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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 several fellow Harpers; the rangers Nlethra "Side-Saddle" (human female, named for her curious way of sitting and playing the yarting, not for her riding style) 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), a few nests of swamp-dragon (alguduir), 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 ogre slug and orc worshipers of Yurtrus who flock to its' inscrutable banner.


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Samtain "Sullenstaff" (LN HM Div7/Psi3)
Old Thunderbrow. Balding pate, bushy black eyebrows, and the wispy remains of a once-masterful waist-length beard. Samtain is an elderly, proud man, whose youthful height now leans heavily on a stout length of ironwood. Despite his age and increasing infirmity, he can still gather up his robes and fix impudent young magelings with the piercing glare that has chilled many a wayward member of the Watchful Order. One of the senior investigators (mages practised in mind-magics, who adjudicate claims of cheating, theft, and deception) of the Order, and a close confidant of the Lady Master Mhair Szeltune.

Samtavyn Samtavarn (N HM F)
A broad-shouldered, bald-headed man with watery blue eyes. A native of Chondath, where he served as a mercenary crossbowman and bodyguard to various nobles. Now the bondservant of the mage Ormithar. A hard-drinking, garrulous man. Sports a vicious scar down the left side of his face, from temple to cleft chin, the result of an altercation between himself and the mercenary Raveneyes.

Sarastul Elphrin
Far-trader of various grains from Amn and the Greenfields. Died in spectacular fashion during The Night Tymora Sneezed, when wild magic caused his carriage to rise up into the air on Julthoon Street, spin about in mid-air and burst asunder into shards of twisted wood and metal, multicolored sparklers and roiling walls of bluish flames. Given that this was the most ostentatious (not to mention malevolent) occurrence of wild magic during the Night, most believe that Sarastul's doom was instead engineered by an opportunistic rival.

Sarshume "She-Wolf" (CN HF War2)
A buxom, thrice-widowed woman with flaming red tresses and a temper to match her nickname. Sarshume is the proprietress of the Horned Pipe Tavern in Dock Ward (Shrimp Alley, south of Pressbow Lane; come for the impromptu sea chantey sing-a-longs, stay for "Three Horseshoes," a tavern game that seems to involve more knives and clubs than horseshoes. Has really good sausage with onion gravy as well). She keeps order with the help of the tankard-tender/bouncer Gamenos (N ½OM War4), a half-orc who makes a tidy side-profit betting on races and fights at the Field of Triumph.

The Seekers of Gleams and Shines
Local adventuring fellowship. Recently returned from delving the Deeper Glooms under the eastern Starmetal Hills, down in a series of caverns so blue and frigid that their weapons broke against the very air. It is there that they claim to have fought numerous undead that shambled under heavy coats of hoarfrost and to have gained the great shining gemstone known as The Snowdrop of Qorsyl, which they are currently shopping around to interested buyers. The Seekers are led by the dwarf "Foambeard" (Dorn Goldglimmer, so named for the pale, ale-color of his hair and beard), but those interested in their prize are directed instead to the Turnback Court domicile of the sage Methos of Neverwinter, whose services they have engaged for this purpose.

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Sargrath's Folly [ Source: A 12/31/13 posting to the Candlekeep.com message boards by Ed Greenwood. Name/Description given ]

Sarintha Thann [ Source: City of Splendors: A Waterdeep Novel. Name/Description given ]

Sartrara Zool [ Source: Broadcryers of Waterdeep III: Know Thy Sources <archive.wizards.com/default.asp?x=dnd/rl/20031001a>. Name/Description given ]


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FAERÛNIAN HAIKU

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Shining summertime
Lost in forests old and green
We dream of elf dreams


The stars tell a tale
As Auril weaves her pattern
Soon the stars grow dim


Sorrowful Autumn
Fruit of field and Men wither
As grim Myrkul laughs


Bugbear and Kobold
Are such things really needed
So many goblins




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Holsten Dwimmerlock
Cormyrean adventurer and illusionist. Author of Dweomers Divers and Holsten's Hornbook. Met his doom roasting inside the Brazen Bull of Marhvost, in the halls of the Talfir-King Nodros. His half-orc henchman Hashknife escaped with both tomes, and later sold them to a mage of Delimbiyran. The tomes, and the burnished speaking-skull of Holsten, lay in the vaults of the Tower of the Watchful Order for a time, until they were stolen in the summer of 1364DR (by the Dragon Mage Maaril, some whisper).

Hombur Hlaemberhaul
Master Far-Trader of the Tenwheels Trading Coster. Remembered today for the common merchant's quip "a decent boldness," popular among the traders and speculators of Waterdeep to express approval of, or to goad someone into, a risky or dangerous business proposition (from the full phrase, "A decent boldness ever meets with favor from the gods").

Rathan Hornshevver (LG HM Aris6/F4)
A Wing Civilar (commander) of the Griffon Guard (Castle Wing). Tall, sun-bronzed, lanky. Rides the griffon named Ready Flight.

Redraven (N HM Adp3/War4)
A mercenary warrior of Uthgardt descent. Close-shaven head, large unkempt black eyebrows and beard. His right eye and the right side of his mouth noticeably sag, the result of a childhood wasting disease. Longbow, shortsword and spear are his preferred weapons. Has some skill with tracking and herblore.

Tovryn "Hammer-Shanks" (LN HM F11)
One of the "Three Old Lions" of Lord's Court (the other two being the retired guardscaptain Durnadrym Tyrfellow, and the noble Kelvar Helmsfast). A long-time hiresword and mercenary captain (now largely retired). Tall and gaunt. Piercing eyes, high cheekbones (the left side marred by severe battle scars). Observes much but says little. A native of the Moonshaes.


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Horingar Nandar (CE HM T3/R12) [ Source: "Dungeon of the Crypt," Eric L. Boyd, Dungeon Magazine #127, p.64. Name/Description/Stats given ]


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* [ 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) ]





Just wondering, your terms or canon? I almost feel like I recognize tolentar. If they're canon, I'm really interested, as I'm literally working right now on two races with relations to caribou/deer/elk, etc....

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Just wondering, your terms or canon? I almost feel like I recognize tolentar. If they're canon, I'm really interested, as I'm literally working right now on two races with relations to caribou/deer/elk, etc....

The terms are mine, I made them up there as I was writing that entry. The general idea of elves-on-antlered-forest-animals is pretty standard fantasy, tho – that one was specifically inspired for me by the visual of Thranduil riding an elk from The Hobbit movies. But it is entirely possible that the word 'tolentar' could already be in use for something else entirely. Perils of a shared universe, and all that.


