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A History of House Thalorian

Postby Adriorn Darkcloak » Wed Mar 21, 2007 3:20 am

A History of House Thalorian

The Champion

For many years, House Thalorian has been at the epicenter of Waterdahvian trade. Their merchants and shops throughout the city and beyond have always been associated with good commerce and merchandise. From furs to fruits, leather to lavender, House Thalorian's name is well-respected among merchants, guilds and commoners. What follows is a brief history of the House and its members, starting with the eldest of the current children, Thaymos Thalorian.

Thaymos Thalorian was born to Tham and Mayisa Thalorian exactly two years after they were wed. Friends said Tham and Mayisa were happier than they had ever been, even with their considerable wealth and position. Tham was a proud father, and as he is known today, a man of his word and honesty. Thaymos took these traits from his father, as well as his pride, personality and posture. A tall child, Thaymos was known among his friends as an innocent youth, unaccustomed to ways of the streets, but very humble and outspoken. When he saw a neighborhood boy, Frel, being pushed around by some other children, Thaymos rushed to stop the other children and made sure they had apologized to Frel. Witnesses have said the other children never came around those parts again after that day. However Frel was always and still is, based on what he mentioned, friends with Thaymos.

Thaymos' just ways drew the admiration of some of his father's clients, a holy order of many members present in the city. The men of Helm were astonished by the boy's innocent and peaceful ways, as well as his pursuit of justice and what was right. Tham was very proud of his son, and some have said he remains the favored one. Thaymos has declined to believe this. His father denies any favoritism.

At the same time, Thaymos was also drawn to these men, who practiced the very same things he was raised to do. When he turned 15, he asked his father if he might take one day out of his week to help the men out with their daily chores and services. Tham, although somewhat afraid his child might turn his back on his family and business, accepted, and sent his son once a week to help the men of Helm. For his services, the Helmsmen showed young Thaymos the ways of their code, their honor and god. Thaymos, doing his part, helped provide the men some of their needed metals and stones, at his own expense, from his family trade.

The would-be Paladin each year would ask of his father one more day each week to attend to the order, and his father would permit it. Tham and Mayisa realized his son was no longer a child, but a young man, headstrong and proud, truly drawn to what the Paladins believed. They were proud of him, more each year, for he slowly began to receive public recognition for his services and deeds in the name of House Thalorian, and the Order of Helm. Their young son, their heir, was following the very things they had taught him as a child, and they were pleased.

Thaymos Thalorian became a Paladin halfway into his 18th winter. Although young compared to most in his Order, the Paladins knew he was the very essence of what they believed, and had been for some time. His youth had never been a detriment, had never shown, for his maturity and innocence let him become a man from early on, honest, straightforward, and just.

While a true Paladin, he never has left his family's trade. While serving in Waterdeep, he remains the heir to the House, and an important dignitary for it when diplomacy is needed in other parts or cities. Their Champion, Tham and Mayisa, and House Thalorian, raised a man of virtue and values, strength and confidence.

But Thaymos was only the eldest of the Thalorian children. Their next child would be much like his elder brother, an almost exact sibling, but for one characteristic.

To be continued when my time allows.

Carpolonius Lundigraf
Mercantile Historian, Candlekeep
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Postby Nilan » Wed Mar 21, 2007 3:27 am

Nice story bro!

I enjoyed it


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Cont.

Postby Adriorn Darkcloak » Mon Jun 04, 2007 8:52 pm

Time has permitted that I continue my research and history of House Thalorian. Herein shall it continue.


As for being Champion of House Thalorian, the title is not one that was given freely to young Thaymos. The event that gave him this title occurred after a trade disagreement with the Yellow Sash Merchants of Teshburl. The Thalorians were in the midst of attempting to secure a trade route between the two cities, one that would yield high profits for their organization. A convoy of 5 men was sent to discuss the trade route with members of the Yellow Sash.

After almost 4 weeks, the search was given up. Two of the mercenaries that were sent to try and find what had happened to the convoy also never returned. From what this noble historian was able to ascertain, one of the bounty hunters that was sent did return with information. The convoy had reached Teshburl, and had even gone to the warehouses of the Sash. But that is as far as they had gotten, and no more information could be retrieved. The head of the Yellow Sash, a man at that time called Ssarlos Mandablur, had sent a message offering his deepest regrets that the convoy had been lost, and that no agreement could be reached to secure the trade route. For Tham, after having received the information from the hunter, the fact that he had lost a trade route was not as important as that his men had died. For this reason, to make sure his men were safe in the future, something had to be done.

