Role

Chapter 1

In a side street just off Copperhead Road in Seantryn Modan you will find a
Half-Elf Master Craftsman named Filverel Trisfaren. For over one hundred
years he has been displaying his amazing wax figures in an old church he has
restored. A perfect building to display his figures of the creatures and
races of the world. Large columns supporting buttressed roof and stained
glass windows bringing light and colour into the interior. Aristocrats and
commoners alike marvel at his detailed creations. As you wander the large
hall you notice many races represented.Regal Elf dressed in mithril armor,
his aloof gaze seems to follow you as you wander. Savage orc Berserker
wearing grizzly trinkets holding a massive axe.You continue to wander and
notice a stocky dwarf wearing a leather apron and holding a huge hammer,
covered in soot. Near one far wall is a huge fire giant, his dark skin and
massive frame seems to emanate heat as you near. You look up and notice a
Arial crouching on one of the trusses, his claws digging into the wood and
wings almost fully unfolded ready to jump. Crouching down holding a bow is a
wood-elf, dressed in forest garb with dirt under his nails. Almost all the
races are represented here and Filverel has become known as the Collector.
One day Kliremizz Briskfizzle a Arch Mage from the Tower of sorcery was on a
quest to Aturi Timberlands to find a rare flower that only flowered once in
every fifty years at night on a moon eclipse. His travel party stopped in
Seantryn for some respite and they wandered into Filverels wax meuseum.
As Kliremizz wandered he felt a strange sensation, he projected his mind and
noticed weaves of magic cleverly inverted to avoid detection. Kliremizz
gently probed the magic web and found a tread that had not been properly
tied. Kliremizz gave a mighty tug and the entire web of magic unravelled.
NOOOO Yelled Filverel from the other side of the hall as pandemomium
broke loose. All the figures came to life as they were not wax creations at
all but real life people that Filverel had captured and held in Neurological
Stasis for decades. Filverel slipped out the back door as the Seantryn
Patrolmen arrived to restore order and subdue the more savage Creatures.

It took Wudrac many minutes to regain his senses as the spell unravelled and
he was awoken from the nightmare that had been his life for the last fifty
three years. He staggered around looking for his tormentor and soon
discovered Filverel had a headstart and could be far away by now. Wudrac
had been captured by Filverel when he was in the underdark on patrol with his
fellow Svirfnebli while under attack from a Drow war party. He was put into
Neurological Stasis by Filverel and reduced to fit into a bag, Filverel went
Duo Dimensional and slipped away. While in Stasis the body was frozen and
the heart slowed to such a rate that is barely beated once each hour. The
and you could do nothing.