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AJA
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Ameathra Lhauralynn (CG HF P7 of Selūne)
First Voice of the Moonmaiden (senior priestess of Selūne under Naneatha Suaril). A cheerful, rosy-cheeked woman of middling waistline and motherly instincts. Eschews the fanciful garments worn by her senior brethren, preferring instead plain outfits in black and white tones (the amount of each color in her outfit varying depending on the current phase of the moon). Although one might not guess to look at her now, Ameathra was a member of several adventuring groups in her younger days, and is quite familiar with distant lands (down the coast as far as Ormpur and Tharsult and east into Chondath and Sespech) and proficient in several of the languages spoken there. "Lhauralynn" is not her real last name, but the one she adopted in honor of her fallen mentor, confidant, and adventuring companion, the priestess Lhauralynn of Berdusk. Now married to her fellow moon-priest Mazambar the Ishaari (CG HM F2/P4 of Selūne), with whom she has six children – two sons and four daughters.

Ammaras Annascorl
Native of Tethyr. First Helm (captain) of the Bright Helms, one of the long-time hiresword bands kept on retainer by the city of Waterdeep. After his death in battle against the forces of the Ice Bear, his Second Helm (lieutenant) Littlefangs accepted a sizeable sum to fold the remaining Bright Helms into the larger Flaming Fists company of Baldur's Gate.

Barunklar (CN HM Bar/P of Oghma)
A stout man of muscular arms and ample belly. Surly, sour-faced. Unkempt yellow moustache and beard stained with spit-weed. Advertises himself as "A learned Sage of Sword and Stone, steeped in the knowledge of the 'Deep and the Under (and quite unfearful of what lurks in nearest street or farthest cyst)." He is quite intelligent and well-versed in the sagely arts of history and lore, but he craves excitement and danger and prefers to uncover ancient truths firsthand, rather than researching them in dusty old tomes. To this end he is quite eager to hire himself on with adventuring companies promising stone-delves and ruin expeditions. Such employers will find him well-equipped with Windcanter, a similarly sulky old brute of a horse, a full set of trail-worthy cookery implements, the drinking horn he calls Galarsk (which is said to be always full, and never to run over), and a giant steel warhammer he is happy to swing about with lethal force.

Blūndagga Brommarth (LG DF Exp)
A justisar of the Watch (the clerks and interrogators who collate information gleaned from prisoners). Thick-set, square-jawed. Stern-eyed, hook-nosed. Russet hair pierced by long fingers of grey.

The Ring of Swinging Swords
Local adventuring fellowship. Led jointly by the sword-shes Arshandra of the Stars and Tesstantra Telfeather. Disappeared into the depths of the House of Stone in late 1363DR. Interestingly, one of the next bands to enter the ruin, boon drinking companions of the Swords, swear upon exiting to have seen their countenances gracing one of the great stone murals that line the walls within.


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Rivuryn [ Source: The novel Blackstaff and FOR13 Secrets of the Magister, p.75. Name/Description given ]


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Ajantha "Green-Eyes" el Mahardh (NG HF F)
A civilar (captain) of the Waterdhavian Griffon Guard (North Wing). Of Calishite descent. Short, but stocky and powerful. Her flashing eyes and honey-streaked brown hair point to either elven or elemental heritage. Honed her aerial skills working with pegasi at the (Boareskyr) Bridge estate of Aluena Halacanter. Now rides the griffon named Bold Lion.

Glandananglar
The "Jingle-Jangle-Wings," a long-ago nuisance and fixture in the urban legends of the city. Mischievous and personable, the young copper wyrm gained his nickname from the many baubles and metal piercings that adorned his wingspan. He is still famed for his habit of sticking his unusually long, slender neck down the chimneys of Waterdeep, peering into houses in search of folk to converse or riddle with. Such odd behavior eventually became his undoing, when he chanced upon a clandestine meeting of mages of power. The ensuing spellbattle tore apart the Evergold villa (currently the site of House Bladesemmer) as well as a number of nearby structures, and claimed the lives of Glandananglar and most of the assembled workers-of-Art. His hide (or what was left of it) was placed on display for a time in the central hall of the House of the Moon, before being discovered by Aralvantharast "Wings-of-Silver." The irate silver wyrm caused extensive damage to the interior of the Selūnite temple before flying off to parts unknown, the hide of Glandananglar clutched firmly in his talons.

