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Name: Emza Fiendreaper.
Female. Variant Human Alert Feat.
Ht 5'9" Wt 176 Eyes Blue Hair Black. Age 56.
Str 20 Dex 10 Con 20 Int 16 Wis 18 Cha 14
Race Bonus Language: Celestial
Background: Noble. History (5 + 3 = 8) and Perception (5+ 4 = 10). Language: Sylvan.
Trait: While tolerant of most Fey, will hunt down any Evil creature.
Family Creed: "If I cannot rid the World of Evil, I will at least expunge of it what I can."
Ideals: Noble Obligation. It is my duty to protect and care for the people beneath me. (Good)
Responsibility. Rule with wisdom. Defend those in my care. (Lawful)
Bond: The common folk must see me as a hero o f the people.
Flaw: In fact, the world does revolve around me.

(Backstory Idea: From a long line of Heroic individuals dedicated to keeping the World safe from Fiends.)

Skills: Insight (5 + 4 = 9), Persuasion (5 + 2 = 7).
Languages: Common; Undercommon, Abyssal, and Infernal.
Equipment: +2 Adamantine Plate (calling), +2 shield (calling), +3 Longsword (calling), Portable Hole, Decanter of Endless Water, Boots of Spider Climbing, Neckless of Adaptation, Amulet of Proof from Detection and Location, Backpack, 10 days rations, Everlit Hooded Lantern.
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I admit my bones ache and scream at me to stop, to lie down, to rest and sleep.

I have seen fifty six full seasons come and go, and I have seen the world change. I have seen how time has worn down the edges of the mountains and my sword, just as it has worn down my muscles and bones.

But I come from a long line of noble heroes who have spent their lives making this world a better – and safer – place to live. As my long hair, normally pulled back in a ponytail, blew in the chilling wind, my blue eyes scanned the darkened heavens as I continued to try and climb this jagged mountain. My age slowed me down, by my magical boots of Spider Climbing helped ease the burden.

Things had taken a drastic turn while aboard the Dwarven vessel, the Seirbigh Casúr, and as we were scouting an area known for “ominous sense of evil” – and a cast of Sirens on this uncharted island sang their song and forced our ship to run aground. The starving Sirens decimated the majority of the ship’s crew and several of the soldiers I was stationed with, before fleeing, their stomachs full and content. Knowing that the Sirens would return those of us who had survived the initial attack moved away from the coast and further inland.

Unfortunately, as we took refuge near a lake, the horrors did not end. Brydor, a good friend of mine whom I have served with for many years, let out a scream. As I and several others rushed to the edge of the lake where Brydor had been refilling his water, a horrifying woman stood over him, her clawed hangs red with his blood, feasting on his innards. Before the Night Hag was killed, she had taken down three others, leaving me only with eight other survivors.

When we camped for the night we were exhausted. The fight with the Night Hag had taken much out of us and burying Brydor was both exhausting physically and mentally. I will miss his cheery demeanor even in the face of great danger he had always something funny to say.

When we awoke we began exploring the island, sticking together. We traveled into a dense jungle near the lake because just beyond the dense jungle we could see a towering mountain that would provide us a vantage point to overlook the entire island and better understand our situation since none of us were familiar with this unmarked island.

Within a few feet of being inside the jungle, each of us reported that we were feeling dizzy and that the world seemed to sway as if we had lost our sea legs. When we tried to turn around, the very jungle itself seemed to turn with us. Every step to get out of the jungle only seemed to drive us deeper into it.

“Magic,” I growled.

“Of the foul kind,” one of the other eight survivors, an Elf Wizard named Trislan Stormoak, added. “I sense it all around me. Someone – or something – is messing with our perception of reality, but all my efforts to pinpoint it are to no avail.”

“Emza,” a human soldier named Yurn Skystar looked over at me, “I don’t want to die on this cursed island.” I could see him gripping his blade nervously.

“Don’t worry,” I replied, “if we stick together we can see our way out of this and get off this island.”

“Well,” another voice, also human, a traveler on the boat, whose sole interest was mapping out the uncharted islands, raised his spectacles and looked me up and down, “Miss…”

“Fiendreaper,” I replied.

