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		<title>Verideth at 20:25, 20 November 2008</title>
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				&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revision as of 13:25, 20 November 2008&lt;/td&gt;
				&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l24&quot;&gt;Line 24:&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I awoke in my Mothers Arms. Several years had past. My Father found me and brought me back. My Father studied me and said I was ready to begin. I did not understand what he meant. I was allowed time to stay and recover but there was this sense of urgency. My Father found me one day and asked: would I go on an errand for him? I was to go into the Frozen North and subtly establish myself. No assistance from him and no contact till he deemed it necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I awoke in my Mothers Arms. Several years had past. My Father found me and brought me back. My Father studied me and said I was ready to begin. I did not understand what he meant. I was allowed time to stay and recover but there was this sense of urgency. My Father found me one day and asked: would I go on an errand for him? I was to go into the Frozen North and subtly establish myself. No assistance from him and no contact till he deemed it necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ponder for a while. This is how my brother was sent out. My Father is an Archmagi, nothing is simple with him. Plans within plans and none of those plans revealed for little me! I wonder how Zeltar was doing. I asked my Father and he did not comment. I pondered if this assignment was linked to him. Time will tell. Patience and humility is my new creed. I said &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;good by &lt;/del&gt;to my Sister Dilia and my Mother. Now I look forward to a long boat ride to Baldur&amp;#039;s Gate then further north.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ponder for a while. This is how my brother was sent out. My Father is an Archmagi, nothing is simple with him. Plans within plans and none of those plans revealed for little me! I wonder how Zeltar was doing. I asked my Father and he did not comment. I pondered if this assignment was linked to him. Time will tell. Patience and humility is my new creed. I said &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;goodbye &lt;/ins&gt;to my Sister Dilia and my Mother. Now I look forward to a long boat ride to Baldur&amp;#039;s Gate then further north.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<title>Verideth at 20:08, 20 November 2008</title>
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		<updated>2008-11-20T20:08:22Z</updated>

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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Deity:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; None&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Deity:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; None&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Alignment:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Nuetral &lt;/del&gt;Good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Alignment:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Neutral &lt;/ins&gt;Good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;History:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; Born to Balaurant the mage and Sara the commoner. Samuel is the second son of a second wife. Samuel&amp;#039;s Father was first married to Vedessa a Priestess of Leira. She born him three daughters: Dilia, Beseda and Ginela.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;History:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; Born to Balaurant the mage and Sara the commoner. Samuel is the second son of a second wife. Samuel&amp;#039;s Father was first married to Vedessa a Priestess of Leira. She born him three daughters: Dilia, Beseda and Ginela.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though Nimbral tradition dictates families take no surnames, Balaurant wanted a son. Balaurant consulted the Planes and found who would conceive sons for him. During the annual game of deception (forced upon the populace by the Leiraites), Balaurant married Sara. It gained him no favor with the Leiraites but my Father was never one to bow to rules. Sara bore him two son&amp;#039;s, my brother Zeltar and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though Nimbral tradition dictates families take no surnames, Balaurant wanted a son. Balaurant consulted the Planes and found who would conceive sons for him. During the annual game of deception (forced upon the populace by the Leiraites), Balaurant married Sara. It gained him no favor with the Leiraites but my Father was never one to bow to rules. Sara bore him two son&amp;#039;s, my brother Zeltar and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Father was confined to the Sculpture and life continued as it was. I grew and was trained in the Arts. This decision would decide my fate, imprisonment as my Father and all mages of Nimbral face. To me it was no bother, &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;the &lt;/del&gt;Father &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;taught &lt;/del&gt;me &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;much. The &lt;/del&gt;history of the world, of our past, how we came from Halruaa, arcane lore, you name it. He even secretly scryed all over the world. My brother and I saw so much, though we had so little space. It was amazing. This continued, until 1358 when the Time of Troubles came. The Priesthood of Leira &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;for so long control &lt;/del&gt;everyone with their magics, then lost it all. The Mages, so long confined &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;and control&lt;/del&gt;, took their birthright. I do not know if it was all the confusion or some sympathy from my Father but my Stepmother fled and took two of my half sisters. Now everything changed, the Nimbral Lords were formed and the Knights of the Hunt were given their glass armor and steads to protect us. Were deception and control reigned, now freedom and enlightenment prospered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Father was