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Hey, two-year anniversary of this thread! Who knew there were so many people in Waterdeep? (personally, I've already killed half of them off) Well here, if you're still reading, have some pointless NPC-related addendum (navel-gazing, langniappe, you decide!) as a reward. Woo hoo!

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Lustral Blackalbane (NG GF F2/Exp3/Illu6)
A late addition to (and now retired member of) the Knights Errant adventuring fellowship. The rare result of a mixed union between a gnomish mother and a halfling father, though her only noticeable halfling characteristics are a light dusting of downy hair on her feet, and a fairer complexion than most gnomes. Short, cheerful, and always bustling about on some project or other, her luminous green eyes sparkling with mirth. She now dwells in a simple third floor domicile in Trades Ward, above Ilstaryn's Alcove (a bookbinder, scribe-for-hire, and seller of used tomes and rare chapbooks), and the floor-level Merryminstrel's Wander-Round ("The Merry-Min," a Hin tankard house whose provender consists solely of the traditional halfling "cakes and ales" [the small midday repasts otherwise known as brunch, highsunfeast, noon-tea, secondscones and after-lunch]), and keeps a close eye on Shaerendylee, a scullery maid in the kitchens of New Olamn (the daughter of the deceased Knight Tcharess Brandeth, Lustral's former friend and confidant).
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Asmura Darthaun
Local artist. Began her career doing excellent reproductions of the works of the master painter Eglarth of Silverymoon (a variety of beautiful men or women, clad or unclad, popular with Suneites and Lathanderites). Gained noteriety with The Flames of the West Wall, an original piece depicting the defense against the hordes of sea-creatures; this was quickly followed by a commissioned painting showing Lord Marlus Eirontalar in full battle-dress defending the doors of the Palace, a pile of slain fish-men underfoot. While the subject matter was laughable the quality was undeniable, and has led to a flood of highcoin patrons clamoring for their own personal rendition of battle glory.
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Giltrude "Gilly-Merry" Merryminstrel
Proprietor of Merryminstrel's Wander-Round (more commonly called "The Merry-Min"), a Trades Ward Hin-house whose provender consists solely of the traditional halfling "cakes and ales" (the small midday repasts otherwise known as, in rough order, brunch, highsunfeast, noon-tea, secondscones and after-lunch). Giltrude bakes every one of her cakes, but her own personal favorite is the lavender Hin-bread (Hin-bread being a sweet-bread, as the real-world English tea-bread), of a recipe she learned from the smallfolk of the Turmish foothills. During high holidays the Merry-Min also serves sweet-apples (roasted over the flame and then dropped into a bowl of spiced ale to stew for a time before enjoying).
        Has a husband, Emmas, who tends tankards, and four young daughters Cowslip, Buttercup, Meadowsweet, and Agrimony ("Cara," "Bettsy," "Mera," and "Aggie"), who are constantly underfoot. When business at the Wander-Round is slow she sends them all out into the street en masse to call in customers using a well-practiced sales-pitch ("Flour and meal, lard and flame. Fresh from the hearth! Beaten-biscuit, salted bread, root-bread, egg loaf. Get them hot! Mush-bread, crackling bread. Batter cakes, ash cakes, Hin-cakes, gnomekin cakes! Old-style, elf-style, all styles! Fresh from the hearth!").

On the second floor is Ilstaryn's Alcove, a bookbinder, scribe-for-hire, and seller of used tomes and rare chapbooks, whose business is inexorably shifting towards that of book-lending, as his customers seem to prefer taking a tome down to the Merry-Min to peruse over a sweet-cake and a tankard of ale. Ilstaryn is a good scribe and a middling bookbinder, and unfortunately far too accommodating and unconfrontational to put his foot down over this behavior….especially as he enjoys so much when his potential customer returns up the stairs and engages in lengthy conversation about the contents of the book they were just browsing.

The full floor above that is the bright and airy abode of the gnome Lustral Blackalbane, retired member of the Knights Errant fellowship. The focus of her home is her cluttered parlor and her study, now largely one and the same, where she spends her time following various whims and enthusiasms. Her current passion is her studies into the Sunurrenglathra (loosely translated, "where water trickles down a stony, shallow cleft"), a hereticly verbose school of scholarly svirfneblin thought which states that, while one word will suffice, twelve are hallowed, and therefore holier to Callarduran Smoothhands. She has made contact with some deep gnome followers of this doctrine, and hosts them on clandestine visits to the city, where they revel in the ability to speak so freely (and at such length!).

Over her is a floor of apartments divided into two Hin-holes (sized down to the tastes of the Small Folk, a modification done willingly by the owner who can now charge twice for what was formerly one regular flat) rented by the family of Laurelve Brightgirdle (an attendant at Mother Tamra's House of Graces; her father, an aging footman in service to the merchant house of Olmhazan, and her husband, an apprentice to the master baker Brûlth Thunderloaf) and a branch of Helmshighs (married shoe cobbler and peddler of rushes and floor-reeds, and two washerwoman sisters); and the studio of the painter (and current highcoin darling) Asmura Darthaun. Asmura's cat Neska, an enormous tabby decorated with brown coat, magnificent white ruff and black-ringed tail, is lazy, sun-loving, and purrs at the slightest provocation, and has learned quite painfully through an oft-bruised tail not to sleep on the busy floor-level stoop of the Merry-Min, and instead now spends much time roughly bedded down in Lustral's sun-facing window herb-boxes. The gnome quickly learned to close her door to the purring menace, but Neska soon figured out how to claw-climb her way up (or down) to the boxes along the outside of the tallhouse, instead.

And above them all is the cramped, steeply slant-sided abode of the aged "attic-witches" Gonda and Nulae, two spinsters whose sailor husbands (one brother to Gonda and one brother to Nulae; it's a small neighborhood) both died a'sea and who now spend their days weaving and sewing woollen cloth to sell for rent money. Lustral sends up poultices to help with their chills and arthritis, and Asmura often drops in to converse and do sketches of them; she claims the deep crags and lines of their faces and hands have a regal, "dwarven" quality. The pair also simmer a wonderful, thick, root-based stew as their primary daily meal, which the painter readily avails herself of whenever possible.


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Originally posted by J.R.R. Tolkien, Lord Of The Rings: The Return of the King, 'The Last Debate'
"If it is destroyed, then he will fall, and his fall will be so low that none can foresee his arising ever again. For he will lose the best part of the strength that was native to him in his beginning, and all that was made or begun with that power will crumble, and he will be maimed for ever, becoming a mere spirit of malice that gnaws itself in the shadows, but cannot again grow or take shape. And so a great evil of this world will be removed."


