Samuel

Name: Samuel

Birthplace: Nimbral "The Summer Land"

Age: Born 1348 Year of the Spur

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Deity: None

Alignment: Nuetral Good

History: Born to Balaurant the Mage and Sara the commoner. Samuel is the second son of a second wife. Samuel'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's, my brother Zeltar and me.

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.

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's wild streak and planed to 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 such a free spirit myself. He gave me this warning: expect no help.

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.

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.

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. With head held high and heart more open, I said good bye to my Mother and Dilia. I prepared myself and took a long boat trip. We shall wee what new adventures I can find.