia met this woman in Belegost some time ago and Occasionally runs into her. A fierce and determined tracker and adventurer and well versed in 'Eye for eye' forms of retribution. Recently she killed the disliked Kendrick, stopping a bizarre reign of terror in the Sword Coast, and ending a streak of robberies and murders. Shockingly, in recent times it seems Amy may have performed more 'professional services' with the killing of a infamous Sun Elf. Or so the perception is of her (the truth is typically hopeless muddled in translation) as a assassin. But, regaurdless she is well, traveling the realms for reasons only she knows... )(BG,WD,NC2,TPI,SG,SD,TLR)

Amywen Henen, Female Moon Elf (Small, attractive but quick of wit and jibe, Millia met this elfin maid during her trip to Dagger Falls. she has sea-green colored eyes and raven colored hair, often loosely tied in a pony tale...)(DD,SD)

Apollo Storm, Human (Of slender build, with blonish~Brown hair and blue eyes. Millia met this man outside the city of Arabel. She knows little of him at this time...)(NC2)

Arana Belecthor, Human Female (This medium sized woman, with dark brown hair and Azure blue eyes, though her physical movements belie quiet precision, still manages to figet with her fingers, in veiled nervous habit.)(SD)

Aravilar Moondown, Moon Elf (Large by elven standards, his most odd trait is his watery blue eyes, seeminly lacking focus)(SD)

Aramil Turen, Human (little is know of this man)(SD)

Argali Bramblefoot Female Hin Druid (This hin, a devoit of some druidic faith is typically bold of her race)(SD)

Arien Ironstar, Female Sun Elf Druid of Silvanus (This beautiful and respected high Druid, bares a scar under her bosom and flanks, the mark of a dragon. Wielding a huge maul, the hin millia looks up upon with great admiration and, perhaps, just a little hint of fear...(SD,DD)

Arithel 'Tel' Cys'Varillo, Female Human Ftr/Brd (This spirited and well loved woman {by Millia at least} single handedly save the hin Millia from a fowl fate somewhere under the sewers of Waterdeep, after a failed rescue attempt of a child. To this end, the pink haired hin greatly respects the warrior skald... Sadly this woman fell to drow intrigue in the dark and repressive Skullport... or so she thought. Her body was recovered by others, the details quietly reduced to secrets most soft, a situation that confused the hin but delighted her as well, as she huggles a friend thought lost to her...)(WD,BG)

Arlegis, Human of Lathander (Tall and lean, his hair extremely well cared for. His mannerisms are well thought out)(SD)

Ashale'n Dervise, Female Human Brd (A Singer and adventurer, she is still being evaluated by the hin Millia. she is also owed one story from the pink one as well! Recently she and her child! was rescued from the vile clutches of a Vampire! Blad Blad! Suck suck!)(WD,BG,DF,NW)

Ashano, Elf-kin (His eyes are sharp and attentive, missing very little)(SD)

Ashe, Human (Little is known of this man of yet)(SD)

Aszûne Whisperwind, Female Elf (Millia meet this elf during her return trip from Narskall. she knows little of her currently, though she is aware of her residence in Belegost and met her human lover, as well as Tel as a live-in guest. She is as every bit as beautiful as most elves are, sharp browns and chizeled features. She is very dedicated to her faith...)(BG,WD)

Atlow 'Snickles' Thripplefoot, Hin (This Obnoxious hin is a mischief mate of the hin Boril. sadly, unknown to her, Sniggles met a cruel fate indeed)(WD)(Dead)

Aurenthil "Arim" Beithir, Moon Elf (Militant, loud of presence and commanding. This fey is used to being the leader in any adventure, in any task. Possessing the typical grace of the fey and charisma to boot, this elf also was known to others as Arim, one time leader of the Wayfairers of The Long Road. Millia still views him with suspicion as it's alledged his part of the down fall of the Wayfairers was significant indeed...)(TLR)

Avateon, Elf-kin (status: MIA) (SD)

Bakuras Feryn, orc-kin Druid of Silvanus (this huge hulking beast, shockingly is a servant of the Oakfather. he is perhaps now a student of Arien, who showed much tollerance when she met him and learned his path...)(DD)

Barichan Morhir, Human (SD)

Bear Immontan, Human Bbn (This mountain of muscle currently works for the Daggerford Militia, or at least, that's the last time Millia saw of him)(WD,DF)

Beleg Thalionestel, Moon Elf (Typically Handsome, with dark blueish hair and green eyes, this elf was a compatriote of the threesome elves involved in the death of Charles Miller, the demon possessed son of Merrisa Miller. Of the three seen, he was the most... 'approuchable') (TLR,WD)

Bhael Ezri, Human (tall, filled with swagger and arrogance, his white hair contrasts his hard blue eyes, as well as contrast his charming smile)(SD)

Billy, NPC Construct (NC2)

Blayse Asen, Female Human Src (This blind and attractive soul-mage, befriended by the hin Millia, traveled the realms unable to see. with travel stick in hand and her fey, Mara, between her bosom, she wandered the world. She was last seen heading to Baldur's Gate and, unknown to the little hin, was slain within that region)(WD,DF,BG,TLR)(Dead)

Blue fripplefoot, hin (Another associate of Boril. seems to have a obsession with the color blue)(status: MIA) (WD)

Boddy Feston, Human (Millia met this very youthful drunk at the Safe Haven Inn in Waterdeep. she taught him how to write his name in the elvish script...rumor states he was killed by bandits traveling back home to Daggerford...)(WD)(DEAD)

(Boril) "Muggles" (Brum), Hin Rge (This annoying to no end hin, befriended Miss Millia during her first days of travel and exploration in the city of Waterdeep. A drunkard and lech, he has proven his sweet heart numerous times. He' currently a skull-faced undeadie with a drinking problem.... gods...or was. he was seeming cured when Millia last saw of him, though he was still a insolent ass...)(WD,BG,DF,NW,NC,AC,SD,UM)

Brennus, Human Wizard (in his late 20's, this ambitious man tends to discuss things of lore often, with a charming smile)(SD)

Brix, Svirfneblin (Sturdy build and hairless, this kind and jovial Deep gnome, Millia met on the surface in Cormyr. She helped him with directions but eventually simply got themselves lost...)(NC2)

(Seth) Bron Aana, Human A repressentative of merchant guild based in The Silvery Marchs, he tried to recruit Millia. Time passed and Millia lost contact with him... or maybe. Millia doesn't remember or is likely mistakening him for someone else?) (status: MIA) (WD)

Bron Mellor, Human (this power druid causes Millia, who does like him, to be nervous around him none, the less, as he uses electricity in his attacks often...)(NC,NC2,SD)

Brother Martin, Moon Elf (clearly maintaining a air of distrust around non-elves. Only shows kindness toward elf-kin.)(SD)

Cade Thorngage, Hin (Adventuresome and trouble minded, this loyal hin is a inactive member of the Whitestars, but still serves occationally with distinction. Clearly a experianced scout as well)(SD)

caldon winchit, Human (Millia knew little of this man, briefly meeting him in Waterdeep, scant days after a bad orc raid on the west side of Daggerford sent Millia looking for help. Last seen as a Militiaman)(WD,DF)