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Anakar Moonblaze (CN ½EM F4/T5)
A masterless rogue of mixed Amnian and moon-elven parentage. Cuts a dashing figure of flashing grins, ruddy cheeks, open-to-the-navel tunics (even in the depths of Waterdhavian winters), braided topknot, and gem-encrusted eyepatch (some notice that the glittering patch switches from one eye to the other, from time to time). Once a rather unenthusiastic henchman of the Knights Errant adventurers, now a rather successful sellsword and privateer, having seized control of the freebooter Death's Deliverer with the help of his menacing little compatriot, the gnome Redstone. Anakar and the Deliverer are most often found between the harbors of Waterdeep, Luskan, and the Moonshaen pirate-hold of Gullroosts.

Redstone (NE GM F4)
A snorting, sneering, blackroot-spitting, dour little thug. Has prominent cheeks and stubbled jowls, and deep-set eyes usually concealed by the spike-crested warhelm pulled down over them. "Redstone" (not his given gnomish name) rarely speaks, preferring to let well-timed spits of chew-leaf punctuate any conversation. Little is known of his past, although it is believed that he was raised by a clan of madbeard dwarves and that he has worked for certain Skullport slaving operations. Extremely proficient with the huge iron-banded repeating crossbow habitually slung at his side. The compatriot of Anakar Moonblaze, and currently "Master of Morale and Crew Readiness" aboard the privateer Death's Deliverer.

Shandolphyn (NE greater doppelganger)
"Many-Eyes." A paranoid and malicious mirrorkin. Abandoned their fellows among the Unseen in favor of their own personal quest for power. Before parting ways with Hlaavin and their fellow siblings (who still hunt them vigorously), Shandolphyn was known to have acquired the other-forms of Gornalgus (LN HM W15), the house-mage of noble House Brossfeather and Nueth Elfhavvan (LN HM T2/Exp4), a high-ranking herbalist of the Guild of Apothecaries and Physicians. Prefers to keep hidden in their lair in the City of the Dead and to travel about the city on the hip of a Watch officer or the stomacher of a noble courtier, courtesy of a stealsteel spell. In their natural form they still possesses the upper-body tattooing common to the doppelgangers of the Unseen, albeit in lesser amount.

Tabra "Flametongue" (LG HF T3/F4)
Daughter of the former Ward Civilar of Dock Ward, Mane Avarast. Inherited both his appetite for wine and dice and his rather outspoken, abrasive nature. Lively blue eyes, great mane of honey-blonde hair. Fair skin, rosy cheeks. Strong chin. She currently serves as a civilar (captain) of the Griffon Guard (Blue Wing). Rides the griffon named Damara.

Taeladar Raungrim (CG ½EM Ra4/B2)
A half-elf of flashing eyes, prominent cheekbones, wide grin, and cheerful disposition. He is a talented singer of songs and maker of jests. His father, Olovren the "Old Owl," is a prominent and influential member of Twilight Hall in Berdusk. A member of the Swords of the Lucky Lady adventuring fellowship.

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Reldra Wyntersar [ Source: Forging The Realms: I Gloat In Your General Direction!, <dnd.wizards.com/articles/features/i-gloat-your-general-direction>. Name/Description given ]

Taalmuth Chaadren [ Source: Character Profile: Tsarra Chaadren, <ww2.wizards.com/books/mirrorstone/Article.aspx?doc=fr_blackstaffcp>. Name/Description given ]

Taeril Mallowbridge [ Source: A 01/12/09 posting to the Candlekeep.com message boards by Ed Greenwood. Name/Description given ]

Taeros Hawkwinter (NG HM [Tethyrian] B3) [ Source: City of Splendors: A Waterdeep Novel and "New Olamn Bard College," Elaine Cunningham, Dragon Magazine #335, p.28. Name/Description/Stats given ]

Talag Ilvastarr [ Source: "The Eye of the Dragon," Ed Greenwood, Realms of Magic. Name/Description given ]

Talantra Malalkin [ Source: A 12/25/05 posting to the Candlekeep.com message boards by Ed Greenwood. Name/Description given ]


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Gnarro Horvenhavvan (LG GM Aris3/Illu4)
Speaker (ambassador) for the Lord of Ulversdeeping (the gnomish suzerain of the Forgotten Folk settlements north of Secomber). An aged, scarred gnome of heavy dignity. Appears as weathered and knotted as the sturdy length of oak he uses to walk with. Often accompanied by the gnomish knight Haramus "Greatsword."

Gosttever Hornstaff (LN HM Aris8/P2 of Siamorphe)
The Voice of the Divine Right, Herald of the Temple. Slender, wiry build. Keeps his fine, noticeably-receeding black hair coiffed in all the latest fashions. Has intense blue eyes often hooded by a brow knotted in concentration or annoyance. Was once a master duelist and honor-sword in the courts of Tethyr, before the Ten Black Days. "Royal Gost" and his rapier (a thin length of everbright enchanted steel) are well-known in both the villas and gambling parlors of the Upper Wards.

Gwendalrûne Sashenscaleer (CN[G] HF F4/B9)
The Defiant Word, Mother Sashen. Senior-most Harper operative active in the city. Stocky, broad-shouldered. A fiery, passionate, charismatic speaker. Wears her graying hair pulled back into a loose bun. Lost one husband to the horrors of Myrkul's Legion, and another to the depths of the Undermountain (to which he was sentenced for Crimes Against the Lords). A common sight in the streets and courts and tankard houses of the city. Loudly agitates against the Lords, the noble houses, and most wealthy merchants. Famed for backing her incendiary words with fists or naked steel (especially when confronted by the armsmen of insulted lordlings). Accompanied by an ever-changing group of utterly loyal street urchins, novice bardlings, and Harper aspirants. Wears a gold ring on her right big toe which allows her to heal rapidly from even the most egregious wounds.

Haralastra
A lithe, acrobatic, flamboyant social climber of the first order. A recent darling of Waterdhavian society due to the play "Lastra 'Neath The Waves," based on her fanciful travelogue of the same name (a purportedly true tale of her abduction during the Sea Invasion of 1369DR, and travel to the Drowned City of Ngurgogoth and accompanying cruel fish-folk and dashing, lusty mermen bravos and such). The highlight of the play is a rather ribald underwater interspecies bacchanalia, which only the finest festhalls and noble patrons can afford to do justice to via aerial acrobats and hired glimspinners.

Haramus "Greatsword" (LG GM F9)
A famed knight in the service of the Lord of Ulversdeeping (the gnomish suzerain of the Forgotten Folk settlements north of Secomber). His nickname is used in jest in human lands (relating to his small stature), but it is quite an honorific epithet among the gnomes of the region. He now serves his lord from a distance, as an unofficial ambassador and "martial envoy" to Lord Piergeiron. Accompanied by his squires, the gnomes Willby (LN GM War1/T2) and Ghardo Greyrock (LG GM F3).