Naelthan Thurss (NE HM)
Broken Nael. A bent, balding, weathered old sea dog who has spent much of his life and vitality aboard the merchant ships of Kelvar Helmfast. Master of the Salt-Stains, a Dock Ward gang of street toughs and "between-sails" sailors allied with, and paid in coin and wine by, the Order of Master Shipwrights. They mainly busy themselves by keeping watch on the warehouses and dry-docks of the Order, but are sometimes hired out by members of the Order for arson or kidnapping jobs.

Nammarith Bylfar
Halfhands. Once renowned as a master bowman of the Moonshaes. Had thumbs and index fingers of both hands amputated after angering Jhond Raelwolf, the Black Thane of southern Gwynneth. Never again wielded his famed bow Caelhardt (Nammarith's Harp), which after his death was dweomered as a longbow of accuracy +3 by the divine grace of the goddess Tymora and further immortalized by the bard Kelmur of Ilm as "the one-stringed harp, which sings of sudden death and nothing else."

Quas Thardest (CN HM Bar)
The Beast of the North. A famed martialist at the Field of Triumph. All bulging muscles and angry, ill-healed scars. Dresses in crag-cat pelts and white dragon scales, and is never without the giant iron horned helm that conceals his visage. Popularly rumored to have been born of cloud giant parentage, and to have been raised in the northern wilds by a tribe of yeti. Sounds a giant iron-banded warhorn after each victory.


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Nain Keenwhistler [ Source: A 09/01/05 posting to the Candlekeep.com message boards by The Hooded One. Description given. See also City of Splendors: Who's Who In Waterdeep, p.78. ]

Naneatha Suaril (LG HF P16 of Selūne) or (CG HF [Illuskan] P6 of Selūne/silverstar10/divine disciple[Selūne]4)
Her Most Radiant in the Moonlight, The Eternally Quiet Light, The Lucent Rapture, The Bedizened Majesty of the Vast and Moonless Sky, Selūnar Handmaiden-In-Waiting, Luminescent Sister of the Highest Moon. [ Source: City of Splendors: Who's Who In Waterdeep, p.61 and City of Splendors:Waterdeep, p.44 and Powers & Pantheons, p.157 and the novel The Summoning. Name/Description/Stats given. Additional detail by me. ]

'the Questmaster' [ Source: A 01/23/06 posting to the Candlekeep.com message boards by Ed Greenwood. Name/Description given ]


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Barunklar (CN HM Bar/P of Oghma)
A stout man of muscular arms and ample belly. Surly, sour-faced. Unkempt yellow moustache and beard stained with spit-weed. Advertises himself as "A learned Sage of Sword and Stone, steeped in the knowledge of the 'Deep and the Under (and quite unfearful of what lurks in nearest street or farthest cyst)." He is quite intelligent and well-versed in the sagely arts of history and lore, but he craves excitement and danger and prefers to uncover ancient truths firsthand, rather than researching them in dusty old tomes. To this end he is quite eager to hire himself on with adventuring companies promising stone-delves and ruin expeditions. Such employers will find him well-equipped with Windcanter, a similarly sulky old brute of a horse, a full set of trail-worthy cookery implements, the drinking horn he calls Galgask (which is said to be always full, and never to run over), and a giant steel warhammer he is happy to swing about with lethal force.




I don't know whose "under cyst" yon fellow is "invading", but if its the same girls I know of over on Pleasure Way, I recently acquired several bottles of a fortifying tonic from a gentleman... and I feel it would be ungentlemanly of me to not offer to share a bit if this fellow needs some. I must warn you, it does seem to have some .... odd... side effects...