Calen Lycanon, Elf-kin Druid (Millia has adventured this druid on occation, to better and worse the wilds... he is short compared to other humans with silver hair...)(SD)

Calian Brownnell, Human NPC (SD)

Calor Peivra, Elf (This warrior Mage is a former ranking member of the Whitestars of Shadowdale and currently involved in the fight against the Shades in the Silver Marchs...(SD)

Cassiel Dar'sember, Female Human Ftr/Wiz (odd speaking woman, odd as being sort of comparable to Millia's babble-common, only better...a very loving woman with olive skin and close cropped hair.)(SD)

Castano, Human (This man's one interaction with Millia was when she was lost in the wild's after returning home to Baldur's Gate, a disasterous idea hinsight. Renown as a librarian first, He gave the hin a sword to use but her mannerisms grated upon the man and he avoided her, mostly, like the plagues.)(BG)

Celessia Cere'thess, NPC Female Moon Elf (soft eyes and a gentle smile with silver flowing hair from her hood mark this Moon elf, seen in Hargelth's Glenn)(DD2)s

Ceshar Des'tai, Moon Elf (SD)

Charelise Mennlon, Female Mage NPC (This woman works at the Mage's Guild in Ashabenford. Raven fire hair and green eyes, that glimmer when she manifests a smile...(SD)

Charh Amaphra (SD)

Clips VonScaran, Human (WD)

Costigan (This badly mauled form was identified as 'Costigan' by locals, though his race was in question, so bad was the destruction route upon his body. Even his sex is question, as his chest was removed and his pelvis voilently expanded open. His body was found in the ruins of Castle Krag, clearly the victum on his own stupity for being in the castle in the first place.)(SD)

Crexis Perplexis, Gnome (This weaver of words and word play is, or was, a delight to hear in the Skull Inn in Shadowdale. Easy of manner, he still had hint of worry in the back of his expression. His current where abouts are unknown but he is possibly in Northern Cormyr...)(SD,NC)

Crow, Moon Elf Rogue (If Muggles was a elf, and slightly less a letcher and more a fun lover of greed, likely Crow would 1/2 look like him. his eyes gleem and usual a 1/2 smile or smirk always graises his expression)(NC)

Dalon Arogard, Human Ftr (She remembers little of this man, though when ever he sees HER, he remembers her with dread and complaints to Tymora, in triplicate )(WD,NW)

Damien Thryster, Human ()(WD)

Danah Menders, Human (tall, intimidating, hauntingly beautiful. this 'different' woman, with albino white hair and impossing presence makes many folk uncomfortable to be around but they can never forget her presence, when from afar. even her laughter is hypnotic. it is uncertain if she is blessed... or a dangerous curse...)(SD)

Lord Daramir, Human (This proud and brooding warrior was befriended by the hin Millia when she first stumbled across in Belegost some time ago. wearing apparently cursed armor that reeks of rot and actively consumes water and perhaps other materials. He is lawful and a power guardian, but private because of the suit he wears. he doesn't huggle much, a situation the hin Millia would like to correct.)(BG,WD)

Darummglum, NPC Treant (This towering oaken fey being is a resident of the Dagger Springs grove in the Border Forest. Kind hearted and still a fierce foe should threat comes to his home...)(DD2)

Dara Tylnermana, Female Priestess of Mystra (This kind hearted and brave woman serves the church of Mystra, and is held in high regard in both Militant and horticulture circles in Shadowdale (SD)

Darius Terloz, Human (Heavy of step and well built. Goatee and pony tailed, this man is to be watched, since regardless of his demeanor, he is still a follower of the Deity Bane, though it is questionable if her follows old tenets.... or new. Eventually this question became mute when the servant to the Black Hand met his fitting fate... Of course Millia doesn't know That)(WD)(Dead)

Delaruleth, Elf (WD)

Deorwin Thiel'for, Moon Elf (SD)

Derfel Duchain, Human Cleric of Torm (A typical follower of 'The True' faith...)(SD)

Derrick "lionar Randal Nestrin, of the boldshield of the hullack" Veneshuel, Human (This average looking man, both in size and tallness, has brown hair to his shoulders, piercing blue eyes and physical age much older than he appears...)(NC)

Devon Felter, Human (Energenic and young)(NC)

Dezryn, Elf (WD) (rude comments but not bad per se)

Dimond Riverstone, Female Gnome (This oviously youthful gnome, always covered in dirt, was a recent arrival to the dalelands. other than scarring on her arms, she held no clues to her origins. shockingly, she held a hatred to her race, vocing anger when Millia spoke to her in gnome, telling to never use the 'cursed words' again. This mystery will never be solved as she died exploring the caves of Old skull, a victum and near meal to large and dangerous spiders of the caves...)(SD)(Dead)

Dolen Mori-ithil (scoundrel. Is Mischieft could be bought, then this elf would be poor, with nothing but mischieft to eat. a elf to always watched for, for good -or- bad...)(WD,TLR)

Dorgoff Thundergranite, NPC Dwarf (This dwarf, a patron of pub in Haldreth's Glenn, keeps to him self)(DD2)

Dram Till, Lightfoot hin (Millia knew little of this hin, save his exotic arms he carried.) (WD)

Dras Bearshoulders, Dwarf of Clangedinn Siverbeard (charged with energy. loud. grimy, from his palms to his armor. his eyes are kind however, certain a good factor for folks of good will, terror to those who are not...)(SD)

Drudoc Zedrick, Svirfneblin (DF)

Eereea Thisleheart, Female Lightfoot hin of Brandobaris (This overlly hyper active 'Hand of Misadventure', with green eyes and fiery red hair is a terror to be reconded with... assuming she doesn't talk your ear off first)(TLR)

Eimair, NPC Human Druid? (The mother of Deltra of the Shadowdale Grove. especially kind and active for such a stately woman)(SD)

Elandr Elsn Moon Elf (Not being a expressive elf, this quiet and reserve individual seems frail at times and others, seems of a bastion of strength, but always searching for his words in Common) (SD)

Elandra Feren, Female Elf Mage (Millia recalls little of this elf, other than her skin of white and pale, like the cherry blossoms and blood red lips... painfully beautiful, indeed)

Eldamar Val'inor, Moon Elf Mage (Tends to be a daze alot, as he figures out the great mysteries of the realms. a Kind moon elf)(SD)

Eldemar Sionhaehr, Moon Elf (short and slight, typical of elves, his silver hair, clipped with iron castings help him stand out still...)(SD)

Eledhwen, Female (Drow) Brd? (TLR)

Elias Fenigan, Fighter (A hansom, if well scarred male professional combatant with a determined manner)(NC2)

Elise Sparrowsong, Female NPC (Firey red hair, brown eyes and graceful sway of her hips mark this woman as soft as velvet, with a voice to match)(SD)

Elithrar Cenodalil, Moon Elf (cocks-sure, bright, and swift, are some words that come to mind about this moon elf.) (TPI)