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Maraleth Naleira Althorn Ulbrinter
A noble of House Ulbrinter (second-eldest daughter of Nomus and Karya). Raven-black hair, crystal blue eyes. Slender and graceful, with a long, narrow face whose advancing wrinkles and drooping lines makes her look far older than her actual years. In her younger days she was grandly titled "The Brightest Rose of Kythorn" by the master bard Ammathan Var, and has taken every opportunity since to remind those around her of it (and of the off-the-cuff lyrics he composed for her at the same time). Suffers greatly under perceived slights, and makes sure that everyone takes notice through exaggerated sighs and wounded suffering. Plays the Moonshae harp very well, her only true passion aside from red wines and pointless social one-upmanship. Wife of Cadast Helmsfar. Has a son, Harlhawk, and a daughter, Ulaerha.

Cadast Helmsfar
(CAY-dast) Husband of Maraleth Ulbrinter. Father of Harlhawk and Ulaerha. Scion of the once-promising merchant house of Helmsfar (of Tethyr, since laid low and bankrupted in mercantile dispute with the ruthless coin-king Colnd Hurthblaer of Amn). A great schemer, manipulator, and opportunist whose blessing is a quick mind for business opportunities, and whose curse is a terrible mind for money, and the ruinous lack of ability to sense windfall from swindle. Exiled (in the discreet noble sense, along with wife and children and an appropriate level of household staff) to the Ulbrinter country estate of Alder Hawk (in the Nalshpar Vale, outside Crimmor) after one too many failed ventures leveraged with Ulbrinter coin (the last being a financed scheme to buy up as much treeless, hewn-down rocky slope and windblown moor on the island of Orlumbor as he could get his hands on, with the intent to introduce vast herds of goat and rothé on this new acreage, to provide meat and wool to the populace of Waterdeep and the other northern cities. Would probably have succeeded, if not for the great wyrm that swept down and ate all the newly-purchased livestock, same as the last three ventures to try the exact same undertaking).
        Proud, overbearing, and completely sure of his own convictions. Does have quite the silvered sales pitch, though. Currently looking for that 'one true venture' that will tear open the heavens and rain down coin, and show those Ulbrinters up Waterdeep-way the error of their judgement. This may or may not involve adventurers and the lair of a certain long-slumbering deepspawn, legendary for disgorging legions of battle-ready warriors fit for mercenary work, that an acquaintance of his just so happens to know the location of.

Harlhawk Irlevvur "Fisher" Ulbrinter
A young noble of House Ulbrinter. Proud, introverted, sullen; his face always hot and red from slights real and (mostly) imagined. Has two names and hates both of them, and a small-name (Fisher, same as Harlhawk, the grandsire whose first name he bears) he detests as well. Would very much like to be called "Roldrake," after his favorite chapbook ne'er-do-well, but still bears the stinging laughter from the last time he broached the subject to his family. Greatly desires the power to put those who he imagines to have wronged him "in their place." Probably for the best that he has not demonstrated any aptitude for The Art. Thus far.

Ulaerha Mardra Aoghna Ulbrinter
(ull-AIR-hah, as she is called in Waterdeep, not oo-LAIR-hey, the traditional Moonshaen pronunciation) A young noble of House Ulbrinter. Has the same crystal-blue eyes and raven-black hair as her mother. Impulsive, dreamy, and full of fierce childlike loyalty to her immediate family and most especially her older brother. Saw a picture of The Red Knight in one of her brother's illustrated books, all arrayed in crimson and atop a magnificent shining warhorse and thought it the most wonderful thing. Currently desiring to learn to ride and leap and adventure on a steed of her own.
        Of Ulaerha's other names, Mardra was the dowager aunt who shocked all of Waterdhavian society by taking up with a dwarf – a dwarf! – and absconding to Sundabar before being memory-holed by the Ulbrinters. But she was always close to Maraleth and always made sure to send her a little packet of her favorite rubies every Dumathoin's Day. Aoghna was, for a brief period of about 1359 and 1360DR, perhaps the most common primary or second name for little girl babes of the nobility. It started with the new mother and social trend-setter Luthendra Stormweather, who claimed it to mean "Glory of Ao," in veneration of the great inescapable voice booming out over Mount Waterdeep, which caused her to give birth at that very moment, an eponym which signalled an auspicious future that neither men nor gods could deny. These days it has fallen hard out of favor and is considered an embarrassing reminder of a moment in popular culture (the Realms-equivalent of naming your kid Khaleesi, say).

Emfaunra
Native of Tethyr. Prissy, thrifty. Believes herself apace with high fashions, but discreetly mocked for constantly sporting garments and ornamentations at least two seasons out-of-style. Currently Grandess (governess and Master of Keys) of Alder Hawk, the Ulbrinter estate in the Nalshpar Vale, outside Crimmor, Amn. Precise, demanding (of both her staff, down to the lowliest muck-boy and of her young 'noble' charges), unyielding. Most at the 'Hawk believe her to have extra straps of Loviatar's Reminders tightly-wound about her concealed flesh, but in truth she prefers Ilmater and Siamorphe and is simply exacting at her position. Once held the office of Calinticer (KAL-en-TICER; 'The Summoner of Cakes and Custards' in the common tongue) at the court of Maresknurl, Supreme Demander of Grandakh (the garrison-town overlooking Valshada, in the Marching Mountains foothills), before losing favor (the burl-lemon custard in a cascade of colorful parfaits caused great distress to the Demander and six of his seven mistresses), losing her position, and very nearly losing her life to an ensuing sentence of drowning in the white swirls of the River of Ice (fortunately for her she is Sollarsfair, 'for a child born on St. Sollars' Day can neither be hanged nor drowned').
        Emfaunra sees Mistress Maraleth as her best chance of leaving the rotten plowfields of the Vale (and the South in general) and arriving at the golden doorstep of the legendary City of Splendors, and so makes her Lady the sole exception to her strict measures, pampering and flattering her as much as humanly possible. She also recognizes quite clearly that her main obstacle in this endeavor is the continued flailing schemes and spectacular failures of the Lady's lord, Cadast. Indeed, something simply must be done about him.


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Sereven Falconhollow
Son of Dursus Falconhollow. A knight of the Lathanderite Castellan Order. Dark, oval-faced. Keen, shrewd eyes. Closely trimmed hair, small dark moustache. Bears his father's shortsword (Talbran) and shield (Bright Bezear), both of ancient Dardathan make (and both of +1 enchantment; the latter of which also provides a +3 on save vs. poison while grasped).