confined to the Sculpture and life continued as it was. I grew and was trained in the Arts. This decision would decide my fate, imprisonment as my Father and all mages of Nimbral face. To me it was no bother, &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;my &lt;/ins&gt;Father &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;entertained &lt;/ins&gt;me &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;and my brother with the &lt;/ins&gt;history of the world, of our past, how we came from Halruaa, arcane lore, you name it. He even secretly scryed all over the world. My brother and I saw so much, though we had so little space. It was amazing. This continued, until 1358 when the Time of Troubles came. The Priesthood of Leira &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;controlled &lt;/ins&gt;everyone with their magics, then lost it all. The Mages, so long confined, took their birthright. I do not know if it was all the confusion or some sympathy from my Father but my Stepmother fled and took two of my half sisters. Now everything changed, the Nimbral Lords were formed and the Knights of the Hunt were given their glass armor and steads to protect us. Were deception and control reigned, now freedom and enlightenment prospered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was amazing to see the rest of the island. I had such a wander lust! When my brother was eighteen he was given an assignment. My Father placed him in the Anuroc. I was jealous, the ancient homeland! I planned an escape. You would think it is wonderful having such a Father, so powerful and seemingly all knowing... He saw through my plans of escape. I was so arrogant and young, I knew what was right&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;!!! &lt;/del&gt;I had none of the temperance my Father developed during his captivity. He could not see fit to contain me, he just gave me this one warning: expect no help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was amazing to see the rest of the island. I had such a wander lust! When my brother was eighteen he was given an assignment. My Father placed him in the Anuroc. I was jealous, the ancient homeland&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;!!&lt;/ins&gt;! I planned an escape &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;to go join my brother&lt;/ins&gt;. You would think it is wonderful having such a Father, so powerful and seemingly all knowing... He saw through my plans of escape. I was so arrogant and young, I knew what was right&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. &lt;/ins&gt;I had none of the temperance my Father developed during his captivity. He could not see fit to contain me, he just gave me this one warning: expect no help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I traveled to the Dalelands. I joined up with several adventures and we forged our way across the land. I finally met my end near Daggerdale. My arrogance and quick temper, proved my downfall. The party began mistrusting each other and I opened a door for an assassin to join us. He killed me first, then later killed my entire party. That was in 1368 the Year of the Banner. Would have been better named: Year of the Great Humbling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I traveled to the Dalelands. I joined up with several adventures and we forged our way across the land. I finally met my end near Daggerdale&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, so close to the desert I long to see&lt;/ins&gt;. My arrogance and quick temper, proved my downfall. The party began mistrusting each other and I opened a door for an assassin to join us. He killed me first, then later killed my entire party. That was in 1368 the Year of the Banner. Would have been better named: Year of the Great Humbling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I awoke in my Mothers Arms. Several years had past. My Father found me and brought me back. My Father studied me and said I was ready to begin. I did not understand what he &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;ment&lt;/del&gt;. I was allowed time to stay and recover but there was this sense of urgency. My Father found me one day and asked: would I go on an errand for him? I was to go into the Frozen North and subtly establish myself. No assistance from him and no contact till he deemed it necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I awoke in my Mothers Arms. Several years had past. My Father found me and brought me back. My Father studied me and said I was ready to begin. I did not understand what he &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;meant&lt;/ins&gt;. I was allowed time to stay and recover but there was this sense of urgency. My Father found me one day and asked: would I go on an errand for him? I was to go into the Frozen North and subtly establish myself. No assistance from him and no contact till he deemed it necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ponder for a while. This is how my brother was sent out. My Father is an Archmagi, nothing is simple with him. Plans within plans and none of those plans revealed for little me! I wonder how Zeltar was doing. I asked my Father and he did not comment. I pondered if this assignment was linked to &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;his dissappearance&lt;/del&gt;. Time will tell. Patience and humility is my new creed. I said good by to my Sister Dilia and my Mother. Now I look &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt; &lt;/del&gt;forward to a long boat ride to Baldur&amp;#039;s Gate then further north.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ponder for a while. This is how my brother was sent out. My Father is an Archmagi, nothing is simple with him. Plans within plans and none of those plans revealed for little me! I wonder how Zeltar was doing. I asked my Father and he did not comment. I pondered if this assignment was linked to &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;him&lt;/ins&gt;. Time will tell. Patience and humility is my new creed. I said good by to my Sister Dilia and my Mother. Now I look forward to a long boat ride to Baldur&amp;#039;s Gate then further north.