Elithrar Amakiir, Moon Elf of Mielikki (inquizitive as a explorer of the wilds and thus blessed to still live the tale, this moon Elf is devoted to The Forest Queen and is a ardent foe of Drow and other preditors of the Cormanthor)(DD)

Elrien Weiss, Elf-kin Drd (wavy golden hair, beautiful skin and green eyes mark this druid, blessed in her defence of things, nature. Shy and very polite at first, she quickly warms to you. she carries a air of innocence about her...)(NC,AC,SD,DD)

Elyas Blake, Human Wizard (This odd man, with Blue and Golden Brown Eyes, wears burns on his left cheek, but other average build. It a good friend of Kind Hignar and Hadrian...)(SG,NC2)

Ember Marston, NPC Hin Scribe (Millia and Willimac used his skills with a backly written map once, to great success to his abilities)(NC2)

Emela Lenxien, Female Wood Elf (NC)

Eowadrien Stennocen, female Wild Elf (SD)

Ered Lasgallen, Human (SD)

Errin, Female NPC Child (This child, when Millia met her in Selgaunt, thought seemed to act like a precotious 6 year old, was clearly more than that. It was hinted she was a seer of sorts. Her gestures are those of a mature woman...)(SG)

Erynn, NPC Female Moon Elf (Platinum eyes coupled with a calm, plain expression with graceful movements typical of fey elves denought this elfish maiden)(DD)

Esmerel Syris, Human (tall, curvatious, presence. words that do little to name the traits that this beautiful woman possess, as she swaggers her feminity down the road. clearly a woman to watch [and indeed, many do])(SD)

Esschen, Human (black hair and flawless skin mark this otherwise seemingly unremarkable man. his normalcy aids him as he blends well into his enviroment. his speach is soft and calm)(SD)

Etheria 'Brynn' Ash'mordin, Female Ranger (This kind hearted and adventuresome woman, a friend to the fellow adventurer, 'Gabby'. Millia knew her from the month long trek across the realm from Waterdeep to Shadowdale, the very first time she visited what eventually became her new home. Millia doesn't know what became of her, and even lost track of her very existiance, pleasantly reminded otherwise by the hin Loxaceles Minxmar... ) WD,BG,NC,SD(Dead?)

Ethuil Thalionestel, Male Moon Elf (Silver hair and Vivid Green eyes mark this dashing elf)(SD)

Euridice, Human (Highly attractive, but hints of a haughtly demeanor. Her mannerisms show of a more privilaged upbringing. With Black hair smelling of Jasmine, this memorable woman still is a reasonably kind soul)(DF)

Evendur Evenwood, human 'Elf' (This warrior, the leader of the Whitestars of Shadow Dale, and the lover of Rose Elyder, is simply known to Millia as 'ELF-dur', for reasons only the hin knows. With her acceptance as a Whitestar initiate, Evendur is also her Boss now (SD)

fabian Nihil, Human (scarred, with a eye patch but clearly a laborer)(WD)

Faenor Bital, Female Dwarf Priestess of Berronar (Kind hearted, brave, robust. Millia has know of this woman since her first meeting in Shadowdale, when she actively served in the Glenn Guard.)(SD,NC2)

Faria deCleur, NPC Wizard (Information Classified as considered Meta currently) (NC2)

Ferathar, Moon Elf (average height for a moon elf, typical hair and eyes with a athletic build. Millia met this elf one day at the herbalist's with Arien...)(SD)

Ferrin Stout, Lightfoot Hin (This hin Millia met as a worker at a local bup in dark Selgaunt) (SG)

Flannery Flamefingers, NPC Lightfoot Wizard (This resident of a Hin village north the x is a Powerful, and violent, scemeing Wizard of some power, not to be triffeled with) (TLR)

Frarry Feldowbar, hin (the one thing different in millia's actions to this hin is this: Millia will think about smiting Frarry into line for being a Pervert, where as smiting Boril is automatic . Sadly frarry met his end and Millia still grieves, quietly) (Dead)(WD,DF,NW)

Frith Jorinson, Human (Tall, with broad shoulders and well muscled. His hands are large and scarred)(SD)

FyrVara Amalith Stayanoga, Female Human (This woman, with eyes green and blue, speaks with a accent of Rashmen, much to Millia's amusement and is the lover of Gael Sparrowchild. With silvery hair and a beautiful grace about her, she is a fierce warrior maiden with a heart of gold... (WD,NW)

Gabrielle 'Gabby' Keylas, Female (This kind hearted and adventuresome woman, a friend to the fellow adventurer, 'Brynn', is or was, a old friend of Loxaceles Minxmar. Her passing bequefed the blade 'White Frost', a magnificent weapon, from a equally magnificent woman. Millia knew her from the month long trek across the realm from Waterdeep to Shadowdale, the very first time she visited what eventually became her new home. Millia doesn't know what became of her, and even lost track of her very existiance, pleasantly reminded otherwise...)WD,BG,NC,SD(Dead)

Gaeden von Tharin, Human (Stoic, quiet, his eyes like mirrors, only rarely showing emotion)(WD)

Gael Sparrowchild, human (Kind man and betrothed to the lady FyrVara Amalith. She does not how he died exactly...) (Dead)(NW, TLR)

Galath, NPC Undead Ghost (In life, he was a scourge of the Cormanthor, pillaging from his forest east of Missledale, before Sembians defeated and sacked his personal fiefdom. Now cursed to remain with the walls of his home, he lords over all threats and 'guests' indescriminately. He holds special indeminiaty to all Whitestars, who have been a thorn in his side often enough...)

Gelcur, Hin (one of many hin-folk Millia has met in her travels)(WD)

Gemli Davek, Dwarf (A recent arrival to beleagared Shadowdale, Millia knows littles of him as yet. He seemed polite enough, however)(SD)

Gilim Graybreaker, Dwarf (gruff and brave, typical of dwarfs that hail from the Glen, this bundle of musle is much beloved and teased)(SD)

Lady Gina Undry, Female Paladin (Calm, polite, beautiful. This kind woman of the militant faith [an aspect not presented so boldly like other Paladins] takes great effort to maintain her vanity, her pale skin and snow white hair always primp and proper, though she does have a few scars of note, should you be lucky upon to see them in her natural glory. An ethical woman, strong in physical presence, hidden in her lithe physique)(NC2)

Glamerie Windbough, NPC Female (SD)

Gloth, Male Familiar Panther (Evendur Evenwood's familiar, a youthful black panther)(SD)

Gniksor, Dwarf (This ill kept dwarf, nasty in some corners, a simple tree hugger in dire need of bathing to others, looks about the world with (rightful, from his POV) distrust...)(SD)

Glorfindel Inglorion, moon Elf,(A well loved elf of the dalelands, this adventurer met his fate on the shores of the sword coast. his funeral was a revel of tears, cheers and respect. His tree, lies of the south patrol marker and is said to have a lady of his own now, to protect it. He is much missed by many...(Dead)(WD, SD)

Gorstag Fowler, Human (This older man with grey hair and a perpetual expression of bordom)(SD)

Granite Stonejaw, Dwarf (SD)