Shalmeira Thelthryn
Priestess of Umberlee. A native of Ruathym. Officiated the Fleetswake Festival of 1370DR after her master, the Dread Wavelord Hazenlyn, was slain on Fleetswake eve. Soon after, she was deemed lacking by the Storm Prelate, a roving "holy inquisitor" of Umberlee, and returned to Ruathym, leaving her fellow junior Umberlant Meritid Archneie as the ranking priest of the Bitch Queen in the city.

Shaltana Blackdolphin
The Bloody Black Lady of the Waves. The last self-appointed queen of the southern Sea Reavers. Her depredations reached their height in the summer of 1324DR, when the ships under her command encircled and attacked the floating realm-ship of Thardargha, slaughtering its' Eldathyn inhabitants and burning the waterborne abbey to the waterline. It is widely believed that The Blackdolphin still rides the sea waves to this day, as the Master of a ghost ship full of spectral wights sponsored by the Bitch-Queen Umberlee.

Tulkantar of the Stag Horns
Long-ago ranger-lord of the High Forest, perished defending his hold and the numerous small elven settlements of the woods from an advancing goblin horde. The Harpstone of Heroes' Garden (a weathered hardstone menhir roughly the size of a small man or large dwarf, the only distinguishing mark of which is a simple crescent moon and harp carved into its' northern side. If the stone is struck with a pebble, stick, or other small object, it audibly twangs like a plucked chord from a harp) is believed to mark his gravesite. If so, it may also hide the location of the Suulblade and the Starshield of Tuerth, the enchanted relics that Tulkantar was known to have borne. Potential treasure-seekers take heed; the Watch, local Harper operatives, and the faithful of Mielikki and Silvanus all take a dim view of anyone attempting to despoil either the area around the Harpstone or the rest of the Gardens.

Tuthglas "Mallowsides"
Proprietor of Rorgell's Roost, a South Ward tankard house (west-side Slop Street, south of Fillet Lane). He also offers beds in a second-floor flophouse, which serve mostly drovers and caravan hands, as well as a few long-term, down-on-their-luck locals (technically, "Rorgell's" is the tankard house, and "The Roost" is the flop, but no one cares enough to make the distinction). Rotund, with great fleshy jowls, fingers, and belly, source of his nickname. Balding, combed-over hair, warm brown eyes. Secretly serves as a contact for the Black Network, passing along coded messages and arranging for the safekeeping of minor coin and items. Has a wife, Arskla (short, plump; black hair, round face scarred and pocked by illness) who earns small side coin brewing and selling love-potions and herbal ointments that aid in the "lover's arts" (lubricants and stiffeners, to put it less delicately) at the Market.

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Shaltana Blackdolphin
The Bloody Black Lady of the Waves. The last self-appointed queen of the southern Sea Reavers. Her depredations reached their height in the summer of 1324DR, when the ships under her command encircled and attacked the floating realm-ship of Thardargha, slaughtering its' Eldathyn inhabitants and burning the waterborne abbey to the waterline. It is widely believed that The Blackdolphin still rides the sea waves to this day, as the Master of a ghost ship full of spectral wights sponsored by the Bitch-Queen Umberlee.




So, are you essentially saying some kind of flaoting city of Thardargha? If so, what are you picturing?

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quote:
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Shaltana Blackdolphin
The Bloody Black Lady of the Waves. The last self-appointed queen of the southern Sea Reavers. Her depredations reached their height in the summer of 1324DR, when the ships under her command encircled and attacked the floating realm-ship of Thardargha, slaughtering its' Eldathyn inhabitants and burning the waterborne abbey to the waterline. It is widely believed that The Blackdolphin still rides the sea waves to this day, as the Master of a ghost ship full of spectral wights sponsored by the Bitch-Queen Umberlee.




So, are you essentially saying some kind of flaoting city of Thardargha? If so, what are you picturing?



Well now burned to water level so not much to see.

As to what AJA did say was a ship of the realm, an abby ship was attacked.
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So, are you essentially saying some kind of flaoting city of Thardargha? If so, what are you picturing?

Kentinal has it correct as a floating temple or abbey. A number of concentric "rings," linked by arched bridges; one of fruit trees, one of small food-and-herb gardens, and the innermost section a tiered circle of cells and vaults and libraries, and up through them all a great tree whose canopy towers over, providing shade. Two great scalene triangle "sails" curving up on either side of the outer ring, providing movement (powered by wind and devotion and hymn, "steered" by the roots of the great tree, which extend below the water like a series of rudders).

This tree, called Naedauthra by the Eldathyn, drew salt out of the seawater which is why it's leaves were white. And why its sap tasted like (and, after a little massaging by the clerics, had the consistency of) saltwater taffy. Naedauthra was said to have been a sapling of Druskhath the Steadfast Spire, one of The Four Splinders, the four surviving branches of Nelebrimmaur, the First Ent, sundered and quartered by Bahgtru during the War of Elf and Orc. Rumor has it that a similar seedling of Naedauthra was spirited off the doomed abbey (by priest or reaver changes with the telling); such a lesser essence would be too weak to work such floating wonders as its parent, but would still be of great sorcerous value nonetheless.
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Well now burned to water level so not much to see.

Well, yes, but, that's not entirely true;

The "hull" of the abbey was formed of spell-toughened and element-resistant woods and, while it did indeed sink under the waves, it now forms the basis of quite the lovely coral-and-kelp garden on the seabed below (E'ean Andeledreth, "where the waters flame with glimmering golden light, and all of Trishina's mirthful children dance and sing"). The local sea elves maintain it in honor of the goddess and keep it as a safe refuge for a multitude of schools of flashing iridescent fish native to the Shining Sea, and as a safe-meeting place for the less vicious underwater races. The long, purple-green seaweed harvested here by the sea elves is also one of the primary sources of the ardth-weed of Tharsult, from which blows smoke green and pungent, brought to shore in trade and sun-dried in lattices and roof canopies across the city and farmsteads of Nlintar, on the south-western shore of that island.


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Toal Assumblade
Master (captain) of the Waterdhavian naval raker Umbersails. Wild-bearded, fair-skinned. Ruddy cheeks and broad shoulders. Short-tempered, restless.

Torst the Black-Booted
Former Ward Civilar of Dock Ward (1352 - 1358DR). Refused to be challenged or gainsaid. Encouraged his men (who came to be called "Ready-Clubs" and "Nogg-Crackers") to be aggressive and overbearing when dealing with all Ward denizens. Slain by Myrkul's Minions during the Time of Troubles.