Alavairthae, may your skill prevail

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I don't know whose "under cyst" yon fellow is "invading", but if its the same girls I know of over on Pleasure Way, I recently acquired several bottles of a fortifying tonic from a gentleman... and I feel it would be ungentlemanly of me to not offer to share a bit if this fellow needs some. I must warn you, it does seem to have some .... odd... side effects...

Barunklar has been known to occasionally patronize festhalls that offer private chambers where you can recline and receive various body-rubs while listening to the reading of romances (in the classical sense) or to engage the service of a gold tigress, but he is not much for the indiscriminate charms of lowcoin girls or festhall downdancers, not since he almost lost a kidney after being treacherously stabbed by a thieving Dock Ward lass he took to his rented chambers during the 1364DR Fleetswake festivities (and I doubt your tonics would help with that!).

He also carries the greatest of torches for the masterful chanteuse (or agacerie of Sune) 'Glorious' Glaera (renowned as "The Moon-White Beauty" and "The Selūne of the Stage" for her beauty, pale alabaster skin and after-dusk festhall shows) and is, in fact, founder of her local Waterdhavian 'fan club' (members of whom send missives to other clubs in other northern cities, updating on her touring schedule, reporting on artistic commissions of her likeness, and breathlessly expounding on every detail of her stage shows). He has made her aware of his obsession (and amorous intent) and she, in turn, has amusedly – if somewhat disinterestedly – encouraged it, and challenged him to prove himself "worthy" of her, charging him with bringing forth from his delved ruins a gemstone or bauble whose magnificence is such "to cause the light of the moon to fall upside-down" (a not-so-subtle allusion to her, the Moon-White Beauty, swooning in his arms) in order to prove his devotion. Woe to any adventuring party who hired him on and thinks to claim that thousand-gold-piece gemstone as their share of the loot!


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Ëosklar of the Forest
Half-elven ranger and huntsman. Lean, wiry, and surprisingly strong. Has perceptive grey eyes, shoulder-length black hair and a great full beard. Has a litany of scars across his body, reminders of encounters with the claws of big cat and bear, the blade slashes of orc and man, and, black and forever ill-healed upon his upper left arm, the imprint left by the embrace of a foul ghast.
        Rides Maelof ("Sweet-Hoof"), a bull walaskra* (caribou), with dark brown coat and distinctive shining white leggings. Maelof especially enjoys a treat of fermented mash of mlembar-berries (grown abundant across the northern forests, purplish-black in color, with a scent and taste halfway between juniper and rosemary), even though it leaves vibrant long-lasting stains on his muzzle and throat. Ëosklar proudly displays not only the two masterful long-knives at his hips, with hilts carved from Maelof's discarded antlers, but also the ornate charm around his neck formed of the same, enchanted by a friendly priest of Mielikki (provides continual resist cold, as the spell). He also has a spear of old Netherese make whose tip, of silver-edged ebon, marks and fixates on an enemy in combat (+2 to all "to hit" rolls against a single opponent after the first successful strike, until they are downed or fled; a similar -1 to all others for this duration).
        Ëosklar hunts and gathers in the north-eastern High Forest, and brings pelts and various forest herbs to the village of Jalanthar to trade. He is an agent of Those Who Harp, and his mission is to observe and report on the movements of the evils concentrated around Hellgate Keep. He is aided in this region by his fellow rangers Nlethra "Side-Saddle" (human female, named for her curious way of sitting and playing the yarting, not for her riding) and Tulukh (orc male, named in orcish after the archmage Tulrun), and the halfling Arandwise Bramblebelt (a forest-wise cleric of Arvoreen), all of whom have a similar mandate.

Frulth Blackfaer
Author of The Helm and The Sword (1352DR) and ensuing chapbook saga. Stirring adventurous fare, following the bloody and darkly humorous adventures of the warrior Theln and the barbarian Arsk (more commonly known as the titular Helm and Sword, after the title of their first adventure). "The desolation here was complete. All around them lay the mounds of the dead, grotesque as monstrous crimson leviathans."