Gumphy Blackforge, Gnome (Millia followed this gnome on a lead on Slavers operating on The High Road to Daggerford, eventually saving him and his companions from those very same Slavers...)(WD,DF)

GusFeldspar, Dwarf (NPC-TLR)

Hadrin Bane, Human Cleric of Berronar Truesilver (This tall priest is a former commander of the Whitestars, and currently involved in the fight against the shades in the Silvery March region...(SD)

Hamar 'Marcus' Marrian, Human (Brave and seeming loyal, this former Mask worshiper serves in the Wayfairer's, a Do-Gooder organization stationed mid way along the Long Road to Triboar from Waterdeep. Some say he is dead, others not. one thing is certain, 'Good' he was not most certainly not)(Dead?)(TLR)

HDM Chamu, Orc-kin DM (Welcome to Cormyr, the house of PAIN!)(NC2)

Ichelile Starlorne, Female Human (An attractive woman with a drawing presences about her...)(SD)

Ickan Styles, Moon Elf (This obviously immature elf is kin to Quinn Styles, who shares his love of ale and womanizing with sadly equal fervor, which got them turned into meals amoung the local Orc Populations...)(SD)(Dead)

Ikura Joy, Human Female (slender, penetrating blue-black eyes and waif like a just under 5 feet of height. with a impish nose, bright and rosey lips on pale skin, this woman looks very very dainty indeed as she looks awe acking gorgouse)(SD)

Ilena Darkstar, Female Human (shy seeming, this woman turns away from any glances to her, hoping for annominity with her far-away expression. Very attractive but this sence of secrecy about her detracts her looks. She is very willing to fight, should you be foolish to provoke her. It is unknown is she shares blood with one Kaya Darkwood...)(SD)

Illyana Illystre De (The hin Millia remembers very little of this woman but she held a special place in the heart of the mage JenWa, who took her body to rest back in Waterdeep. Evendur recently also visited the sight of her passing, deep in the bowls of Skullport...)(Dead)(SD)

Inthara "Butterfly" Despana, Female Drow (Millia met this woman but once, graceful and haunting beautiful for a elf, never knowing she was Drow... She died somehow in the underdark)(Dead)(TLR)

Isabell Ravenhair, Human Female NPC (this druid lives and works at the Golden Abbey in Mistledale)(SD)

Iseniel Amakiir, Female Moon Elf Wizard (This wizard, a friend and coworker of FyrVara Stayanoga, possesses a calm and steely exterior)(TLR,WD)

Jain'n, Sun Elf of Corellon (This elf, arrogant and haughty to some, a hero to others, non the less dead, killed in retribution by one Amy Woodwalker, for crimes that the vile sun elf commited. percieved as.... a very not nice elf, his death is unmissed, and praised in some corners...)(Dead)(TLR)

B There's a word i won't use that apply decribes what this elf was or how important he was, which goes far to decribe just how indepth (or respectful) his RP most have been to earn this word...

Jain Zar, Female Moon Elf (A very youthful 'Adventuror')(DF)

Janell Undt, Female Human Bard (This aspiring bardess was give millia's lute as a gift on her start as a musician)(SD)

Jarson Highwall Human (SD)

Jasper, Human NPC (this kind hearted but completely lecherous man lives in Northern Cormyr, near Arabel. with hair pulled back and brown eyes and a care free deminor, it hard to not like him... but he's still a smitten slut for Millia...)(NC,NC2)

Jather, Lightfoot hin (This youthful hin from Lurien, is a quiet but typically mischievous hin) (TLR)

Javian Cotspeed, human (Fit and Athletic, typical of humans in their prime. Speaks Elvish.)(SD)

JenWa, Female Sorceress of Mystra (lithe of frame, tanned skin and of a complextion more akin to the lands of Kara~Tur, this brave and imaginative young women has seen many grim battles and bloody blessed births in her time as a adult. Quick of wit and scathing sharp, she recently proclaimed her faith in the Mother of all Magic to friends. JenWa is a constimate friend and beloved to many, many good folk of the Dalelands...)(SD,NC2,BG,WD)

Jhalor Fireblade, Human Paladin of Tyr (Typical humble squire of Tyr)(SD)

Jerick Foddle, Human (Millia met this man the very first day she arrived to Shadowdale, sitting under a tree, curious to what he was reading. He was igdigdant, which did nothing to deter her curiosity or reign in her next question: "Why not, Baldy"? . Sadly, it was learned that he was slain somewhere in the Sword Coast... (Dead)(SD)

Jin Roinjan, Elf (SD)

John Shieldjach, Human (Youthful but calloused hands is all that she recalls of this man)(TPI)(SD)

Jolly Smith, Human (This fat and disgusting man, hides some strength under his 5'10" [and just as wide] girth...)(SG)

Jubei, Elf (Millia does not know how to make of this elf 'foreigner', that she met one night at the Safehaven Inn. He's rude, calling her maggot, but he seems to call all beings who annoy him Maggots. He's ethical seeming, and very very Militant. Ginnia would like him, but likely would pester him all the same *giggles* (WD, UM, BG, NC, SG, SD)

Judical, Female Src (This sorcer is a militiaman in Daggerford Township's standing Militia. kind hearted and polite)(DF, BG)

Kalak Anvil-Breaker, Dwarf (Large girth with steely eyes)(SG)

Kalev (D'Kalas), Human Pal of Tyr (honorable and a good friend to Ginnia, his status towards Millia is in question due to her prior actions; was robbed by Ruben in Ruben's famous fracas with himself, Kalev and Mala... sadly has not been seen in the region for a long time and is suspected having moved on in life... currently located in the city of Waterdeep, where the hin Millia gives him grief, giggles and other silly Questions.)(WD,DF,TLR,NW)

Kalin Vinnor, human female (This average looking woman, with sparkling icy blue eyes, is a fellow Whitestar)(SD)

Kali Onifhet, Human (scarred and grim faced, this man obviously lives a violent lifestyle)(TLR,WD)

Kall Temple Human (TLR)

Katrina Sendt, Female (Golden hair and Emerald colored eyes mark this soft spoken woman as the high mark of Cormyrian Rearing. Though Millia is unwares, this woman met a grim end to bandits under the streets of Arabel...) (NC2)(DEAD)

Kaven Thorlold, NPC (This man claims to live in the region south of Daggerford...)(DF)

Kaya Darkwood, Female Human (with above average looks and red hair and emerald green eyes, the only thing flawing this lily of beauty is a jagged edged scar, diagonally on her left cheek, from forhead to jaw)(SD)

Kaylyn S'ren, Female Human NPC? (Millia remembers little of this woman, save her steely eyes...)(WD)

Professor Kebble Copperpot, Gnome (An odd Gnome, Millia met one day returning to the beleagured Dale...)(SD)s

Kerin "Joe" Kinar, Human (This 'Puny Male Good Sneak Healer Type' is one of the best trackers in the north of Waterdeep region and a good friend of Soppi and to a lesser extent, Millia. Regardless, he is NOT a ethical individual... Depending on who you ask, his passing in the Daggerford region, trying to pop one trap too many could be a mixed blessing...)(Dead)(WD,TLR)