Torst Halthast
A senior member of the Watchful Order (holds the office of Accomplished Master of Evocations). Tall, dark-eyed, sallow-skinned. Calm and unflappable, marvelous skills of persuasion. Owns successful businesses in Red Larch (wagonwheels, axles, harness and repairs) and Rassalantar (rental landlord and farm investor, investing in land and crops sewn and reaped by others). These concerns are overseen by factors hired by Torst, but he ceaselessly checks and re-checks all of their ledgers and reports. He also owns a hunting lodge north of Red Larch and is famed for the raucous, debauched parties he throws there.

Torst Rulthaero (NG HM B2/P7 of Valkur)
Captain of the Wynd Fiddler, a freebooter which plys the sealanes between Waterdeep and the Moonshaes. Of average height, with a strong build and bronzed skin. Thin lips and sharp grey eyes. Has a quick wit and an excellent sense of humor. Married to the "water-witch" Yajelene of the Blue Winds (CN water genasiF T1/Sor8). A friend of the Red Sashes, ferries persons and items of interest to contacts in the court of Pwylloch Greatheart, on Snowdown Isle.

Tulg "Tree-Roarer"
Hill giant. Famed for his thunderous yell, which was said to bend the tops of even the mightiest old oaks. Boasted a wicked chain of twenty spiked, metal-encased dwarf skulls. Slain by the adventurer Faen Farrior. His lesser brothers Tolg and Glun still menace travellers on the Tanthiron Trace (Old Helmo's Walk) southwest of Triboar, allied with a settled warband of bugbears.


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The Society of Stags
Private upper-room club and secret infernal cult in the service of the deposed arch-fiend Zar-Yarr of the Clenching Eyes (whose sigil is the many-pointed antlers of the stag, and whose visage sports multiple eyes, across face, palms, and upper chest, the orbs within the lids all replaced with hungry, sharp-toothed maws). It is whispered in the most heretical circles that Zar-Yarr was some sort of fallen servitor or corrupted aspect of the god Oghma, who delved too deeply into knowledge forbidden by the gods, and in doing so gained the secrets of deceit and treachery, before being cast down into the Hells. Society members are lured in with the promise of ways to advance themselves and to hurt their enemies, through the dark spreading of poisoned whispers or the revelation of deep-hidden secrets, or the forbidden teachings of wretched Words of Power.
        The Stags were never that numerous, but in recent times their number has shrunk even smaller due to vicious fighting with faithful of the Binder and attempts at domination by other cultists of Gargauth and Cyric. In Waterdeep itself they now number some dozen members, including their leader, the festhall performer, high-coin escort, and dark seductress Rorastra "Ruby-Red."

Sungulf
Half frost-giant warrior and woodsman, of the Hold of Nimoar. A seer and prophet who recieved visions of the same religious potency as Augathra and Alaundo, though his were concerned less with men and the matters of wars and kingdoms and more with nature and the unceasing tide of seasons and cycles. After his death he was deemed by the clergy of Chauntea to be a holy servant of the Harvest-Mother, sent to Faerûn to speak her truths. His bones are long lost to the glacial heights of the North, but there is a grove consecrated to his memory that now falls within the walled boundaries of the Goldenfields (a stand of close-grown poplar and alder, named in elvish Ierilentanthriel [EER-el-ENN TANN-thriel], "Where Fall the Coldest Rays of the Sun," where the phantoms of the faraway roar of gales through the pines and the strange, sonorous trilling of unknown birds echo faintly in the dappled light).
        His 'holiest' utterances were later compiled in what is called Sungulf's Book of Dreams, most notably "The Visions of Rivers" ('steel rains move upwards as the waters of memory flow ever down and on towards the golden immutable light of the sun' in particular, a passage long coopted by expansionists like Raurlor to justify their dreams of empire) and a lesser series, "Rhymes of the Waterfalls," which some say predicted the regrowth of the High Forest and also of upcoming, far-ranging, perhaps cataclysmic, changes to weather patterns and seasonal cycles across the North.

Sweep (CN HM War2)
Large, uncouth former chimney sweep (hence his name). Leader of the Wineheads, a minor South Ward street gang. Fat face and jowls, dark, staring eyes. Lips constantly pulled back in ready sneer or swear. The right side of his head and ruinous right ear are given over to angry, purple scars. Seconded by his lieutenant, the vicious and sadistic hin, "Mighty Thwack."

Swords of the Lucky Lady
An adventuring band recently returned to the city after a forth-faring to ruined Ascore (they sought to find there the caged prison of The Rooster That No Storm Can Tame, the legendary welcomed awakener of Hlaungadath, "whose comb was of sun-rays and flame," but they recieved only death and regret instead). Led by the warrior Eleskar Longhelder (CN HM F6). Other surviving members include the sorceress Raesalra "Hurlstars," the half-elven ranger Taeladar Raungrim, and the Tymorite priest Dulncathus (CG HM P4 of Tymora).

Sydar (NG HM F3)
An armar (sergeant) of the Watch. A bit dull, but possessed of a dogged, unswerving loyalty. [ Source: Marco Volo: Departure, p.11. Name/Occupation/Stats given. Additional detail by me. ]

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Sydon [ Source: "Fire is Fire," Elaine Cunningham, Realms of the Deep. Name/Description given ]

Sylull Cassalanter [ Source: The novel Silverfall: Stories of the Seven Sisters. Name/Description given ]


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Five Random Passages Found Among the Books of The Librarium, Room #28 of The Undermountain ('ware the [REDACTED]!)
"Here is the beginning of a celebrated novel: 'Comedy is a game played to throw reflections upon social life, and it deals with human nature in the drawing-rooms of civilised men and women.' You do not want to read any more of that novel. It is not at all like a good old romance of knights and dragons and enchanted princesses and strong wars. The knights and ladies would not have looked at such a book, all about drawing-rooms."
        Preface, The Red Romance Book, Edited by Andrew Lang, 1921

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"Come not with careless feet
To tread my dungeons unfrequented ways
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        "Halaster the Mad"
        opening monologue of the popular Waterdhavian play,
        The Unwelcome Barghest


"Or, as they say in hobgoblin, 'Nos shrin zadu, da kidäzu nakh quo'ho kakth'" [1]
        A Look Into The Mind of The Organized Orc [2]
        Emmelgond of Mrinshander, the Shivering Sage of Impiltur
        Year of the Wistful Nymph, 1028DR
[1] Can be used two ways; in the older, more solemn sense of "never promise anything to anyone you cannot kill," and in the more modern, casual "you were never promised a rose garden, you maggot"
[2] "the organized orc" has long been a common sage-name for hobgoblins, in reference to their unusual discipline, central planning, and advanced military tactics