Thaymos left that same week, with orders to have Ssarlos Mandablur offer a written apology, as well as ample reimbursement for the lost men, and money to aid the families of some of them. As well, he would make public the disappearance of the convoy, its whereabouts, and the information they knew, to ensure shame and dishonor upon the Sash.

But just like everything else dealing with merchants, rumors were widespread, and Mandablur knew well of the coming of the Thalorian eldest, and his possible mission. From several sources, it has been believed that several assassins were hired to eliminate the problem before it arrived at Teshburl. Ssarlos also increased guards around his warehouses to ensure nothing would go wrong. All that is known is that Thaymos arrived at Teshburl unharmed, but slightly more headstrong, as is common with paladins on quests. He was no longer a messenger; he was defending his own life, and the possible reputation of his family, his House, and the lives of all Thalorians.

Witnesses have stated that Thaymos arrived, stayed the night at the Green Sap Tavern, paid tribute at the local temple, and then proceeded to stand outside the main warehouse of the Sash, without saying anything, for several hours.

Several passersby who were aware of the situation, and of who this man was, began standing around, anxious to see what would develop. They stated that the guards asked the man what his business was, and what he was doing there, to no reply.

Tensions began to mount, and growing tense, Ssarlos left the warehouse to ask Thaymos to leave. Residents stated that Ssarlos exited the warehouse and was obviously irate and began screaming to Thaymos that he leave, that the guards would take matters into their own hands if he did not. Thaymos continued to stand motionless, weapon undrawn, waiting. Ssarlos began approaching Thaymos, screaming even more now, growing even more angered by the man's obvious ignorance and unresponsiveness.

But Thaymos had immediately realized something about Ssarlos, the moment he left his warehouse. While many could have arrived at the same conclusion from the known facts, Thaymos in his nature and duty, had to know and make sure for himself. Ssarlos kept walking towards Thaymos, slowly but deliberately, knowing full well the crowd was getting larger, and fearing the consequences for deeds which were now seeming more and more known by all. His fear led to panic, and just as he came within reach of Thaymos, his mind had been made up, and he believed there was only one thing that could be done.

The dagger Ssarlos drew made it out of its sheath, gripped well in the strong hand, and then fell onto the cobblestones of the street, never having drawn blood, its purpose unfulfilled. Likewise, the head of Ssarlos also fell onto the cobblestones, and this did show quite much blood, making up for the uselessness of the dagger. The guards considered for a moment, and then slowly walked back inside the warehouse. Thaymos sheathed his sword, and left.

Once news sprung of what Ssarlos had done, the merchant guild banned the Sash from the city, though it was all but dead, as was their leader. Thaymos had fulfilled his mission, helping not only his family, his name, and his House, but the people of Teshburl from the desires of an evil man. Thaymos had championed not only over evil and its deceit, but also in favor of his family and House.


To be continued when my time allows.

Carpolonius Lundigraf
Mercantile Historian, Candlekeep
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Thamos Thalorian

Postby Adriorn Darkcloak » Mon Oct 08, 2007 10:54 pm

A History of House Thalorian, continued.

The Priest

Carpolonius Lundigraf
Month of Flamerule, Year 624

For many years, House Thalorian has been at the epicenter of Waterdahvian trade. Their merchants and shops throughout the city and beyond have always been associated with good commerce and merchandise. From furs to fruits, leather to lavender, House Thalorian's name is well-respected among merchants, guilds and commoners. What follows is a brief history of the House and its members, and, having already narrated the life of the eldest Thalorian, I shall now continue with the life of the secondborn, Thamos Thalorian.

Thamos Thalorian was born to Tham and Mayisa Thalorian exactly two years after the birth of his eldest brother Thaymos. Thaymos' was an easy birth without any complications, and so too can it be said about Thamos. He was a soft-spoken child, ready to open his parents' wishes, as well as those of his brother Thaymos. He never questioned the motives of his parents, wishing always to serve them in any way possible. Thaymos and Thamos were extremely close siblings; playing, studying, working, and living together. They shared the same dreams of adventurer, as well as those of success in later years. Thamos also took the same traits from his father that Thaymos had, and their close relationship and bond were well known and admired.

When his brother began helping the paladins of Helm, Thamos would visit his brother and stay and speak with the elder paladins and priests, the ones too old now to go out and actively fight for Helm. Thamos, according to his relatives and siblings, was a child who always enjoyed the company of adults more than the company of those his same age, with the exception of his siblings. He was intrigued by the knowledge these elders possessed, and was likewise a man of faith. He too began keeping visits with the Helmsmen, not for the training of a paladin, but for the wisdom of their older priests and paladins.