“Yes, Miss Fiendreaper,” he rolled his eyes and muttered beneath his breath something about an overly dramatic name, before introducing himself, “My name is Eliss Fieldstone, and I have a good fortune back at home, should you successfully escort me off this island, I will be sure to reward you handsomely.”

“I will not take, nor need your money, Mister Fieldstone,” I replied. “My job was to keep you and the explorers safe.”

“Yes, well, smashing job doing that so far,” he muttered beneath his breath.

Yurn lunged for Eliss and I was forced to step between them. “You take your cowardice words back,” Yurn shouted. “I have stood next to Emza in a hundred battles and never did she back down from any fight!”

“It’s quite all right, Yurn,” I smiled. “All of our tensions are high. Whatever is in this jungle is only elevating that further.”

“I refuse to wait!” The towering human who was a barbarian from the frozen north – and as far as I could recall, his name was something along the lines of Bajorn Frosttower. The barbarians had been brought on – despite my protests – as muscle, and undoubtedly because they doubted my leadership as a woman. Bajorn charged through the jungle and managed to get a few feet ahead of us when something that looked like black octopus legs snared his ankles, pulled him off the feet, and into the brush in a matter of seconds – an impressive feat, considering Bajorn probably weighed near three hundred pounds. There were sounds of a struggle that came to an end abruptly with a sickening sound of bones snapping. Then a beast – like a shimmering black panther leapt on the path in front of us.

“Displacer Beast!” I shouted. “Do not scatter. Stick close together. Back to back! Now!” But it was already too late. Displace Beasts rarely traveled alone, using their shimmering ability to cause confusion and attack with hit and run pact tactics. Trislan and Yurn were already gone, either having fled or been taken by a Displacer Beast. Eliss was still clinging to me, while two dwarves and two gnomes and an elf were forming a circle.

One of the dwarves, the owner of the doomed ship, Gillan Seastorm and his brother, Jillan Seastorm had their weapons drawn, while the two gnomes, Burklestop Donkatop and a distant cousin of his, Turikuri Pumpordoo were glancing around nervously, daggers in hand, and the elf, a female named Paylin Karastone had energy crackling around her hands.

When one of the Displacer Beasts lunged from the side, Gillan and Jillan were able to anticipate it and each side step it and decapitate it. “We need to get goin’ lass,” Gillan shouted, wiping the blood splatter from his face. “There could be a thousand more of these blasted things!”

It was a wonderful idea to get out; but the jungle seemed determined on distorting our sense of direction. I could no longer see the edge of the jungle and lake no matter what direction I looked, and we hadn’t gone in far enough so that the jungle’s edge should have slipped out of view.

Moving slowly we edged our way forward, unsure if we were going deeper into the jungle or headed back for the lake. After an hour, I realized we were either going deeper or in circles, until we finally reached the edge of the jungle, fending off against Displacer Beasts two other times, without casualties.

“I must admit,” Eliss Fieldstone cleared his throat and adjusted his tie, “that was some impressive work back there. There’s the mountain. We should be in the clear now.”

“If there’s anything I’ve learned about this island is that we are never out of danger until we’re far from here,” I growled. As we made our way through the plains that seemed to be more swamp than anything; as if the very land itself was attempting to stop us from reaching the mountain.

“This isn’t natural,” Gillan growled his brown beard prickling.

“I have to agree with my brother,” Jillan said. “This’ll be the first an’ only time you’ll be hearin’ me say this, but I wish that blasted elf, Trislan were here. Drove me crazy with his talk of nature and magic, but he knew his magic.”

“You are not without magic,” Paylin growled from behind the dwarves as her hands glowed red.

“I don’t care much for ye wizardry types to begin with,” Jillan said. “But at least I knew Trislan got his magic from readin’ that weird book o’ his. You… you say that the magic is just in ya.”

“I am a sorcerer,” Paylin explained, yet again.