"In truth, I have no use for Elminster – just as I am sure that he has no use for me."
The stones of the lintel and spandrels behind his chair shimmered and perceptibly shifted and a sudden, dry voice asked, "Are ye so sure, to be sure?"
        Elminster In the Autumn-Tide
        Volothamp Geddarm
        unpublished short novel
        last seen, or heard excerpt of, 1355DR


"Some men call me 'meddler'; some men call me 'mage.' In the course of my long service to the Goddess, I have never discerned a difference."
        Khelben "Blackstaff"
        Conversations In the Lair of the Great Wyrm Authundaskra
        as overheard and later scribed by his apprentice, Irrym Sulanheer
        Year of the Snow Winds, 1335DR


"Where sunless rivers weep
And carry the dead, below the 'Deep
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        closing stanza of the poem, Muraea's Lament
        dedicated to the folly of youth and of adventurers, both lost in number to the depths of the Undermountain
        Maxeene "the Flute" Rhiosann, Lady Voice of The Council of Musicians, Instrument-Makers, and Choristers
        Year of the Helm, 1362DR


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Jaster Winterwink (LG HaM Adp2 of Arvoreen)
The youngest son of the Hin merchant Bendym Winterswink and an aspiring adherent of Arvoreen. Reserved, reliable, and incredibly insecure of himself, except when in defense or encouragement of his friends. Bond-brother of the rogue Halvas "Halfhand." Jaster dreams of joining the Watch and defending the growing Hin community around Snail Street, either as a local patrolman or as an orsar (an envoy to guilds, citizen groups and noble families, a prisoner escort, or an honor guard).

Jastra Blynthard
Proprietor of Jastra's Flame of Hope (small ground-floor chandlery, Tulmaster's Street, South Ward. In addition to the usual plain white tallows of all size and shape it also offers a variety of carved, colored, and scented candles, scented incense in block and stick, and the rare Charlatan's Sticks, favored by sleight-of-hand artists and tricksters for the clouds of colored smoke and sparks they produce when lit). A tiny woman of good humor, dancing green eyes, and a slowly fading fey beauty. Jastra has never been married, although not for lack of suitors. She is sometimes said to be a witch or feyspell, and her enemies often spread rumors that the candles she sells are enchanted to curse or enspell their owners. Nonetheless, she is well liked in the bazaars and back-alley markets of South and Trades Wards, which she visits daily. Any news or gossip she hears on her rounds is soon passed on to Jurisk Ulhammond, her contact with the Red Sashes. [ Source: City of Splendors - Who's Who In Waterdeep, p.92. Name/Occupation given. Additional detail by me. ]

Jesshyra of Daggerford (CG HF Exp3/Sor4)
(Jess-HEER-ah) A vendor of perfumes and "crushscent" (aromatic) sachets, well-known in the back-alley bazaars and street markets of the city. A short, round-faced, and rosy-cheeked woman with curly auburn hair and keen blue eyes. Jesshyra habitually dresses in colorful, many-pocketed robes, and a multitude of silver jewelry. A lover of music and collector of plant lore. She is very civic-minded and is quick to offer aid or advice to the citizens of Trades and Castle Wards, as well as helping other merchants and street-vendors in matters large or small.

The Jester's Ghost of Gaustus Street
An apparition of a small, shabbily-dressed child of unnaturally long, gaunt limbs. Those viewing the malevolent spirit have been known to suffer an effect remarkably similar to the mage spell Tasha's Uncontrollable Hideous Laughter, rather than the normal fear/aging affects of such ghosts and spectres.

Jhaelen Redfletching
A native of Red Larch, and one of Tcharess Brandeth's "Merry Bold Maidens." Black-haired and black-eyed. Has a rather deep, raspy voice. Gained both her bow Felolos (a longbow of accuracy +1) and her companion, the opalescent clockwork dragonet Durros, from a trip through The Place Between Places, a legendary Netherese extradimensional safehold. Now a neophyte member of Force Grey, active in the Waterdhavian Guard "gauntlets" that roam the Dessarin valley.

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Janessra Haeleeyaro [ Source: A 04/08/20 Twitter reply to @TheEdVerse by Ed Greenwood. Name/Description given ]

Jaszmaeril Sultlue [ Source: Ed Greenwood Presents: Elminster's Forgotten Realms, p.130. Name/Description given ]

Jessra Belabranta [ Source: City of Splendors: A Waterdeep Novel. Name/Description given ]

Jhaax Dolbruin (NG HM Ra7) [ Source: "The Reports From Undermountain," Steven Schend, Dragon Magazine #227, p.15. Name/Description/Stats given ]


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MISC'LLANEA
May or may not have anything to do with Waterdeep or NPCs. Probably don't.
( Merry Christmas, one and all. 'Ware any goblins coming down your chimney in the next few days, Santa hat or no....)

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Ulsketh Aulantar, The Night of Clear Starlight
(ULL-sketh Awl-ANN-tar) When The Great Silver Lamp of the Heavens (Selûne) and The Calm and Cloudless Eye (Coliar) draw into perfect celestial alignment and the ineffable boundaries are marked, of Faerûn and The Void Beyond, in clear geometric lines from the stars to the land, closing the ways to the Negative Planes and weakening the power of the restless dead. The Planes of Law shine forth this night, bright and invisible, while Chaos and its agents draw themselves down deeper into the Hidden Places of the world until the next day resumes and all confluences diverge and draw apart again.


The Storm-Glades
Amid the dim labyrinth of elms and bird-haunted beech-woods that comprise the east-middle Reaching Woods are a close series of clearings held holy to Talos that have long drawn the ire and fiercest energies of any passing thunderstorms. The vegetation here, burned and bowed and blackened, is constantly lashed during these times by rolling lightning strikes and the strongest roiling storm-blows. This is said to be the place where the storm-god long ago made camp and rested, gathering his strength after The Long Frost, when the goddess Auril first challenged her bonds of servitude and turned the stormclouds of Talos to her own icy purpose. While the local wildlife and any weatherwise druids and rangers take pain to avoid these clearings, wizards come here on occasion to work enchantments and bindings that deal with lightning and force and fury, and the cruel glitterings of magical destruction. Only the most powerful of such mages find success though, as they often find themselves in conflict with faithful of the Storm-Lord, who make pilgrimage here to worship and revel in the deific powers of their god.