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Alignment:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; Nuetral Good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Alignment:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; Nuetral Good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;History:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; Born to Balaurant the mage and Sara the commoner. Samuel is the second son of a second wife. Samuel&amp;#039;s Father was first married to Vedessa a Priestess of Leira. She born him three daughters: Dilia, Beseda and Ginela. Though Nimbral tradition dictates families take no surnames, Balaurant wanted a son. Balaurant consulted the Planes and found who would conceive sons for him. During the annual game of deception forced upon the populace by the Leiraites, Balaurant married Sara. It gained him no favor with the Leiraites but my Father was never one to bow to rules. Sara bore him two son&amp;#039;s, my brother Zeltar and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;History:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; Born to Balaurant the mage and Sara the commoner. Samuel is the second son of a second wife. Samuel&amp;#039;s Father was first married to Vedessa a Priestess of Leira. She born him three daughters: Dilia, Beseda and Ginela.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though Nimbral tradition dictates families take no surnames, Balaurant wanted a son. Balaurant consulted the Planes and found who would conceive sons for him. During the annual game of deception &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;(&lt;/ins&gt;forced upon the populace by the Leiraites&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;)&lt;/ins&gt;, Balaurant married Sara. It gained him no favor with the Leiraites but my Father was never one to bow to rules. Sara bore him two son&amp;#039;s, my brother Zeltar and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Father&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, as always, &lt;/del&gt;was confined to the Sculpture and life continued as it was. I grew and was trained in the Arts. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Though it meant I &lt;/del&gt;would &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;also be imprisoned &lt;/del&gt;as my Father and all mages of Nimbral &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;are&lt;/del&gt;. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;I did not fight my fate. The &lt;/del&gt;Father taught me of our past, how we came from Halruaa. He secretly scryed &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;on many places, my &lt;/del&gt;brother and I &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;were shown the world&lt;/del&gt;. It was amazing. This continued until 1358 when the Time of Troubles came. The &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Priest &lt;/del&gt;lost all &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;their magics and the &lt;/del&gt;Mages, so long confined and control, took their birthright. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;In &lt;/del&gt;all the confusion&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/del&gt;my Stepmother fled&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, with &lt;/del&gt;two of my half sisters. Now everything changed, the Nimbral Lords were formed and the Knights of the Hunt were given their glass armor and steads to protect us. Were deception and control reigned, now freedom and enlightenment prospered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Father was confined to the Sculpture and life continued as it was. I grew and was trained in the Arts. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;This decision &lt;/ins&gt;would &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;decide my fate, imprisonment &lt;/ins&gt;as my Father and all mages of Nimbral &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;face&lt;/ins&gt;. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;To me it was no bother, the &lt;/ins&gt;Father taught me &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;much. The history of the world, &lt;/ins&gt;of our past, how we came from Halruaa&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, arcane lore, you name it&lt;/ins&gt;. He &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;even &lt;/ins&gt;secretly scryed &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;all over the world. My &lt;/ins&gt;brother and I &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;saw so much, though we had so little space&lt;/ins&gt;. It was amazing. This continued&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;until 1358 when the Time of Troubles came. The &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Priesthood of Leira for so long control everyone with their magics, then &lt;/ins&gt;lost &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;it &lt;/ins&gt;all&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. The &lt;/ins&gt;Mages, so long confined and control, took their birthright. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;I do not know if it was &lt;/ins&gt;all the confusion &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;or some sympathy from my Father but &lt;/ins&gt;my Stepmother fled &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;and took &lt;/ins&gt;two of my half sisters. Now everything changed, the Nimbral Lords were formed and the Knights of the Hunt were given their glass armor and steads to protect us. Were deception and control reigned, now freedom and enlightenment prospered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Life was grand. &lt;/del&gt;It was amazing to see the rest of the island. I had such a wander lust! When my brother was eighteen he was given an assignment. My Father placed him in the Anuroc. I was jealous, the ancient homeland! I planned an escape. You would think it is wonderful having such a Father, so powerful and seemingly all knowing... He saw through &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;me like a glass plane&lt;/del&gt;. I was so arrogant and young, I knew what was right!!! I had none of the temperance my Father developed during his &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;capacity&lt;/del&gt;. He could not see fit to contain me, &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;being a free spirit