Perhaps it had been the heat, the island, or just being exhausted but none of us had seen a creature swimming through the muddy plains until it reared its head – all six of them. A beast with a crocodile like body, and six heads that looked like dragon lizards roared up. In two quick attacks it had bitten and killed one of the gnomes, and the other it had grabbed and flung against a nearby tree. Burklestop could be dead or just got the wind knocked out of him, but his distant cousin Turikuri looked dead. Gillan and Jillan were already attacking while Paylin was launching a volley of spells at the creature.

“Go on!” Gillan shouted.

“Get out of here!” his brother, Jillan added. “Get the explorer out of this mess!”

I looked at Eliss who was looking back and me. I was not one accustomed to running from battles. I sneered and grabbed Eliss by the hand and began running for the mountain, leaving the others behind me. Tears streaked down my eyes as I ran, but I knew I had to see if there was a way off this cursed island. I would not let their sacrifice be in vain.

When Eliss and I reached the base of the mountain, he leaned against one of the rocks wheezing deeply. “I can’t do it. I can’t climb this mountain. You go. I will wait here.”

“What if something comes for you?” I asked.

“Then I will try to face it with the same courage I’ve seen tonight,” he said, matter-of-factly. He was clearly so exhausted and pushed beyond his limit that he would almost welcome death, just to be free of the island.

I reached into the side of my boot and handed Eliss a dagger. “Use it,” I said, “to defend yourself, or end yourself, should you fear what comes for you.”

With that I began the ascending the mountain.

I admit my bones ache and scream at me to stop, to lie down, to rest and sleep.

I have seen fifty six full seasons come and go, and I have seen the world change. I have seen how time has worn down the edges of the mountains and my sword, just as it has worn down my muscles and bones.

But I come from a long line of noble heroes who have spent their lives making this world a better – and safer – place to live. As my long hair, normally pulled back in a ponytail, blew in the chilling wind, my blue eyes scanned the darkened heavens as I continued to try and climb this jagged mountain. My age slowed me down, by my magical boots of Spider Climbing helped ease the burden.

Just as I reach the top, I overlook the horizon, and notice a large cave. Two eyes flare open and a massive green scaled head emerges. With a gash over the left eye, it’s immediately known who it is that rears before me.

“Emereth,” I muttered, the legendary green dragon known for her viciousness. Before I can draw my sword she flaps her massive wings and the wind is enough for me to lose my footing and topple over the edge of the mountain.


I should be dead.

Instead I awaken to the sound of a familiar voice.

“About time ye gone and opened yer eyes,” it was Gillan’s voice. Perhaps I was still dead after all.

“Ye know there’s a much easier and less painful way to get down a mountain,” Jillian’s voice added. “We should know. Bein’ dwarves and all.”

My entire body burned with pain. “What happened?”

“Ellis here says he saw something massive fly into the sky when ye reached the top; then saw ye fall backwards down the mountain. Ye hit some big rocks along the way down and got yerself stuck, so he climbed up to where ye were pinned. He tended to yer wounds; and when he saw from up there that we’d beaten the damn Hydra; he called for us and we climbed to ye. Together we were able to get you back down an’ get ye stabilized. An’ ye wouldn’t believe who else we ran into.”

“Glad to see you alive, Emza,” it was Yurn’s voice.

“Indeed, you had us frightened there for a bit,” Trislan added.

“Burklestop is alive too; though his right arm and leg will never be the same. Same can’t be said for his cousin, Turikuri, unfortunately,” Gillan said grimly. “Burkle is burying him now. Wanted some privacy.”

“So before you decided to jump,” Ellis tried to joke, “did you see anything up there?”

“Before Emereth,” I began.

“Emereth? The dragon? She was here?” Gillan asked.

“She was,” I replied, wincing. “You know of her too?”

“Destroyed our home on the hills, long ago,” Gillan replied. “She’s the reason I began sailing, because I was trying to hunt her down.”

“As is most of the world,” I sighed. “To the north, I saw another island… and there appeared to be some kind of civilization there at the water’s edge on that other island. It’d be a short trek, but we’d need to gather supplies to make a raft to get there.”

“Then we know what to do next,” Jillan nodded. “Gillan and I can get started on that and get us off this damn island.”