Description and History
Darryel is dressed all in the colour black, he wields his two
deadly daggers in close combat, or if his enemys at a distance he will
shoot them down with his crossbow or kill them with a throwing knife
to thier head. Or if his foe seems too skilled or deadly to beat he
will hide in the nearby shadows and slice thier throats from behind.
Darryel used to be the type of person who, if he walked into the
court of a king, people would not know if he would shoot a bolt
through his heart or swear service to him for years to come. In times
past Darryel would have done whatever was in his best interests,
wether it was killing the high priest of a temple who's only aim is to
help the poor and wounded, or destroying the leader a band of deadly
Darryel grew up without any real parents, he was the property of a
band of adventurers who travveled around the lands near Phlan. He did
not know his real parents, the only thing he could remember was being
forced to clean the adventures weapons, armour and boots. But despite
the way in which he was treated he was also tought to use the sword
and crossbow. As he got older he also helped them in more and more of
their missions, though none of the missions were really worth anything
but a few gold coins.
When Darryel was 16 the people who had raised him were slaughtered
when raiding the caravan of one of the richest nobels in Phlan, the
biggest job they had ever attemped was their ultimate downfall. The
the caravan was heavily armoured and the adventurers meager equipment
left them to be slaugthered, Darryel however got away.
When he finally got back to the city of Phlan it was not long
before two men with daggers attemted to kill him for whatever
possesions he had. As the men came closer someone stepped out of the
shadows and without a word beheaded the two men.
The mans name was simply Raven and he took Darryel under his
protection as his Squire.
As Darryel traveled with Raven to many different places he was
taught much more than he was by his former teachers. Since Darryel was
already slightly skilled in using short swords and crossbows the man
kindly helped him almost master the weapons. But besides teaching
Darryel in the ways of battle the man also taught him about the
history of the Realms, the different cities and gods.
But he also taught Darryel not to stick to hold your beliefs in
things like good or bad, you should always just do whatever is in your
best interests. Raven, however, lived by a code so that he would never
do anything he would regret for the rest of his life, like kill a
child or murder an innocent family man.
When Raven died of old age,(by that time Darryel was 24) he took
off his prized armor and handed it over to Darryel 'Its too big for
me'' said Darryel.
''Its magical armor''said Raven with a smile, and those were his
last words. As Darryel tried to put the armor on, it was as if it grew
smaller and to his surprise it fit him perfectly.
From that day Darryel remembered one thing that Raven had taught
him ''Always do what is in your best interests''. Darryel also lived
by the same code, the same set of rules that Raven did, so that he
could never do something that would regret till he went to his grave.
Darryel had done many things in his time, he had murdered two kings
and seven nobles. He had wiped out a giant spider infestation, killed
a deadly Lycanthrope(werebeast), single handedly wiped out a band of
maurading Ogres, led a small group of bandits to raid a town, served
as the right hand man to one of the dukes of Baldurs Gate, killed the
leader of a group of bandits named the Red Hand, cleared an old mine
of undead creatures, one of them even a vampire, worked for a conman
in an arena, fighting against gladiators. The conman would get people
to bet against Darryel because of his height, but Darryel would always
win with his magical daggers. One time he had even temporarily joined
up with a party of seasoned adventurers to invaid the lair of a Dragon
and got to keep some of the dragons bounty, he was also handsomly
rewared by the nearby City of Secomber for it was his blades that had
put the dragon to it's grave. He had even been escorted by group of
Drow warriors into the realms of the Underdark so that he could kill
the head of one of the lower houses. As usual he was succesful in his
task and rewareded with two magic daggers. One time he had even joined
up with a pack of Lizard Men to kill a band of Hobgoblins. That is
only half of the adventures that Darryel had been on. Through Darryels
other adventures he had claimed two other prized possesions, an ebony
crossbow that hardly ever missed ten throwing knifes that always made
their way back to the thrower and a cape that was darker than darker
and made his footsteps almost unhearable. Darryel had quite a
reputation throughout the realms, in a small town named Beragost he
was known as a hero and saviour, but in other places such as Yartar he
was know as a murderous thief and his name was used to scare young
children around the fire.
Darryel had travelled the width and breadth of Faerun and finally
he had come back to the city of Phlan. He looked upon the streets and
seen that the city had greatly changed, as he entered one of the
taverns he sat down and heard a bunch of unexperienced, unskilled men,
talking about raiding the Temple of Tyr at night for there was talk of
it holding chests full of gold. Darryel did not bother to wait until
night, hr went straight to the Temple of Tyr and went inside, as he
was about to go into the back room the preist started to say something
''Im sorry but entry to that area......'' . The preist did not finish
his sentance as Darryel shot him through the gut with a crossbow bolt.
He went into the back of the Temple and there were four or five
preists healing a very sick man. Darryel quickly killed the first two
preists and the others turned to him, Darryel pulled out his two
daggers but a bright light shot from one of the preists and Darryel
fell to the floor unconscious.
When Darryel woke up he was on a bed, his body was saw and he could
feel blood seep from the cuts in his skin. Darryel looked up and the
preist that had knocked him unconscious was treated to his wounds.
''Why are you helping me'' said Darryel.
''Even though I am going against my own God, The God Of Justice, I
will let you live, I have looked into your soul and you are capable of
saving thousands, perhaps millions of lives if you follow the path of
Justice and helping others. From then on something lit up inside
Darryel, and in an instant he had forgot the selfish lessons that
Raven had tought him and over the next few days as he was healing the
preist, who's name was Zenathin, thought Darryel the love and beauty
of helping others.
Now Darryel is about to set off into to the world again, but this
time with different objectives, this time he is going to help as many
people as he can, and he is going to start by heading in to the
Quivering Forest, east of Phlan, for something there is said to be
killing just about every traveler that passes through, even the most
heavily armed caravans have gone missing. Will Darryel prevail in his
task as he has always done before.........?