myself. He &lt;/del&gt;gave me this warning: expect no help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was amazing to see the rest of the island. I had such a wander lust! When my brother was eighteen he was given an assignment. My Father placed him in the Anuroc. I was jealous, the ancient homeland! I planned an escape. You would think it is wonderful having such a Father, so powerful and seemingly all knowing... He saw through &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;my plans of escape&lt;/ins&gt;. I was so arrogant and young, I knew what was right!!! I had none of the temperance my Father developed during his &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;captivity&lt;/ins&gt;. He could not see fit to contain me, &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;he just &lt;/ins&gt;gave me this &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;one &lt;/ins&gt;warning: expect no help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I traveled to the Dalelands. I joined up with several adventures and we forged our way across the land. I finally met my end near Daggerdale. My arrogance and quick temper, proved my downfall. The party began mistrusting each other and I opened a door for an assassin to join us. He killed me first, then later killed my entire party. That was in 1368 the Year of the Banner. Would have been better named: Year of the Great Humbling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I traveled to the Dalelands. I joined up with several adventures and we forged our way across the land. I finally met my end near Daggerdale. My arrogance and quick temper, proved my downfall. The party began mistrusting each other and I opened a door for an assassin to join us. He killed me first, then later killed my entire party. That was in 1368 the Year of the Banner. Would have been better named: Year of the Great Humbling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I awoke in my Mothers Arms. Several years had past. My Father found me and brought me back. My Father studied me and said I was ready to begin. I did not understand what he ment. I was allowed time to stay and recover but &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;had &lt;/del&gt;sense of urgency&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. Something was about to happen&lt;/del&gt;. My Father &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;then &lt;/del&gt;asked&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/del&gt;would I go on an errand for him? I was to go into the Frozen North and subtly establish myself. No assistance from him&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. No contract &lt;/del&gt;till he deemed it necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I awoke in my Mothers Arms. Several years had past. My Father found me and brought me back. My Father studied me and said I was ready to begin. I did not understand what he ment. I was allowed time to stay and recover but &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;there was this &lt;/ins&gt;sense of urgency. My Father &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;found me one day and &lt;/ins&gt;asked&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;: &lt;/ins&gt;would I go on an errand for him? I was to go into the Frozen North and subtly establish myself. No assistance from him &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;and no contact &lt;/ins&gt;till he deemed it necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ponder for a while. This is how my brother was sent out. My Father is an Archmagi, nothing is simple with him. Plans within plans&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. None &lt;/del&gt;of those plans revealed for little me! I wonder how Zeltar was doing. I asked my Father and he did not comment. I pondered if this assignment was &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;link &lt;/del&gt;to his &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;dissapearance&lt;/del&gt;. Time will tell. Patience and humility is my new creed. I said good by to my Sister Dilia and my Mother &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;and took &lt;/del&gt;a long boat ride to Baldur&amp;#039;s Gate then further north.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ponder for a while. This is how my brother was sent out. My Father is an Archmagi, nothing is simple with him. Plans within plans &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;and none &lt;/ins&gt;of those plans revealed for little me! I wonder how Zeltar was doing. I asked my Father and he did not comment. I pondered if this assignment was &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;linked &lt;/ins&gt;to his &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;dissappearance&lt;/ins&gt;. Time will tell. Patience and humility is my new creed. I said good by to my Sister Dilia and my Mother&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. Now I look  forward to &lt;/ins&gt;a long boat ride to Baldur&amp;#039;s Gate then further north.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<author><name>Verideth</name></author>
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		<title>Verideth at 19:38, 20 November 2008</title>
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		<updated>2008-11-20T19:38:22Z</updated>

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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Alignment:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; Nuetral Good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Alignment:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; Nuetral Good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;History:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; Born to Balaurant the &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Mage &lt;/del&gt;and Sara the commoner. Samuel is the second son of a second wife. Samuel&amp;#039;s Father was first married to Vedessa a Priestess of Leira. She born him three daughters: Dilia, Beseda and Ginela. Though Nimbral tradition dictates families take no surnames, Balaurant wanted a son. Balaurant consulted the Planes and found who would conceive sons for him. During the annual game of deception forced upon the populace by the Leiraites, Balaurant married Sara. It