Nineteenth Chronicle of the Order of the Phoenix, Free Company of the Sword Coast
A new mad scientist has joined our ranks. A Half-Elf by the name of Yorril Silvertread. His talents came highly recommended, but he has a dark past involving the death of his wife and son. Captain seems to think he’s a good man and believes his story that he was not to blame. I trust Captains judgement on people. For the most part, all of our men are good people with some sort of hazy past that led them to join us, seeking to get away from the more civilized – and ruley – city states of the Sword Coast.
Two days ago a creature of rare sight came into town seeking us out. A Dragonborn of all things. Not the sort of creature you see all that often. He seemed vindicated to prove his worth to us and right some wrongs from his past, or in the world. I don’t know. He’s one of them kooky servants of the Gods. You never know what the hell they’re going to do. Weirdest yet, he insists on being called Stormageddon. If it were up to me, I’d have him go bunk with Zombie. They’ll be a perfect match for each other – Devil meets Holy Beast.
Can someone else please take up this pen?