Keven Coronach, Human Acolyte of Jergal (This welp of youth, still perhaps two seasons short of true adult hood, is a studious and painfully polite servant to The 'Scribe of the doomed', does just that, with well darked from spilled ink palms, scribing names given or not. He recently travelled with friends to earn his weapon of faith, the Sythe, from the Chaunteans of the Abbey of Gold in Missledale. A child with potential for greatness for his deity indeed.)(SD)

Kiro Astrial, Human Priest of Ilmatier (WD)

Squire (Knight) Kit Gyrofalcon, Human Pal of the Red Knight (Order of the Red Falcon)(She met this man during a goblin raid on the Wayfairer Fort. He held good accounting of himself and bears watching as a rising star in his order. Sadly, he fell in the warfare of Loudwater.)(TLR)

Konjaro, Human (of Kozakuran descent, this militant, in speach, conduct and manner, had frequently, regardless of intent run awry of the rules and regulations of the conduct of Daggerford Militia soldiers. Millia is uncertain if he was executed or commited Sepiku, however)(DEAD)(DF)

Ky'Talas, Female Green Elf (dark brown skin, red hair and brooding expression mark this youthful and angry wild elf...)(DD)

La'fennaly Cystana, Female Sun Elf (WD)

Lagnar Ironestone, Dwarf (reaked of ale and lack of bathing)(WD?)

Lak'Shmi, Female Drow Vampire (The hin Millia never met the woman know as Lak'Shmi, in her travels in the drow's life and unlife. all that she does know that patrons of the Old Skull Inn, still whisper her name in hushed tones and gripping fear... (SD)(Dead)

Lainey, Female Bardise (Dark Blue eyes [hinting of emerald], red-red-red hair and pale skin, coupled with a sensuous frame mark this woman as gorgeous. She is simply known to Millia as 'The Fingers Woman', for her skills as a massuse rival any trained Sharess Priest in turning one into a puddle of pleasured and pampered skin mass...)(NC2)

Larry Loworth, human (SD)

Lennox Wolfsbane, human (Huge, distrubing, unnerving. but a few words to use to try to describ this imposing and frightening man, Millia met on her travels)(TLR)

Leonel Silvaris, Moon Elf (Little is know of this elf's past, though cleary he is one immature and naieve, far to eager to shed the blood of his 'enemies')(SD)

Lereth Sarano, Human Monk of Ilmater (calm, tranquil, serene. chicken, coward, fraddi-cat. fearful of fey, especially one named 'Lua'. This monk is a especially delightful friend of Millia, being that it's so easy to spin him up. A unendly loyal man.)(SD,BG,WD)

Letha Ced Belt, Female Elf-kin Mage? (WD)

Lilliana Riddmar, Human Female (Auburn Red hair and blue eyes of silver hint)(SD)

Lippinie Schap, Gnome Brd (This delightful gnome, who rhyme a wit with skill bar none, is good friend of the hin Millia. Sadly he departed Shadowdale and it has been less quiet without his presence)(SD)

Loengrin of Overmeade, human (icy blue eyes, a pefect physical build and a pale hanging... sensation around this man, is all that she remembers of this encounter...)(TPI)

Loergerin, NPC Hill Giant Wizard? Priest? of Mystra (this huge and solitary giant resides in the north hills of Shadowdale, practicing his trades and rites, in typical giant fashion. it is unknown if the giant can be trusted, typical attitudes being child like but often evil but this one seems... good enough...)(SD)

Logos Baphomet, Human (adverage height, brown hair and bearded)(SD)

Lorini Maca, Human Ftr (little is know of this woman other than her standing threat to the Paladin Kalev (Dead)(WD, TLR)


Lotana Greysoul, Human Female (youthful, with elfin shaped ears. dark skinned, she smiles with grace and her eyes reflect a coy sense of mischief)(WD)

ADM Loulabelle, Female DM, with a nice bumm (Time to Die! Die! with increased Charisma for your pleasure!)(SD,DD,NC,NC2)

Lucius Reugerio, Human (middle aged with ruined hands missing fingers, yet retains his piercing blue eyes)(SD)

Lua, Fey fairy NPC (This little rage of mischief and hair styling is a local resident of Emerald Springs, occasionally reaching Shadowdale to visit. She loves pie and other sweets, acts terminally insane at times in total mirth and is much beloved by many...(SD)

Lupaa "White Fang", Green Elf of Fenmarel) (This elf, dark skinned and typical of grace of the fey, became one of many of the latest fatilities in the region, though how he parished is unknown...)(SD)(DEAD)

Lyon Kross, Human Ftr (Little is know of this man, from Millia's point of view, but he is considered a powerful adventurer in the region. Extremely tall and heavy build, he is badly maimed and scarred but still with a surprising soft vocal tone, his huge greatsword give note his millitant nature none the less, regardless the nappy dirty condition of his hair...)(SD,DD,NC)

[PensivesWetness]

*shrugs* this will serve as Millia's journal of events as she logs them

The below is the initial entries to the MILLIA's Book of the DEAD, Emm to Zeee! , currently on it's 7th printing. any corrections are requested by PM only please but if you wanna post under here, go ahead. **Updated, to 23Mar06 with use of screenies...

Macho, Human (quiet, evasive)(TPI)

Machus Tellanon, NPC Human Ranger ss(Gruff, broad shouldered and generally unkempt, he is the leader of the Dagger Springs Groove)(DD2)

Mada Arnemein, Female Uthgart Brb (Remembers little of this typically tough woman, sadly)(TLR)

Maeve Palierus, Moon Elf Wiz (Millia remembers little of this elf, other than his willingness to work with orcs and orc-kin to his own ends and means...Recently he was the instogator in killing the demon-child Charles Miller.)(TLR)

Maielchyr, Wood Elf Ranger (This rude and Superior seeming elf resides in the Dagger Springs region, defending the lands against many threats...)(DD)

Mariiana LaureLasse-Ma'fer, Female Wood Elf (The betrothed to Myeillis Te'fer, this kind hearted and fierce defender of the Cormanthor, is also a wonderful home maker, a skilled herbalist and often keeping her mate under leash *giggles*) (SD)

Mathel Krown, Human (youthful but steeled in his vision, looking at everything harshly and critically)(DF)

Max, human (Little is know of this man, thought likely that was intent on his part, thought he is an associate of Rose and Khondar's...)(TPI,SG)

Meara Laihiswen, Female Moon Elf Rgr (SD)

Mellisa, NPC Human Child (Rescued from the clutchs of a Velsharoon Clut and then Bandits, this prodigal child possesses a incredable nack for picking up languages and posses at least very vague latant magical ability of some sort. A delightful if utterly uncoordinated child. often as much stumbling as she walks about. She was seriously injured by one of Millia's traps and only the kind magical faith of King Hilgar saved her from a life of a peg leg...)(NC2)

Menril Swift, Human (Millia knew little of this man, certainly not that he passed away... (Dead)(WD)

Merri, Human of Silvanus (Slender and graceful, with a tatoo of her faith on her right bicep)(SD)