gained him no favor with the Leiraites but my Father was never one to bow to rules. Sara bore him two son&amp;#039;s, my brother Zeltar and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;History:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; Born to Balaurant the &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;mage &lt;/ins&gt;and Sara the commoner. Samuel is the second son of a second wife. Samuel&amp;#039;s Father was first married to Vedessa a Priestess of Leira. She born him three daughters: Dilia, Beseda and Ginela. Though Nimbral tradition dictates families take no surnames, Balaurant wanted a son. Balaurant consulted the Planes and found who would conceive sons for him. During the annual game of deception forced upon the populace by the Leiraites, Balaurant married Sara. It gained him no favor with the Leiraites but my Father was never one to bow to rules. Sara bore him two son&amp;#039;s, my brother Zeltar and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Father, as always, was confined to the Sculpture and life continued as it was. I grew and was trained in the Arts. Though it meant I would also be imprisoned as my Father and all mages of Nimbral are. I did not fight my fate. The Father taught me of our past, how we came from Halruaa. He secretly scryed on many places, my brother and I were shown the world. It was amazing. This continued until 1358 when the Time of Troubles came. The Priest lost all their magics and the Mages, so long confined and control, took their birthright. In all the confusion, my Stepmother fled, with two of my half sisters. Now everything changed, the Nimbral Lords were formed and the Knights of the Hunt were given their glass armor and steads to protect us. Were deception and control reigned, now freedom and enlightenment prospered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Father, as always, was confined to the Sculpture and life continued as it was. I grew and was trained in the Arts. Though it meant I would also be imprisoned as my Father and all mages of Nimbral are. I did not fight my fate. The Father taught me of our past, how we came from Halruaa. He secretly scryed on many places, my brother and I were shown the world. It was amazing. This continued until 1358 when the Time of Troubles came. The Priest lost all their magics and the Mages, so long confined and control, took their birthright. In all the confusion, my Stepmother fled, with two of my half sisters. Now everything changed, the Nimbral Lords were formed and the Knights of the Hunt were given their glass armor and steads to protect us. Were deception and control reigned, now freedom and enlightenment prospered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<author><name>Verideth</name></author>
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	<entry>
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		<title>Verideth at 19:38, 20 November 2008</title>
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		<updated>2008-11-20T19:38:02Z</updated>

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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;History:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; Born to Balaurant the Mage and Sara the commoner. Samuel is the second son of a second wife. Samuel&amp;#039;s Father was first married to Vedessa a Priestess of Leira. She born him three daughters: Dilia, Beseda and Ginela. Though Nimbral tradition dictates families take no surnames, Balaurant wanted a son. Balaurant consulted the Planes and found who would conceive sons for him. During the annual game of deception forced upon the populace by the Leiraites, Balaurant married Sara. It gained him no favor with the Leiraites but my Father was never one to bow to rules. Sara bore him two son&amp;#039;s, my brother Zeltar and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;History:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; Born to Balaurant the Mage and Sara the commoner. Samuel is the second son of a second wife. Samuel&amp;#039;s Father was first married to Vedessa a Priestess of Leira. She born him three daughters: Dilia, Beseda and Ginela. Though Nimbral tradition dictates families take no surnames, Balaurant wanted a son. Balaurant consulted the Planes and found who would conceive sons for him. During the annual game of deception forced upon the populace by the Leiraites, Balaurant married Sara. It gained him no favor with the Leiraites but my Father was never one to bow to rules. Sara bore him two son&amp;#039;s, my brother Zeltar and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Father, as always, was confined to the Sculpture and life continued as it was. I grew and was trained in the Arts. Though it meant I would also be imprisoned as my Father and all mages of Nimbral. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;It was &lt;/del&gt;my fate. The Father taught me of our past, how we came from Halruaa. He secretly scryed on many places&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. My &lt;/del&gt;brother and I were shown the world. This continued until 1358 &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;and &lt;/del&gt;the Time of Troubles came. The Priest lost all their &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;magic &lt;/del&gt;and the Mages, so long confined and control, took their birthright. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Everything &lt;/del&gt;changed, the Nimbral Lords were formed and the Knights of the Hunt were given their glass armor and steads to protect us. Were deception and control reigned, now freedom and enlightenment prospered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Father, as always, was confined to the Sculpture and life continued as it was. I grew and was trained in the Arts. Though it meant I would also be imprisoned as my Father and all mages of Nimbral &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;are&lt;/ins&gt;. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;I did not fight &lt;/ins&gt;my fate. The Father taught me of our past, how we came from Halruaa. He secretly scryed on many places&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, my &lt;/ins&gt;brother and I were shown the world&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. It was amazing&lt;/ins&gt;. This continued until 1358 &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;when &lt;/ins&gt;the Time of Troubles came. The Priest lost all their &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;magics &lt;/ins&gt;and the Mages, so long confined and control, took their birthright. