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Zephyr: The Divergent Genasi
In the influential city of Waterdeep, the Zhentarim faction had discreetly recruited Zephyr. They gave solace to an unfettered girl, when they noticed her innate ability to blend into a crowd. At the time, her name was Ellison Mackyll and was no longer shackled by her parents. The faction would remain anonymous to her until she proved herself valuable. The carefulness was due to the strong noble presence in the City of Splendors, trusting the wrong people happens far too often. She quickly showed her worth to the faction though, earning the right to join their ranks and become an official agent of Zhentarim. Shortly after, they sent her on a secret mission to Phandalin. Tasked to bring down the Redbrands’ leader before he becomes too powerful and influential. It was the perfect mission for rookie agent to advance further through the ranks.
The skilled rogue left Waterdeep immediately to begin her secret mission. While traveling north for a few days, she uncovered some useful information to advance. Zephyr intercepted a shipment destined for the Redbrands’ hideout. She easily used it as a Trojan horse to infiltrate their headquarters, moving one step closer to her mission’s goal.
Her patience was tested having to lay in a splintery wagon with a pickaxe poking her side, luckily only for a few hours. The surrounding room went quiet and only the sound of a snoring man could be heard. Popping her head up from the wagon filled with mining equipment, the blue skinned rogue determined it was safe to explore. She got out of the wagon, efficiently scanning the room for a disguise. An extra scarlet cloak was hanging on the chair the sleeping guard sat upon. Zephyr snagged it without a hitch and silently dressed into her new red disguise. The Redbrand guard continued to snore in his chair peacefully. With the conditions of being a woman and Air Genasi, it would take a skilled adventurer to maintain covertness amongst the more privileged Redbrands. Luckily for Zephyr, she had been trained well by the faction she served. To cut loose ties, the rogue ended the sleeping guard’s life and disposed of the body in a shipment crate. Just after she hid the body, a loud bang at the back wall’s gate startled her.
CancerMan says:
Skeinkaldr tests the gate to see if it is unlocked.
"Hey, I think I found it," he declares, pleased to have discovered the 'hidden' entrance.
She ducked behind some barrels as a messy haired guard entered the room annoyed.
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Ryunir Codáver: The Dreaded Ranger
The natural born hunter lurked in the small forest of Phandalin. Hidden amongst the trees, Ryunir was knelt over a freshly pierced doe. He was a remarkable marksman, despite looking almost blind. At a young age, he was crowned the Mooshie Tournament champion. It was an archery event dedicated to a greatly renown ranger from the Silver Marches. Being a skilled archer brought small fame to his family’s farm.
The gifted ranger checked the doe for breathing, then pulled his accurately placed arrow out of the dead animal’s heart. The catch would turn into a fine meal and a few pretty coins. This small forest was quite some ways from his home town of Everlund, where the Codáver’s Farm once stood on its outskirts. That farm had been purposely burned to the ground long ago, its ashes joined those of his buried parents.
There were countless nights of doleful drinking for Ryunir, many of which in a hunters’ tavern called ‘Stag at Bay’. Those nights ended with him sloppily passed out on the streets of Everlund. It took a young priestess to discover his lost soul and liberate him from his drunkard ways. Sadly, the priestess’ guidance wasn’t enough to cure the wounds of his past. Ryunir’s travels has brought him far from those darker days, now roaming and taking the odd job to stay afloat.
The ranger quickly looked up at the sound of commotion in the distance. Three adventurers intrigued his keen eye. The three stood at the gate on the hill, he recognized it as an entrance to the Redbrand’s hideout. The manor was formerly owned by the Tresendar Family, before the orc raids to the prospering city. Barthen, a provision clerk and friend of Ryunir, shared that Aldith Tresendar’s legendary sword was hidden in the crypt below. As an avid archer, he could care less for a sword, though the piece of noble history interested him.
Ryunir watched as an intimidating, tattooed Goliath held open the small wooden door. The ghostly knight walked through the gate’s door into the darkness while their dragonborn companion smiled with a menacing grin as he faded to black. The ranger saw this as a rare, though dangerous opportunity.
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Entering the hideout…
Zephyr heard movement come from the gate and could see the guard reenter emotionless, a ghoul faced man followed. She remained in her hidden position behind the barrels in the corner.
Malethor entered the room beyond the door, the dim lighting contrasted the bright overcast outside. His eyes needed no time to adjust before he noticed the magically dazed guard standing perfectly straight beside the wagon. The room was clearly a receiving dock for shipments and the wagon ahead was still loaded with mining equipment. The gate was barred with a large wooden stop, though he probably was strong enough to remove it alone. There was an empty chair beside the door, but he wouldn't need to use it as a stepping stool to reach.
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Zephyr will be hidden behind one of the barrels, Malethor just at the northern entrance and the guard standing to the east side of the wagon.