Glaera Galarsk
Glorious Glaera. A native of Silverymoon. In great demand among noble clientele and the better-known Waterdhavian festhalls. Called "The Moon-White Beauty" and "The SelÛne of the Stage" for her beauty, pale skin and after-dark festhall shows. Claims to have slept with the head of every noble house from Adbar to Iriaebor (man and woman, but not lord regents – she does have standards!). Has a high, haunting voice and a body flexible enough to contort herself into eight of the twelve recognizable "elven positions."

Harvendhas Drult (N HM War2)
A retired member of the Watch, and a fellow of the Guild of Stonecutters and Masons. Sells his pottery wares in the Market. Round-faced and rotund, with twinkling eyes and a rather overgrown moustache. A good source for local gossip and "tavern-tattle." Harvendhas fought in the High Road War, and delivered a grevious wound to Halthos, Master of the Carpenters and Roofers Guild, one the latter has sworn to avenge.

Irk Darragar
Proprietor of the Wauling Wassail, a Trades Ward tankard house catering to the working class. The Wassail (or the Waul, depending on your preference) is a real spirit, bound to the house. Mostly minor manifestations of blown-out candles or bubbling drinks, but on the rare occasions when the haunt feels like indulging in a round of tavern songs, everyone present is expected to join in (including Irk, who has a fine singing voice; not large, but flexible and very warm). There was also the time the drover Brulph drank a dark tankard of zzar and found himself geased to gather a lock of hair from the shining head of the Lady Laeral (how much of that was the Waul and how much was the zzar is still hotly debated to this day). Had Brulph asked politely the Lady may very well have been receptive, but he was the direct sort and his attempt, with both grasping hand and then clumsy knife, resulted in his transformation into the very plodding beast of burden that he oversaw. Irk had no use for such an animal, and ended up selling Brulph to his former associates. His fate after that is not recorded.


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Furjur the Flippant [ Source: Volo's Guide to the North, p.181 and "Pages From The Mages," Ed Greenwood, Dragon Magazine #62, p.17 and a 03/31/09 posting to the Candlekeep.com message boards by Ed Greenwood. Name/Description given ]

Irritym Wonderstars [ Source: "Lone Wolves," Ed Greenwood, Dragon Magazine #172, p.100. Name/Description given ]



* [ walaskra, the Uthgardt "forest-horn" caribou, for the mossy lichen that grows on their racks, and sometimes on their thick shaggy manes (as opposed to the ancient amber-eyed malundazaih, "mantle-horn" of the Low Netherese; or the athaktu, "snow-hoof" of the Ice Hunters; or the elven tolentar, "gold-horn," whose ancestral stock received a similarly intrusive "guiding hand of Faerie" as did the elven cat) ]


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THE OLD STUMPS

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From left to right, Andelgust the Red, Vost "Middlemount," and Tandbaran's Table. A trio of curiously truncated, flat-topped mounts in the middle Greypeaks, north of the gap of Dawn Pass. Common legend claims their peaks were severed and twisted into flying abodes by the terrible enchantments of ancient wizards (of Netheril, of course). Less popular accounts say the summits were brought low in a fit of pique by the goddess Auril, as they dared to block the path of her favorite wind, Helaukra, the bitter North wyrm, as it howled down cold out of the icy wastes. Some even claim they were deliberately fashioned so as the tableau for the ancient peace-moots between the warring sides of dragon and giant, who met in agreement here to once-and-forever divide the lands of Faerûn between them. There are others who believe they were quarried flat by the early men of the North to build the grand tomb of the sorcerer-king Irshoon ("whose head lay heavy, crowned with all the awful swarms of the Hells"), ruler of the fabled kingdom of Ulbanbar (one of the fantastical realms said by bards and nurse-maids to lie beneath the barren grounds of the Fallen Lands). And Tyyran dogma gaining popularity in the north has it that this is where the Dread Chaos-Hound Kezef teethed when he was a pup, worrying the mounts down to nubs and practicing for that fated day of his encounter with the Evenhanded.