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;In all the confusion, my Stepmother fled, with two of my half sisters. Now everything &lt;/ins&gt;changed, the Nimbral Lords were formed and the Knights of the Hunt were given their glass armor and steads to protect us. Were deception and control reigned, now freedom and enlightenment prospered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;My Step Mother fled, with two of my half sisters, never to come back. &lt;/del&gt;Life was grand. When my brother was eighteen he was &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;allowed to leave&lt;/del&gt;. My Father placed him in the Anuroc. I was jealous&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. &lt;/del&gt;I &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;had my Father&amp;#039;s wild streak and planed to &lt;/del&gt;escape. You would think it is wonderful having such a Father, so powerful and seemingly all knowing. He saw through me like a glass plane. I was so arrogant and young, I knew what was right!!! I had none of the temperance my Father developed during his capacity. He could not see fit to contain me, being &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;such &lt;/del&gt;a free spirit myself. He gave me this warning: expect no help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life was grand. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;It was amazing to see the rest of the island. I had such a wander lust! &lt;/ins&gt;When my brother was eighteen he was &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;given an assignment&lt;/ins&gt;. My Father placed him in the Anuroc. I was jealous&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, the ancient homeland! &lt;/ins&gt;I &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;planned an &lt;/ins&gt;escape. You would think it is wonderful having such a Father, so powerful and seemingly all knowing&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;..&lt;/ins&gt;. He saw through me like a glass plane. I was so arrogant and young, I knew what was right!!! I had none of the temperance my Father developed during his capacity. He could not see fit to contain me, being a free spirit myself. He gave me this warning: expect no help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I traveled to the Dalelands. I joined up with several adventures and we forged our way across the land. I finally met my end near Daggerdale. My arrogance and quick temper, proved my downfall. The party began mistrusting each other and I opened a door for an assassin to join us. He killed me first, then later killed my entire party. That was in 1368 the Year of the Banner. Would have been better named: Year of the Great Humbling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I traveled to the Dalelands. I joined up with several adventures and we forged our way across the land. I finally met my end near Daggerdale. My arrogance and quick temper, proved my downfall. The party began mistrusting each other and I opened a door for an assassin to join us. He killed me first, then later killed my entire party. That was in 1368 the Year of the Banner. Would have been better named: Year of the Great Humbling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I awoke in my Mothers Arms. Several years had past. My Father found me and brought me back. My Father studied me and said I was ready to begin. I did not understand. I was allowed time to stay and recover. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;He &lt;/del&gt;then asked &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;if &lt;/del&gt;I &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;would &lt;/del&gt;go on an errand for him&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. &lt;/del&gt;I was to go into the Frozen North and subtly establish myself. No assistance from him. No contract till he deemed it necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I awoke in my Mothers Arms. Several years had past. My Father found me and brought me back. My Father studied me and said I was ready to begin. I did not understand &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;what he ment&lt;/ins&gt;. I was allowed time to stay and recover &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;but had sense of urgency&lt;/ins&gt;. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Something was about to happen. My Father &lt;/ins&gt;then asked&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, would &lt;/ins&gt;I go on an errand for him&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;? &lt;/ins&gt;I was to go into the Frozen North and subtly establish myself. No assistance from him. No contract till he deemed it necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ponder for a while. This is how my brother was sent out. I wonder how &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;he &lt;/del&gt;was doing. I asked my Father and he did not comment. I &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;knew then something &lt;/del&gt;was &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;going on&lt;/del&gt;. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;With head held high &lt;/del&gt;and &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;heart more open, &lt;/del&gt;I said good &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;bye &lt;/del&gt;to my Mother &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;and Dilia. I prepared myself &lt;/del&gt;and took a long boat &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;trip. We shall wee what new adventures I can find&lt;/del&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ponder for a while. This is how my brother was sent out. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;My Father is an Archmagi, nothing is simple with him. Plans within plans. None of those plans revealed for little me! &lt;/ins&gt;I wonder how &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Zeltar &lt;/ins&gt;was doing. I asked my Father and he did not comment. I &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;pondered if this assignment &lt;/ins&gt;was &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;link to his dissapearance&lt;/ins&gt;. