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Duhgaw - Krimondon.

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“Welp Nilan, I see ye prize yer blades as I do, so that be another thing we have in common” the paladin said, still speaking in even tones with a low tone of voice. “Most paladins, for true, see things in black and white, I be one that see things real. I study warfare, old and new battle tactics, on...

“Some of dem I have neh an answer fer”, Duhgaw spoke softly. And a thought to him at the same time, I don’t really know. “Twas mostly a feelin’ I guess, there was a push, I can’t figure it meself”. “I know ye be a drow elf, of that I’m certain”, the paladin continued to speak softly, he wanted the d...

As the drow lost consciousness Duhgaw was able to easily lift his body onto a shoulder. He was unsure of using his healing abilities granted to him by Clangeddin so he thought to continue his more conventional methods of healing in the cave. He had already spot-ted several herbs that he could use to...

“Get him on his knees”, he heard the commander say. Then he heard a thud, and a groan of pain. As Duhgaw stood up and walked into the middle of them the drow was praying to his god. The elves looked astonished at the paladin. Dressed in full armor, yet somehow he had escaped their detection. Duhgaw ...

The paladin continued to follow, with no idea of what he would do next. If they actually carried out the leader’s ideas of execution without trial he would have to step in. The drow was bound and dragged, barely supported by the elves deep into the Tarsellian Forest. When they stopped he could hear ...

It was not long before the band could be heard approaching, they knew their prey was wounded and slowed. There was no more need for stealth, only speed. The blood trail would be easy to follow for any child so the elves raced to catch the drow. Luck, or Clangeddin, had landed Duhgaw in the right pla...

Every hair on the back of Duhgaw’s neck rose as the sense of an evil presence was obvious. What he saw as he peered through the thick brush ahead was a gory scene. On the ground lay a young elf dead, throat slashed. A drow was there, obviously injured and the source of the blood trail, rummaging thr...

Duhgaw rose early in the morning. The room the merchant had allowed him to sleep in was well appointed. Most of the wood seemed of a human craftsmanship, simple but well made. A porcelain wash basin and water pitcher sat atop a well-made stone table that appears to have been crafted in Mithril hall ...

Duhgaw walked north on the road towards Waterdeep. He had hoped to save Jahlur, his griffon’s strength for the journey north from Waterdeep. Besides, it was a cool and gloriously clear afternoon for a stroll. He had just spent nearly three months in Baldur’s Gate. His mornings were spent at the Chap...

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