The tops of the Stumps are curiously – perhaps unnaturally – flat, wind-scoured, and devoid of all dressing save scrub brush and small, stunted trees, yet they have been weathered and eroded enough over time to have formed small depressions or valleys sheltered from the elements, from which a greater variety of the usual vegetation thrives and serves as ideal roosts for the griffons that infest the range. There are also dwarf-tunnels to be found here, leading down to caverns once claimed (and since abandoned) by clans named Asklar, Stoneshanter, and Frundyn. From these high valleys gush a number of small springs, clear and sparkling, which drain from the plateaus over their precipitous sides and down towards the south.

At the base of these southern slopes are a series of sharp folds and ridgelines, commonly called The Roots (of the Old Stumps), for their familiar gnarled and twisted resemblence. Laying in between these lesser heights are a series of little ravines and larger swampy meadows where the streams from above and the frequent Spring and Autumn rains pool, dreary with sedge and tussock and clumps of black alder, occasionally brightened by witch-thimble (harebell), grave-sweeten (moss phlox), and bog-bell (bog-rosemary), and home to red grouse, red fox, swampstrider (web-footed, thickly-feathered dwarf cousins of the axebeak), and great numbers of Haskur "Brown-Coat" (musk-beaver) in their domed homes.

In the middle of one of those low marshes under the shadow of Andelgust the Red stands Meadowshiver, a squat, thick-walled lodge of packed mud and reed, the dry, humble abode of the druidess Fymrae Redraven. When the musk-beaver population grows too high she travels to the nearest settlements with cured pelts to trade; otherwise, she brings in the metal weapons and armor scraps taken from orc raiders or human bandits, from which she gains oatmeal and pipeweed and a bit of enjoyable human contact, but she prefers her own company otherwise. Those who attribute the flattening of the Stumps to the tale of Irshoon often say that the druid has been tasked with standing guard over the long-lost tomb, now buried somewhere nearby, sunk under the sedge and muck of the meadows here.

The springs welling up from the tops of the Stumps and trickling down into the watery lowlands beneath are the origins of the joyous Ripple Pike, which swiftly wends its' shallow and shining way down towards the larger Loagrann, only momentarily losing its' youthful vigor through the mirrored depths of the Colaunt (a deep lake named for an old elven word for a type of wash-basin) deep in the rolling Greypeak foothills, before regaining its' path and joining its' larger cousin north-west of the weathered, hook-shaped crag commonly called Old Nose (not to be mistaken for the smaller outcropping nearby called "Dwarf-Nose"), under which stands the twilight-shaded borders of Narmauth (the House of the Riven Oak), a ruined and defiled temple of Silvanus, now home to the gathering evils of the Flowing Horror.

This "Flowing Horror" feared in these parts is Ilayuun (ILL-ayy-OON), the Green and Ghastly, a sentient, malevolent, billowing cloud of hideous yellowish-green vapors, followed alongside (and inside) by what look to be a gaggle of undead beholderkin (eyeball), rotting and pustulent, and said to have the ability to turn those slain within its' fetid embrace into shambling ghouls, coated with something that appears the color and consistency of a dark green moss. It is unknown where this creature or the name "Ilayuun" comes from, but most claim it to be a living spell (cloudkill) arisen, as was common, from the magical instability of the Time of Troubles. Faithful of Talona, however, say that it is instead the reincarnation of a long-ago priest of their goddess (Ilayn of Prosthar, whose odoriferous emanations were said to make even the trog retch), while the sage Aumaedra of Waterdeep recently declared to have found reference to it in her own translations of the ancient Netherese tome The High Pillars of Shiranku ("shiranku" being the Netherese term for the poisoner's arts), where it may be best described as a direct servant of Fetid Kiputytto. Regardless of what it is or was, Ilayuun currently seems to be gathering power in the Dawn Pass region, especially among orc worshipers of Yurtrus who flock to its' inscrutable banner.


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