Araskanthûr, Where The Trees Glow Bright In The Gloaming
(Aras-KAAN-thoor) A little open space or glade with elder trees all around it, alit with the dappled warmth of the sun at noon and with soft, silvery light at dusk. These trees are very old and moss-bearded and grown quite bent, with long, twisted boughs hung down almost to the ground. They rustle softly and very quietly these elder trees, whispering secrets of the moon and the origins of the forest animals, and of Midsummer Eve and the faerie neem and the Hundred Important Stars. But nobody has been along with the Talent to listen to these trees for two whole Ages of Man, not since the elf Emfaunaril made habit of camping here and conversing long through the changing seasons. But he was a Grand Druid and was challenged for his office and died from the wounds he received there, refusing all offer of magical healing, and so there has been no one come along to listen to the words of the elder trees since.


"Sweetwind"
The western tanager familiar of Bagras the Mage (or Bagras Starnspells, one of the seven apprentices who took their surnames from the ruined-in-spellflame Starnspells mage academy of Elturel, now resident in Scornubel). The "author" of The Things I Am Accustomed To (1366DR, as told to and transcribed by Davvar Thundbuck, Recorder First Rank of Deneir).

His mother was awakened by a druid of her acquaintance that was quite fond of her; she did not join him as bonded companion, but his arcane generosity certainly enabled her to put her flock into proper order – the fierce battle cry of pit-er-ill! still strikes fear into even the greatest hunting hawk who dared wander into her demense! Going further, his great-great-great grandfather (matrilineal), colloquially known as Bright Balo, made habit of drinking from a deep well in an elven temple-ruin lost in the southern Wood of Sharp Teeth, whose waters were once widely-reputed to be of magical clarity and good cheer and his wings beat faster and his facial plumage was brighter than any other as a result. Finally, not one but two of his many-times great-grandsires on his father's side were chosen by the goddess Mielikki, tasked with delivering her divine will, if not her actual words, to those faithful who needed a moment of guidance. Such a lineage would serve to puff out any tanager's chest-feathers, and his is storied enough to rank him foremost among even those rare creatures who would call themselves familiar – but, as Sweetwind is quick to inform any other bonded companion he encounters, this is truly an alliance of like-minded equals, and not simply a matter of some two-leg playing with his magical pet.


The Green-Shadowed Firs
That series of elder woods in the High Forest, hard to the south-east of Lothen, the lost City of Silvered Spires,where the red-throated thrush are well-known to be in the service (if not the thrall) of the Maiden of Eldritch Melodies (whose terrible enchantments come couched in the sweet tones of the swallow's titter, the robin's whistle, the wood-dove's coo, the thrush's song, and many other a familiar pleasant note). The Maiden was once the elven wizardess Narethnae, a defender of Eaerlann and Lothen, but now only exists as a vengeful and terrible remnant, a spellshade or dark shee who appears sweet and of Lawful quality to tresspassers in her shadowed bowers, before she overwhelms them and drags them down to her awful, frightful charnel pit where only a grisly death awaits. The orcs that lair in the region learned long ago to avoid these terrible eaves, where the boughs and the bird nests alike are strung through with enough ivoried shards of bone to enable the Maid to see and hear even the very thoughts of those who enter un-warded, though there are still foolish treasure-seekers, human and elf and dwarf alike, who come hunting the powerful relics of Siluvanede she is rumored to have gathered to her, in the green shadows.


Farathae Fire-Winged
The Flower That Blooms (Of Pearl and Gold). High priestess of Sune (House of the Sunset Gates, at the former Tethan royal palace of Summersails). Celadrin (planetouched union of elf and eladrin). Flame-red hair, bronze skin, golden eyes (both iris and pupil). A fervid devotee of other-planar fashions; currently sporting a bristling "moustache" of silver, razor-edged knife blades, and geometric spirals of tiny garnet chips glued under both eyes, and cloaks herself with a musk of oxsblood and strong tidal breezes. Unlike many of her celadrin kin, Farathae felt herself called to the faith of Sune over Hanali Celanil [ Note: For info on celadrin, see "Legacies of Ancient Empires: Planetouched of Faerûn," Eric L. Boyd, Dragon Magazine #350 ]. Bears the ancient device known as The Coil of Unthreaded Colors, though its Chaotic energies wear on her considerably, and contribute to her mood swings and erratic behavior.


The House of the Sunset Gates
Temple and grounds dedicated to Sune at the former Tethan royal palace of Summersails, just south of the White Crests of Azstaran, the massive chalky sea-cliffs that guard the approach to the Ithalmouth and the city of Zazesspur (Azstarann was an independent realm formed after the retreat of the Calishites and later conquered [razed & salted] by the Tethyrian legions around -250DR). Long-abandoned and war-torn and only inhabited now by the temple priestesses, arrayed in great magnificence, who wear flowing, black-hooded garments of shimmering silver and large pink-slashed sleeves, bound tightly by upper armbands and halter of beaten bronze, and beaded pearl stomacher; and their temple guardians, adorned with black-braided epaulets and ceremonial gauze muzzles, green tunics and hose, and their huge gold-latticed shields and gold-headed staves; those dedicated faithful whose lives are utterly bound to the unfolding canvas and complicated oaths of their orders.

Summersails itself was ordered built by the princess Roumrada, a permanent celebration of her victory over her four brothers, and dedicated to both the Royal House and to the goddess Sune from the beginning. Construction was ordered under the aegis of the master elven builder Aehaerla, and featured his trademark hooked sweeping roof-lines, balconies and balustrades and great scalloped roof-tiles, and was landscaped in endless pink-and-white rose-mallows by the soon-to-be-ennobled Brantharn Hunabar. There are altars here, numerous in number throughout the grounds, to which the priestesses make offerings of shorn hair and sunflower oil and tender sweetbreads all of which, when burnt, produce thick clouds that smell sweet and milky. Some are of stone spherical in shape, in echo of the curves of the goddess, and some fashioned of great bronze wall-hanging wheels from which dangle many-colored threads and cordage, beaded and knotted.

The grounds that lead gently down to the sea, once great confusing mazes of rose-mallow and morendil, are now cultivated groves given over to the thorny aerask, the white mantis tree, said to have been delivered to the priests long ago by the goddess herself in her great swan-headed barge Ralausk from lands far across the waves, which yields wonderful aromatic wood for smoking meats and fish; broad, thick leaves which produce oils used in skin creams, perfumes and soaps, and potions said to relieve persistent coughs, stiff muscle and aching joints and general age-related issues; and great drooping purple-tinged flowers from whose white pollen the nearby apiaries craft a nectar used to ferment a heady mead rivalled only by the most masterful Hin brewers of Swan Eroth or Surlond in the Purple Hills.

The long, languid sea-approach to Summersails is guarded from pirates and reavers by giant mantis-wyrms (mantis shrimp), who love the bark of the aerask and give it its Common-name. They congregate here in the warmth of the Sunset Bay, Sune's Shallows, where they migrate up from the Shining Sea, after their mating seasons are over.


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