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Time will tell. Patience &lt;/ins&gt;and &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;humility is my new creed. &lt;/ins&gt;I said good &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;by &lt;/ins&gt;to &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;my Sister Dilia and &lt;/ins&gt;my Mother and took a long boat &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;ride to Baldur&amp;#039;s Gate then further north&lt;/ins&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Father, as always, was confined to the Sculpture and life continued as it was. I grew and was trained in the Arts. Though it meant I would also be imprisoned as my Father and all mages of Nimbral. It was my fate. The Father taught me of our past, how we came from Halruaa. He secretly scryed on many places. My brother and I were shown the world. This continued until 1358 and the Time of Troubles came. The Priest lost all their magic and the Mages, so long confined and control, took their birthright. Everything changed, the Nimbral Lords were formed and the Knights of the Hunt were given their glass armor and steads to protect us. Were deception and control reigned, now freedom and enlightenment prospered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Father, as always, was confined to the Sculpture and life continued as it was. I grew and was trained in the Arts. Though it meant I would also be imprisoned as my Father and all mages of Nimbral. It was my fate. The Father taught me of our past, how we came from Halruaa. He secretly scryed on many places. My brother and I were shown the world. This continued until 1358 and the Time of Troubles came. The Priest lost all their magic and the Mages, so long confined and control, took their birthright. Everything changed, the Nimbral Lords were formed and the Knights of the Hunt were given their glass armor and steads to protect us. Were deception and control reigned, now freedom and enlightenment prospered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Step Mother fled, with two of my half sisters, never to come back&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. My Mother Father was asked to be a Magistrate&lt;/del&gt;. Life was grand. When my brother was eighteen he was allowed to leave. My Father placed him in the Anuroc. I was jealous. I had my Father&amp;#039;s wild streak and planed to escape. You would think it is wonderful having such a Father&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. Powerful &lt;/del&gt;and seemingly all knowing. He saw through me like a glass plane. I was arrogant and young&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. &lt;/del&gt;I knew what was right&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. &lt;/del&gt;I had none of the temperance my Father developed during his &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;stay in &lt;/del&gt;capacity. He &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;let &lt;/del&gt;me &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;go and told &lt;/del&gt;me &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;not to ever &lt;/del&gt;expect help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Step Mother fled, with two of my half sisters, never to come back. Life was grand. When my brother was eighteen he was allowed to leave. My Father placed him in the Anuroc. I was jealous. I had my Father&amp;#039;s wild streak and planed to escape. You would think it is wonderful having such a Father&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, so powerful &lt;/ins&gt;and seemingly all knowing. He saw through me like a glass plane. I was &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;so &lt;/ins&gt;arrogant and young&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/ins&gt;I knew what was right&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;!!! &lt;/ins&gt;I had none of the temperance my Father developed during his capacity. He &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;could not see fit to contain &lt;/ins&gt;me&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, being such a free spirit myself. He gave &lt;/ins&gt;me &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;this warning: &lt;/ins&gt;expect &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;no &lt;/ins&gt;help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I traveled to the Dalelands. I joined up with several adventures and forged our way across the land. I finally met my end near Daggerdale. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Struck down by &lt;/del&gt;an assassin, &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;who &lt;/del&gt;later killed my entire party&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. My arrogance proved my downfall&lt;/del&gt;. That was in 1368 the Year of the Banner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I traveled to the Dalelands. I joined up with several adventures and &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;we &lt;/ins&gt;forged our way across the land. I finally met my end near Daggerdale. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;My arrogance and quick temper, proved my downfall. The party began mistrusting each other and I opened a door for &lt;/ins&gt;an assassin &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;to join us. He killed me first&lt;/ins&gt;, &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;then &lt;/ins&gt;later killed my entire party. That was in 1368 the Year of the Banner&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. Would have been better named: Year of the Great Humbling&lt;/ins&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I awoke in my Mothers Arms. Several years had past. My Father found me and brought me back&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. I was a bit humbled, to say the least&lt;/del&gt;. My Father studied me and said I was ready to begin. I did not understand. I was allowed time to stay and recover. He then asked if I would go on an errand for him. I was to go into the Frozen North and subtly establish myself. No