Werzidian Wildborn the Impetuous Bastard of the Maw, Harbinger of Thar-Eris

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Chapter 6

on one of the many excavations into the underdark to gather deadly
herbs, for the many concoctions the house he served used to subdue
their enemies. The small party was set upon by a cavefisher, that
quickly ripped the two guards into pieces. Werzidian fled in panick,
and after stumbling around the underdark for what seemed to him
like days, he emerged near a river.

Following the river downstream for a few hours, Werzidian suddenly
spotted huge stone walls in the distance. He could spot a few large
buildings beyond the wall and quite a bit of activity ontop of the
walls. Werzidian sat down on the riverbank to contemplate this
place he had come upon.

"Horrid sight, isn't it." A voice suddenly said right next to him.
Werzidian sprang to his feet and looked around himself. Beside him,
without making any sound he saw one of the elven race he could not
place. "Who are you! Where did you come from?" Werzidian exclaimed
in a startled tone. "Oh me? Im no one special, just one of the
Wildborn. You have the look and smell of one who just emerged from
the dephts of the secret city in the underdark. I sense chaos and
an unbound spirit in you, seek out the nature and you will find your
home." The elf said in a calm tone. Werzidian closed his eyes for
no more than a second and when he opened them again, the elf was
gone once more, just as silent as he had arrived.



Core beliefs:

Werzidian believe that the aligment in regards to good and evil is
of little importance. If you chose to slay children, or save them,
is trivial as long as your adher to the prinsiples of disorder and
the natural path of nature. He would never strike upon one who
embrace the true nature of chaotic mindset, because their choise
of path eventually will benefit his resolute desire.

Those bound by order are the true enemies of Werzidian, they seek
to upset the pattern of the world. Ruled by greed and in their
all-consuming desire to accumulate material wealth, at the cost
of the world they feed upon.

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Chapter 5

Werzidian lets his foot slide to the side just as the dwarven
paladin moves to parry a thrust, giving a pleasant result as
the dwarf stumbles across the outstretched foot and almost
falls to the ground. With a quick launch towards the unsteady
dwarf, Werzidian finds a weak point in the armor and slips a
dagger under the ribs. The dwarf unleash a hoarse scream as
he falls to the ground, and lay there while the last of his
life leaks out of the deep would in his gut.


Werzidian has a strong dislike for those who enlist in the
guild of paladins, not only do they adher to the laws set
down by those who wish to tame the world. But they also have
an even striker code of conduct. The essence of this code is
the very opposite of what Werzidian belive in, which is the
evolution of the strong. They seek to protect the innocent
and weak, which is counterproductive to a world where the
ruthless chaos of the wild hold sway.

Those who practice in the guild of conjurers is despised
by Werzidian equally to paladins. With Werzidians strong
belief in personal strength, the guild of conjurers train
men and women who hold no skills in survial what so ever.
Without their enslaved creatures who have no place on this
plane, they are the weakest about, and have no right to
survive in the natural evolution.

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Chapter 4

Werzidian was accepted into the refuge by the current Harbinger
of Thar-Eris, who go by the name Folsa Pike. This was a proud
moment for him, since this signals that he has been recognized
as one of the most resourcefull and strong fighters of the
lands. With this acceptance, he now wishes to persue his goal
of being not only among the strongest, but also among those
few cunning fighters who gain the favour of Lyristeon the Imp.
He wishes to prove his worth as a Gaping Maw, and with this
be recognized in a way he never even dreamed of among the
enslaved in Teth-Azeleth.

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Chapter 3

Werzidian walked waded through the snow in the frigid wastelands. He
pulled his thick fur cloak tightly around himself to ward of the cold,
howling winds. Suddenly a chill feeling run down his spine, as if
something unseen was close by. He looked about himself, but nothing
could be spotted in his immediate vicinity. Werzidian shrugged it
of and looked up into the sky to figure out how long it was untill
the dawn of day. For a moment the cold half-drow wandering the wastes
thought he saw a, for lack of better words, a sleigh, that soared
across the sky and passed infront of the moon.

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Chapter 2

Werzidian has been marked and accepted as a follower of the Imp. This
was a jolly day for him, since it was confirmation that his patron
god has noticed his struggle and rewarded him for it. Werzidian has
found the strongest of the people walking the lands a challenge to
overcome, and have been forced to change his tactics a bit in regards
to fighting. When he was younger few could match his wits and skills,
but among the heroes of the lands there is many who can claim to hold
equal strength as Werzidian.

Werzidian is on the verge of starting a personal war with the fortress.
The inhabitants of the fortress have foiled his chance at soaking his
dagger with the blood of those he hate on many occations. This is not
something he take lightly upon. Werzidian is rash and do not think
things through, he let his emotions carry his dagger and mace in most
situations. Something that do not go well with people who try to
control how he act.

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Chapter 1

There is a half-drow sitting at a branch above a trail moving
through the Ar'atouldain forest. He sits there chewing on a newly
deafeathered quail and humming quietly to himself. You notice a
long bladed, razor sharp dagger hanging from his belt, as well
as a scepter looking mace that has white cold looking aura
circling it. Suddenly a human passes underneath the tree, and
this quickly catches the half-drows attention. He gets to his
feet and hunches down on the branch, had you not known he was
there his presence would have been undetectable. The half-drows
mouth forms into a wide, toothed grin as he sees the shadowy
creature trailing the human.

Without warning he launches from the branch like a pouncing
tiger. In the blink of an eye, mid air, the dagger and scepter
was unsheated. The half-drow land right behind the human and
with a slicing movement cut the humans hamstring. The human,
who obviously also is trained in the art of combat, hurl his
body around and strike out with a black sword. The dark-skinned
assailant dodge the attack, and with lightning quickness use
the opening to plunge his dagger into the side of the human
and open the wound with a sickening twist of his dagger.
Stumbling backwards the human stare in horror at the dagger
lodged in his side, and fall over while bleeding to death.
The dark and shadowy creature shrugs and fade into nothingness.

The half-drow walks over to the dying human and looks into his
twisted face. His mouth twist into a crooked smile as he see
the fuming anger as the dying man feels the grip of death.



Werzidians views in regards to Predictability and
Unpredictability is this:
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If you are unpredictable in every thing you do, the
people will figure out the method to the madness. This
means that if you try to be unpredictable all the
time, people will expect it, and in turn this make you
predictable. To accomplish unpredictability there is
a need to act as any would most of the time, making
the surprise much bigger when you actually do something
unpredictable.

Surprise only comes if people do not expect the unexpected.

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