Merrisa Miller, Human brd (This kind hearted and skilled entertainer, while running for office in Red Larch befriended the hin Millia and helped her in a few adventures so far. the hin still treasures the lute she gave Millia to work with in her own pursuit of the 'bardic way'...With the current strife with Wayfarers, the bard dissolved all allegiances to that seeming corrupt organization. Like all good tales however, occasionally they end badly, as the bard finally fell to vicious bats somewhere near The Pirate Isles...)(TLR,WD,BG,SD)(DEAD)

Merum Hildendrer, Lightfoot hin (Short, typically wiry build, his eyes dart about) (SD)

Mestin Durmark, NPC Female (Fierce, well bred and tanned skinned, this warrior with a wry expression, especially after the after glow of battle, saved the beleagured trio of JenWa, Nicha and Millia, when they stumbled upon, together a hobgoblin ambush on the Tether Trail. Gracious and a delight to know)(DD2)

Brother Michael, Human Mnk (Brown hair, steel Grey eyes and soft demeanor are the first traits the hin thinks of when she thinks of this man. Currently serving in the Daggerford Township Militia, he hopes to join the Mosque of Tyr after his tour of duty is complete.)(DF)

Mick, Human (Tall and heavy, this man looks about, rather nonchalantly. wears a pony tail and banks held back with a leather band)(SG)

Miesha, Female Hin of Brandobaris (child like, this excessively curious hin is swift and graceful in step)(SD)

Moon Elconflagrate, Human (Millia met this well postured man in Cormyr, just south of Arabel's gates. Strong build but with a trim frame, it's clear from the odd feeling you have that he ISN'T from around the region. Stern tone but friendly after you finally get to know him...)(NC2)

Moonshade, Human (This kind man, Millia met in her travels in Northern Cormyr)(NC2)

Murick Welm, Human (with eyes that seemingly reveal all about you, this stocky and stout man stands 6 feet tall and some, strong in stature, cautious in manner)(SD)

Myeillis Te'fer, Moon Elf (Defender. Scout. Warrior of Stealth. Faithful. Just a few kind and reverent words the hin can call this elf professionally. But in private, something she utterally enjoys tease him about [and often he retaliates with each joyful warfare verbatum] 'how whipped him is'. he is betrothed to Mariiana LaureLasse-Ma'fer.)(SD)

Mykhal Abbotsgard, Human Paladin of Torm (at 6 feet tall and easily 7 times more in weight than most hin, this bastion of ethics travels the realm pledging the faith of the True to any good battle or deed.)(DD2,SD)

Priest Myrkyr, NPC Priest of Lathander (This kind soul is second in command of the Latherite Church in Eveningstar)(NC2)

Nailo Strohm, Moon Elf-kin Bard (Clearly favoring his elven side with his lithe form and no more than stubble on his chin, this imaginative bard sings ditties in the back bars of the Daleslands region)(SD)

Namalen Ner'an, Moon Elf (Quiet, reserved. Millia knows little else of this elf, as yet...)(SD)

Nathan, Human (This man is tall for his race and extremely good looking)(SD)

Nathanael Al'Cairin, (Millia met this stoic in posture man on the trek south to Daggerford, while investigating reports of Slavery on the road. He was aloft to the hin though, cleary his manner implied a farse of sorts, his manner more like a wolf, than a household pet...)(BG,DF)

Nathel Brinsbane, Human (WD)

Narimer Jarinson, Human Ftr (Tall, brooding, this leader of the Wayfairers, speaks boldly and justly. He passed away in battle and he is greatly missed)(Dead)(TLR)

Silvermace Nega Silverhammer, Female Shield Dwarf Pal of Berronar (The friendly dwarf holy warrior is a often seen lady of high esteem and gentle compliments to the 'Cala', very much kind and praiseful to the hin. She is very much beloved in her home of Glenn and the in the greater Dales at large...)(SD,NC)

Nicha Wenmen, female Paladin of Kelemvor (This ever faith servant of The Lord of the Dead is a always loyal asset to the defence of the Dale of Shadow, sharing many adventures both joyous and bitter sweet...)(SD)

Nikandros Stormblade, human (Tall, tanned with black raven hair)(SD)

Norbert SeKorc, Svirfneblin (limping into view, on his right side, this gnome seems well aquianted with surface life, smelling of brandy and smoke)(DF)

Norick Vahlherma, Human (A large man, 300 lbs possibly and 6' 5" to easily support that muscular girth)(WD)

Norrik Avilsmasher, Dwarf (with a nose ring, a patch over his left eye, you would think this Brown eyed and haired dwarf was a gruff unsociable sort. He is, but he is also considered honorable and mischief loving)(WD, SD)

Nullin Glittergem Rock Gnome Pal of Helm (Always shining his armor to a buff, this warrior of Helm is always alert...but not beneath taking a few honest bets ; never to back down from a challenge, the gnome lives for fray, a desire that often enough gets his friend typcially into LOTS of troubles... )(SD)

Nuran, Moon Elf (Mischiefy, kind hearted)(SD,SG)

Nyl'dran Thiel'for, Moon Elf (SD)

(Nyruil Tyali), Elf (Nothing is know of this elf, as Millia has only just met him, post battle with spookie shadows....)(WD)

Nyn, Female (Drow) (Nothing is know of this elf, having only briefly met in the Safe Haven pub in Waterdeep. her racial status is unknown, wearing a mask to protect her identity)(WD)

Nyx, Female Drow (This drow, a friend of the elf Aereth'an Eriana because Nyx is a worshiper of the drow-foe Eilistraee, lives in the region near Daggerdale. Millia knows little else of this woman and still harbors reservations about her)(DF)

(Olga Ironstar)(DD)

Orenguard Shieldstone, Female Dwarf (SD)

Orysius, Moon Elf (tall, muscular and tattoed with many regal appearing runes, this elf possesses a firm but calm demeanor)(DD)

Palandro, NPC War Wizard (One of the many War Wizards of the Cormyr Military in Arabel)(NC2)

Penelope Fellsparrow, Female of Tyr (This attractive woman, poised with confidence, of one of the faithful of 'The Just God' probably employed on the local Militia as well. Sadly she fell to Black Dragon-kin in action north of Daggerford)(DF)(DEAD)

Perel Nilvollen, Wood Elf (Tall for a example of the Teu-Tel-Qessir, he stil moves with typical grace, though at closer inspection it is clear he is not in the defines of 'dainty'. His speach is slow and purposeful)(DF)

Peribo Burrel hin Cleric of Gond (SD)

Pokk Kabal, Hin NPC (Millia knows little of this hin but is afraid of him none the less. He was last seen in a coma after being justly struck down by the goddess Tymora for a slight the hin committed. Of late, he supposed died don't a atypical act of nobility. but clearly, his 'death' is believed a roose and he is still not to be trusted save on the gallows dead, dead and then dead again)(NPC-TLR)

Proddle, Hin (This clearly woefull neive hin seems neck deep in intrigue, contantly either getting into trouble, or denying the facts...)(TLR)

Quinn Styles, Moon Elf (brother/kin to the elf Ickan, these mischievous fey met their fates to orcs, who showed their folly to the pair of youthful adventurers sadly) (SD)