assistance from him. No contract till he deemed it necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I awoke in my Mothers Arms. Several years had past. My Father found me and brought me back. My Father studied me and said I was ready to begin. I did not understand. I was allowed time to stay and recover. He then asked if I would go on an errand for him. I was to go into the Frozen North and subtly establish myself. No assistance from him. No contract till he deemed it necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ponder for a while. This is how my brother was sent out. I wonder how he was doing. I asked my Father and he did not comment. I knew then something was going on. I said good bye to my Mother and Dilia. I prepared myself and took a long boat trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ponder for a while. This is how my brother was sent out. I wonder how he was doing. I asked my Father and he did not comment. I knew then something was going on. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;With head held high and heart more open, &lt;/ins&gt;I said good bye to my Mother and Dilia. I prepared myself and took a long boat trip&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;. We shall wee what new adventures I can find&lt;/ins&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<author><name>Verideth</name></author>
	</entry>
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		<title>Verideth: New page: &#039;&#039;&#039;Name:&#039;&#039;&#039; Samuel  &#039;&#039;&#039;Birthplace:&#039;&#039;&#039; Nimbral &quot;The Summer Land&quot;  &#039;&#039;&#039;Age:&#039;&#039;&#039; Born 1348 Year of the Spur  &#039;&#039;&#039;Race:&#039;&#039;&#039; Human  &#039;&#039;&#039;Gender:&#039;&#039;&#039; Male  &#039;&#039;&#039;Deity:&#039;&#039;&#039; None  &#039;&#039;&#039;Alignment:&#039;&#039;&#039; Nuetral G...</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;New page: &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Name:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; Samuel  &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Birthplace:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; Nimbral &amp;quot;The Summer Land&amp;quot;  &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Age:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; Born 1348 Year of the Spur  &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Race:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; Human  &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Gender:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; Male  &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Deity:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; None  &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Alignment:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; Nuetral G...&lt;/p&gt;
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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;History:&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; Born to Balaurant the Mage and Sara the commoner. Samuel is the second son of a second wife. Samuel&amp;#039;s Father was first married to Vedessa a Priestess of Leira. She born him three daughters: Dilia, Beseda and Ginela. Though Nimbral tradition dictates families take no surnames, Balaurant wanted a son. Balaurant consulted the Planes and found who would conceive sons for him. During the annual game of deception forced upon the populace by the Leiraites, Balaurant married Sara. It gained him no favor with the Leiraites but my Father was never one to bow to rules. Sara bore him two son&amp;#039;s, my brother Zeltar and me.&lt;br /&gt;
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My Father, as always, was confined to the Sculpture and life continued as it was. I grew and was trained in the Arts. Though it meant I would also be imprisoned as my Father and all mages of Nimbral. It was my fate. The Father taught me of our past, how we came from Halruaa. He secretly scryed on many places. My brother and I were shown the world. This continued until 1358 and the Time of Troubles came. The Priest lost all their magic and the Mages, so long confined and control, took their birthright. Everything changed, the Nimbral Lords were formed and the Knights of the Hunt were given their glass armor and steads to protect us. Were deception and control reigned, now freedom and enlightenment prospered.&lt;br /&gt;
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My Step Mother fled, with two of my half sisters, never to come back. My Mother Father was asked to be a Magistrate. Life was grand. When my brother was eighteen he was allowed to leave. My Father placed him in the Anuroc. I was jealous. I had my Father&amp;#039;s wild streak and planed to escape. You would think it is wonderful having such a Father. Powerful and seemingly all knowing. He saw through me like a glass plane. I was arrogant and young. I knew what was right. I had none of the temperance my Father developed during his stay in capacity. He let me go and told me not to ever expect help.&lt;br /&gt;
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I traveled to the Dalelands. I joined up with several adventures and forged our way across the land. I finally met my end near Daggerdale. Struck down by an assassin, who later killed my entire party. My arrogance proved my downfall. That was in 1368 the Year of the Banner.&lt;br /&gt;
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I awoke in my Mothers Arms. Several years had past. My Father found me and brought me back. I was a bit humbled, to say the least. My Father studied me and said I was ready to begin. I did not understand. I was allowed time to stay and recover. He then asked if I would go on an errand for him. I was to go into the Frozen North and subtly establish myself. No assistance from him. No contract till he deemed it necessary.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I ponder for a while. This is how my brother was sent out. I wonder how he was doing. I asked my Father and he did not comment. I knew then something was going on. I said good bye to my Mother and Dilia. I prepared myself and took a long boat trip.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Verideth</name></author>
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