Description and History
I, Duriel was born in the month of Uktar, the rotting, on the dance
of spirits day (31st), my birth killed my mother, the midwife told
my father to kill me for she saw the great evil I would do. Alas,
he raised me alone, the neighbor lady would stop in from time to
time to help with feeding or changings when my father had to work
the fields. Soon I was old enough to help him plow and work various
other chores on the farm. I did this for six years when a traveling
Priest (Dongolf Of Tantras) of Tyr came into town. I begged my father
to let me go hear his preaching, this was to no avail, for father
thought what did I need to go listen to the ramblings of a priest
for. Soon, on the last day the priest was to be in town I snuck
away from the farm to go see the him. I knew then I was commiting
an evil act by disobeying my father but I had to join this strange
priest in his travels. Tyr would forgive me wouldn't he? thought
I, a young farm maid. Sure the god of justice would forgive a minor
transgression. I followed the priest far outside of town and soon
Many years later I grew in power under the wise tutlige of this
aged priest, he taught me to fight with the footmans flail, and
horsemans mace, I soon left him to travel and preach the word of
I soon found an adventuring company called the Brave Foragers.
Their group constisted of Exrtun the mage, Torden a dwarven fighter
from Citadel Adbar, Dongwet a Shou Lung warrior, Trexes a gnome
illusionst/thief. We set out on many adventures, delving deep into
what was to be called Undermountain. The place was dark and many
fights insued as we made our way through the underhalls of Halaster
Blackcloak. As we progressed I grew tired of just healing the injured
and sick. I wanted to battle too, but being the only priest I was
not allowed. They told me I was far too valuable I should protect
the wizard. So I did just that, till the Shou Lung warrior fell,
and sad to say I had not a one healing magic left. So unhooking
my flail I stepped forward to take his place yelling to Trexes to
guard the wizard. My first hit was a critical strike I crushed the
head of the lead orc before us. After the battle Torden was quiet
impressed with my skill, having received only minor wounds. But
the Shou Lung warrior died later that eve under my care. I prayed
to Tyr to allow me to justify his death and received a vision of
the battle I had just fought. We progressed though the underhalls
and soon came upon a treasure room with many weapons and artifacts.
I found a helm of silver and upon donning it I found I wanted to
hurt people. (It was a Helm of Alignment Change (lawful good
-- chaotic evil). My party was blind to the effects of this magic
but I still had magic to ply my way as a priest of tyr but when
I grew exhausted the group would know my secret. I had lost my way
We were forced to flee Undermountain being chased by Umber Hulks,
and Niogi, the dwarf was the first to fall, and then the gnome fell.
I turned to the wizard and told the old fool to get us out of their
or he wouldn't have to fear death by the band of creatures following
us I would do the job for them. He attempted to cast a teleport
spell but we were sent to another part of the deep delve. He appeared
in a wall and I was flung down a well. I fell for what seemed like
an eternity. After some time, I think I fell asleep, my body was
splashed by cold sea water.
I awoke to find I was on the Rat Hills of Waterdeep. The helm,
my gold, my weapons all gone, the only thing I had left was the
armor on my back and torn clothing.
I Made my way into waterdeep looking for work, and found some with
a local smith. I worked for my meager coppers to buy new clothes
and sold my armor for lodging. Soon I entered a caravan as a warrior
maid and left the City of Splendors behind two years later.
The caravan took us to Amin and further south. My skill with the
two handed sword became better and I soon left the caravan in Calamshan.
About a month later I came to the aid of a Red Wizard named Vintex.
We then traveled the Sword Coast in search of ancient tomes and
other treasures. We even entered the Mere of Dead Men once to leave
very quickly. Soon we met up with a drow priest by the name or Moriel,
and a Paladin of Cyric named Quaylar. We traveled for many years
together the four of us. Challenging many a horde of dragon, and
wizards tower alike.
Qualar and I soon became lovers, and I saw the green eyed monster
in Vintex come forth. I played this off on the two for many a moons
when we decided to go our seperate ways.
Quaylar went to Zhentil Keep, Moriel disappeared to never be seen
for many years (I think he went back to Menzoberranzan to challenge
the matriarch socity), and Vintex and I went to Thay so he could
become part of the Council.
And to this day I stay with Vintex at his keep or we share mine.
Soon we plan to go in search of magic to keep this warrior my Wizard
alive much longer. We tried to contact Quaylar, and Moriel to no
avail, but we shall set off alone if need be. I heard tales of risings
in Vassa. The rumor goes: The witchking is alive again...