Raifith Lors, Human Wiz? (Not much is know of this man, other than his interest in books and the ability to transcribe such materials)(WD)

Rani Boriin, Female NPC (Millia remembers little of this woman save all the illegal buffs she had when i examined her (NC)

Ras Ironhand, Svirfneblin Mnk (Millia met this still rather unknown deep gnome a few days time ago. regardless of her initial fears, he is a honorable sort... an quite powerful. (SD)

Rasham Carnell, Elf-kin (This hunter, muddy and youthful has been seen in the back woods of the Cormanthor, fearless in the thrill of the kill...)(SD)

Ravin Silverwolf, Female Human (Curly red hair with a warrior's build, this still feminite woman still manages a mischievous expression when she looks at you)(WD)

Regor Neistremmah, Orc-kin Brd (This tall being, inspired Millia to seek side employment as a bard, as well as allow her more access to her studies of the art. A member of the Tower of the Order as well, he is a surprising kind soul, clearly favoring his humanity.)(WD,TLR,DF)

Rhenn Cairnforger, Dwarf Female (youthful but with that on the road look, she is no stranger to comflict or adventure)(SD)

Rhola MacPhearson, Female Human (rounded faced and pleasantly plump, this cheerful woman always seems to bubble with laughter)(SD)

Rigrin Sapplefire, Lightfoot (a lengthy mustache and long brown hair, with tanned skin mark the traits of this hin)(DF)

Robert, NPC Child (Another of Eveningstar's prodigal children, it's not know what Robert's special ability seems to be...)(NC2)

Rose Elyder (Once an apprentice nature lover of Arien Ironstar and a kind hearted, if slightly bitter woman, she departed the Daggerdale Groove to form her own circle deep in the jungles of The Pirate Islands. her former lover was the warrior and leader of the Whitestars, Evendur Evenwood, she soon came to be involved with the warrior Dwarf, Khondar. They had one child and where last seen in Waterdeep. Thier fate is unown but whispers of evil deeds linger remain, many months after thier disappearance)(SD,TPI,WD)(MIA-Banned)

Rugnar "Trader" Krinfaar, Dwarf (gruff and tuff, this dwarf is one Millia has seen around the region, from Waterdeep to Daggerford. currently serving as a ranking Sergeant in the Daggerford Militia.)(WD,DF)

Ryann LInfield, Female (non decript common woman, with a feral bearing. Millia was put at unease around her)(WD,DF)

Saman Gerin, Human Paladin (Millia remembers little of this young man, unsure of what became him sadly. He as a Whitestar recruit at the time of his disappearance...)(SD)

Samir Silverscale, Human (With the look of a common Street brawler, this scarred man is often in activites of ill reput but is a friend of FyrVara Stayanoga, thus by virtue of that alone makes the man, at least sort of trust worthy. He once was a hired mercenary of Millia, though details of this contract are lost to the winds)(DF,SG,WD)

Sascha Vly'faeth, Elf (Millia knows little of this elf, though he did help the wayfairer's when goblins attack the fortress)(TLR)

Seff Kriegsmount (Millia's notes are vague on this man, only that his accent and manners seem typical of a Westernised Moonsea Resident)(BG)

Seram Crespo, Human Wiz (This spooky and smelly man followed Millia on her first day as a apprentice's mageling while she searched the city for materials for her Mistress teacher of the art. not evil minded but spooky none the less. Correction: This Jerk is eviller than a brick bat! or at least, useless when it comes to getting help! *hmp!*)(WD)

Serith Featherlight, NPC Female Hin (she's looking for muggles! Very cute and bubbly)(NPC-WD)

Setmose, Human (Millia was once wooed to join a Merchant's guild in Waterdeep by this man)(WD)(MIA)

Seva Six-Blades, human (Tall, dark complexed, imposing his will. These are but a few traits one could use to describe this sell sword. gruff of speech, rare a event then, his great sword usually speaks for himself)(SD)

Sid Menson, Hin Srcy (Little is really remembered of him, other than his kindness to the hin Millia. She does not know but he was killed recently to a unknown fate, sadly(WD)(DEAD)

Sienna Hornsby, Elf-kin Pal of Sune (?) (This fire-haired and beautify woman, a worshiper of Sune, befriended the hin Millia. She was framed for a murder by the disfigured elf known as 'Elf-FACE!' and is actively searching for the killer, possible hiding in Baldur's Gate. Sadly she had not been seen in ages...)(MIA)(WD,BG,DF,TLR)

Silvermane Swiftbow, 'Wood' Elf (This elf, hailing from a southern section of the Cormanthor, recently arrived in the Dalelands, filled with wanderlust and a latent urge for isolationism. aloof around non-elves, he is slowly learning wisdom about humans...)(SD)

Shard, Moon Elf (only raven hair and a poor, sullen expression mark this elf)(SD)

Sharri Lewell, NPC-female (SD)

Shindra Hanodel, NPC Elf-kin (This lady owns a golem constructed named Steven and is well friends with the mage Elminster and the bard Storm Silverhand)(SD)

Sjedvik, Human (A large northern, graceful for his sheer size blue steely eyes)(WD)

Slee, Orc-kin (Nothing is known of this beast, who likely is out to make a name for himself for nothing more than the pride that would bring to him(WD)

Smoke, human Ftr (Commonly misconsidered as wizard, this warrior was one of the particapants of the Waterdeep Week of challenges, competing in the Archery competition. Millia is uncertain how he passed away, only that he did so....)(WD,NW)(DEAD)

Snapdragon, NPC Fey (Snotty, and arrogant, this fey is resident of the Border Forest and her feral, near dangerous attitude is cleary evident when she argued with JenWa's 'domesticated Fey, Menff)(DD2)

Countess Sondra NPC (Powerful, this 'woman' [She may be a lycanthrop] Millia met on one of her more dangerous aidings of of her friend, Aszûne Whisperwind. She is a mage of considerable power and Millia got a head ache, just whiffing her power...)(BG)

Mother Soppi Widenbottle, Female Hin High Priestess of Yondalla (This hin, blessed with 'testes' bigger than Karn, Losing and Maytrd combined, shows a fearless streak. she is always smiling and shows little reluctance to seek out mischief, adventure or correct a wrong committed. a consummate peer and person to learn much from as a hin)(WD,TLR,SD)

Stan Arndt, Human (Non-descript in terms of manner, tone and poise, His only point of identification is a vague familiar voice tone, thought that alone is not a enough to know who he is or was. Regardless, his familiarity with local Daggerford protocal is unmatched)(DF)

SteelFoot Quickblade, Moon Elf (This elf, far, far too earger for blood, saw his own entrails, at the hands of a Champion Orc of the Blood Tooths Clan. The fact that said orc's own hands joined the dying elf's body did not comfort him in the slightest...)(SD)(DEAD)

Storm Silverhands, female NPC (See the FRCS for full details)(SD)

Stella Brit'sta, Elf ?(WD)

