Durnan: Keeper of the Yawning Portal

Durnan: Keeper of the Yawning Portal

It was a lazy afternoon at Old Nan’s Manor, the kind of day where stories seem to hang in the air just waiting to be plucked and told. That’s when I saw him, Durnan, the legendary innkeeper of the Yawning Portal, making his way up the path to the Manor. Now, don’t get me wrong, … Continue reading »
Artemis Entreri: In the Shroud of Shadows

Artemis Entreri: In the Shroud of Shadows

On an otherwise uneventful afternoon at Old Nan’s Manor, the sudden, forceful opening of the front door heralded the arrival of a figure that caused an immediate stir—not of excitement, but of a tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. Artemis Entreri, a name synonymous with danger and a reputation that preceded … Continue reading »
Bruenor Battlehammer: Anvilhearted King Beneath the Mountains

Bruenor Battlehammer: Anvilhearted King Beneath the Mountains

The morning air was still crisp with the remnants of the night’s rain when a figure as solid and enduring as the mountains from which he hailed made his way into Old Nan’s Manor. Bruenor Battlehammer, with his fiery red beard and eyes that sparkled with both mirth and the wisdom of hard-fought battles, entered … Continue reading »
Catti-brie: A Tale of Courage and Love

Catti-brie: A Tale of Courage and Love

The day was waning into a soft, golden twilight when she, Catti-brie, walked into Old Nan’s Manor, her presence like the first light of dawn piercing the remnants of night. It was a sight that could ensnare the heart of any onlooker, myself included, though my affections were kept carefully concealed, a secret tucked away … Continue reading »
Jarlaxle Baenre: The Master of Intrigue

Jarlaxle Baenre: The Master of Intrigue

The day had unfurled itself like any other at Old Nan’s Manor until the air itself seemed to shimmer, heralding the arrival of someone whose presence was as unpredictable as the wind. Jarlaxle Baenre, with his flamboyant flair and the cunning of a chessmaster, stepped into the Manor, his appearance alone turning heads and sparking … Continue reading »
Rogue

Rogue

Signaling for her companions to wait, a halfling creeps forward through the dungeon hall. She presses an ear to the door, then pulls out a set of tools and picks the lock in the blink of an eye. Then she disappears into the shadows as her fighter friend moves forward to kick the door open. … Continue reading »
Fighter

Fighter

A human in clanging plate armor holds her shield before her as she runs toward the massed goblins. An elf behind her, clad in studded leather armor, peppers the goblins with arrows loosed from his exquisite bow. The half-orc nearby shouts orders, helping the two combatants coordinate their assault to the best advantage. A dwarf … Continue reading »
Blood Magic: Wizard

Blood Magic: Wizard

Considered taboo by many societies and magic practitioners, the use of blood magic — also known as hemocraft — is a rare art that harnesses the latent powers of a creature’s vitality to fuel and amplify the caster’s own capabilities, while manipulating and weakening the bodies of enemies from the inside. Some of the more … Continue reading »
Tiefling

Tiefling

“But you do see the way people look at you, devil’s child.” Those black eyes, cold as a winter storm, were staring right into her heart and the sudden seriousness in his voice jolted her. “What is it they say?” he asked. “One’s a curiosity, two’s a conspiracy—” “Three’s a curse,” she finished. “You think … Continue reading »
Half-Orc

Half-Orc

The warchief Mhurren roused himself from his sleeping-furs and his women and pulled a short hauberk of heavy steel rings over his thick, well-muscled torso. He usually rose before most of his warriors, since he had a strong streak of human blood in him, and he found the daylight less bothersome than most of his … Continue reading »
Half-Elf

Half-Elf

Flint squinted into the setting sun. He thought he saw the figure of a man striding up the path. Standing, Flint drew back into the shadow of a tall pine to see better. The man’s walk was marked by an easy grace—an elvish grace, Flint would have said; yet the man’s body had the thickness … Continue reading »
Aaasimar

Aaasimar

Aasimar bear within their souls the light of the heavens. They are descended from humans with a touch of the power of Mount Celestia, the divine realm of many lawful good deities. Aasimar are born to serve as champions of the gods, their births hailed as blessed events. They are a people of otherworldly visages, … Continue reading »