Sulak Cromanir, NPC Ranger (Stoic and fierceless, typical traits of a man of nature, this warrior defends the dales alone, with his bear companion. Friend of Arien Ironstar, Millia has many times interacted with this kind hearted man...)(SD)

Sylvia Lane, Female Elf-kin (Millia knows very little of this Elf-kin, other than her rather morose personality. Her curves are hidden under conservative clothing but even her hidden beauty do little to inspire her moods...)(WD,SD)

Syminous, Human Wiz (Little is known or remembered of this man or his fey)(WD)

Talias Dallenthur, Human (WD,BG)

Tate, NPC commoner (Nina's helper at the Green Leaves Inn, he was murdered by suspected Zhent assassins...)(DD)(dead)

Ted Skutter, Human Coward (Millia helped this distrubed man to safety, as he blundered along the roads of The LOng Road one day. At first, he was horrified to even met Millia, having never seen a hin before [let alone, one with cursed Pink Hair] and Millia spent a hour merely just getting the man's confidence, much to the amusement of Goldenfield's standing watch. Then they traveled south to 'investigate the ruins of Amphil, even boldly declaring of rebuilding. Millia eventually convinced him that safer climes south would serve him better. Millia knows not his fate but prays for his soul [and any other hin~blins he should meet])(TLR)

Teser Marna, Human Wiz (...Just another aspirant magling...')(WD)

Tharivol Silversong, Human Bard (clean shaven, betraying his youth and desire for mischieft, this intelligant arrival to the dales met a unpleasant end somewhere along the northride, persumable to orcs or goblins...)(SD)(Dead)

Thaun Roaringhorn, human of Helm (One of many Servants of 'The Watcher') (WD)

Thibor Kross, Human (This man is a friend of Tel's and the betrothed to Aszûne Whisperwind, residing in Belegost. He has taken a shining to the hin Millia, must her natural embarrassment (BG)

Tirran Fen, hin of Oghma (short, thin, with hair around his ears)(SD)

Tordek Hammerstrike, Dwarf (with a full beard of white, missing teeth and the symbol of the Iron Guard of Citidel Adbar on his shield, this jolly dwarf is still battle scared and experianced)(SD)

Tralehngorn Stonewhistle, Dwarf (decitant and spoiled)(SD)

Trent Goodman, Human (Short but well muscled, his skin tanned from outdoors work. has a habit of rubbing his left shoulder. Current is a recruit to the Whitestars...)(SD)

The Traveller, DM (This odd gnome like creature is always surrounded by a green glow)(WD,DF)

Triel, Female Drow-Kin (Millia has only ever so briefly met this woman at a pub in Selgaunt and has no clue of her racial type, let alone any details about her personality)(SG)

Tvoryn Knarlsson, human Ftr (Tall for a human, with long unkept hair. perpetually bearded, this man is cleary a warrior in trade, his gear haphazardly strapped on...)(SD)

Uriah Blackwood, Human (Millia seen this man briefly at a pub in Haldreth's Glenn but otherwise knows nothing of him)(DD2)

Valdur, Sun Elf Wizard (of slightly shorter than normal Sun Elves, though still well build for a fey. Blessed with the usual grace that all fey possess, his movements are deliberate and focused. As a growing master of Wizardry, his skills are sought after by many, though his conduct is not always so mercenary. He is ethical though easiliy dismissive of thoughs he considers inferior. His judgement on Millia must be cloudy towards her own skills in the art but he considers her a good scout in comparision. He is not completely trustworthy but his bravery against drow is unquestioned.)(BG,NC,SD,DD)

Vanessa Welter, Female Ftr/Nec (A fellow Whitestar and aspirant Wizard in the art of Necromancy, this muscled and attractive human with jade green eyes is a delight serve along with. She has been, sadly on extended duty elsewhere in the realms...)(SD)

Vash Wellend, Human (Another 'PUNY MALE', but very much liked by the mischievous hin Millia)(WD)

Velisa, Human (Brown eyes and a quiet glance of inspection before she looks away marks the traits Millia knew of this woman)(SG)

Velldraegan, Orc-kin (Millia's memories are lacking of this tall and brutish warrior, surprising, possibly a holy warrior. regardless, this determined and imposing male, retired to enjoy his hard earned workings after a successful career...)(WD)(Retired)

Velyn Tanaleth, Moon Elf Ranger/Priest of Fenmarel Mestarine (This regal fey is friends and betroth of the druid Arien 'Hammer-Elf' and is a consummate warrior, always mindful of the drow. Blue eyes and brown hair are the only traits commonly known of him, as his adverage frame and undescript look is clearly meant to be that way. He is very protective of Ravens...)(DD,SD)

Venek Uriboor, Human (Catlike grace, suple stength and a aura of dominance mark this dark and scarred man. frightening to behold, he seems dominate and control others around him. Millia was very put at unease around his presence)(DF)

Veric Strohm, Human (A typical battler in both form and apperance, he is the half brother to the Elf-kin Bard Nailo...)(SD)

Vilmar Durothil, Sun Elf (rude at first, but youthful and with *some* good manners; a Fellow Whitestar, as well....) (SD)

Von'nes Nyahel, Female Moon Elf (haunting beauty coupled with the kindness of a owlbear, this fierce and bold warrior looks upon her world with cold dark eyes. Filled with seeming ill will, this is a woman to watch and not trust on lick. Her pride is immense as well as her determination...)(WD,TLR)

Vyeshann Korr, Orc-kin (Towering at over 6 and half feet tall, this lean and muscular being, obviously a Orc-kin half breed, emites confidence in his strong strides. Scars are evident on his cheek and various locations seen. Weilding a greatsword, this follower of 'The Night Lord' may or may not be a trustworthy fellow in ANY situation...)(DF)

Warick Wolfsbane, Human (Towering, massive muscles and a stoic expression mark this man as impossing as any she has seen in her travels)(TLR)

Wilimac Dabble, Hin (blessed with a cigar at all times, Brandobaris's famous luck and a warm personality, this is hin is a beloved friend of Millia's. adventurous, joyful and not benigth a little larcony to get by....)(SD,NC)

Xaceli, Fey Familiar to Syminous (Little is known or remembered of this man or his fey)(WD)

Xen, Female Human Bard (dark of skin, beautiful and conceited in her surperiority, Millia performed against her at a Bard Feast in Waterdeep. But to this date, she still doesn't know how well she performed, compared to this powerful Bardess...)(WD)

Xidellica Folern, Human (Tall, sesual. her step is bouncy, indeed,s she is very buxom and attractive)(SD)

Zacharias Bennet, Human (Tall and large girth, and dressed in fineries of expensive worth. Pimply with blown sparling eyes but missing 2 fingers from his right hand)(TLR)

Zahkarra, Drow DM (I dare you ask who knocked her up)(BG)

Zara Auvreaplith'Vain, Moon Elf (This elf, very attentive of her surroundings, lacks some manners, keeping her apperance ragged or unkempt. She still moves typical grace of the fey however)(SD)

Zargore The Eater, Orc-kin (Millia recalls very little of this Orc-kin)(MIA)(DF)

PADM_Zelknolf, DM of NC2 (If you can't see her, worry)(NC2)