With the passing of Time, Thamos had developed not only an interest in the wisdom and experience of the elders, but also further strengthened his strength and faith in the Gods. The teachings and knowledge passed down to him convinced him of his calling and his place in life. While his brother had become a worthy paladin of Helm, and a proud member of the Thalorian family and business, Thamos had begun his schooling in the ways of a priest. The decision had made his family happy, knowing one of their sons had chosen the life of worship and priesthood, and it had made Thaymos extremely proud knowing his brother was not only a cleric, but a follower of Helm. But like many times in our lives, and as his older brother knew well, there are always steps or trials one must go through in life.

To be ordained a cleric of Helm, one must go through the ceremony known as the Consecration of a Postulant. The Steeleyes, or the elder priests, knew Thamos was a man of wisdom, even if his age said otherwise. But one learns much from listening to the advice and experience of others. One learns not to make the same mistakes others made, if one but chooses to pay attention. They knew that Thamos required a quest sufficiently difficult enough to prove his worth and be accepted into the order of Helm.

The priests in Waterdeep had recently received news from their brethren in Calimport that a knight-errant of Helm was seeking a lost artifact, a sphere, to aid the cause in the city and bring some more power to the temple. The priests believed Thamos could help their temple find the artifact and help Helm regain some power in the sin-city that is Calimport. He was sent out to Calimport, with his mission to find the sphere, and return when he had been successful. Otherwise, he should return and bring news that it had been for naught. His worthiness would come not from success, but from the work done in acquiring the artifact.

After several weeks of travel and study, Thamos arrived in Calimport and was greeted by some of the paladins of Helm and taken to meet their Senior priest. From what has been gathered, after much scrying by the priests, the location of the sphere was determined to be in none other than Waterdeep. The priests could not scry the exact location, but were certain it was hidden somewhere in the city, and that the presence of undead was evident in the scrying. After a pleasant stay in the temple and house of Helm, Thamos recalled back to his temple and spoke the news to his elders.

After much preparation, Thamos was sent to the Yawning Portal, and was given access to enter the Undermountain, to find the sphere and return with it if at all possible. His parents and siblings came to wish him well, and offer him their prayers. Thamos entered the tunnels and mazes of the labyrinthine construct, and what follows was his testimony to the priests of the temple upon his return.

After some careful exploration, and avoiding unwanted attention from some rather grotesque and beastly residents, Thamos arrived in an area, in the under-depths of Undermountain, which seemed familiar to him. His help scrying the sphere must have given him some subconscious memory of the location, and upon his arrival to a long tunnel with doors, he knew it was near. He was forced to call upon his god and turn a ghastly ghoul that blocked the entrance to the tunnel, but otherwise was not bothered. Many of the doors were sealed shut, but one of them yielded, and the smell of undeath was sign enough of his arrival. After slowly passing several more doors, he became aware of the presence of some dozen undead monsters in the presence of one large and obviously evil Zombie Lord. The zombie spotted him, and sent his minions in to claim Thamos. According to him, all it took was one word, a divine word of power, to vanquish all but one of the undead, the Zombie Lord. The second word, however, finished the work. The zombie had the sphere, and had placed it on a gruesome and bloody altar, a sign of magic, power or some divine gift, but that remains unknown. Thamos had his sphere, and on his return, the approval, and happiness of his family and priests.

Thamos did not enter the temple as a resident priest, however. He remained in his family’s estate, and would work during the day at the temple or wherever he was needed in the city, or outside. Thamos wanted to help not only the city, but also his family as best he could. He would offer services for his family and employees and the family chapel, and would comfort those in grieving. He would listen to the troubles of his men and would help them in whatever way he could. He was the one priest of House Thalorian, and most in the city knew him for his kindness, his wisdom, and his gift of listening to the troubles of others. He, like his older brother, was much appreciated by his family and business, as well as the city itself.

This, however, would not be the case for the third-born Thalorian. But my research and writing must cease for now, to be continued when time and energy permit.


Carpolonius Lundigraf
Mercantile Historian, Candlekeep
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Postby Adriorn Darkcloak » Sun Mar 23, 2008 7:17 pm

A History of House Thalorian, continued.

Sorrow

Carpolonius Lundigraf
Month of Horvos, Year 625

For many years, House Thalorian has been at the epicenter of Waterdahvian trade. Their merchants and shops throughout the city and beyond have always been associated with good commerce and merchandise. From furs to fruits, leather to lavender, House Thalorian's name is well-respected among merchants, guilds and commoners. We shall continue with the history of the family with a biography of the thirdborn son, Thaamos. House Thalorian seldom mentions this name, and a deep sorrow can be seen on the faces of the Thalorians when it is.

Thaamos Thalorian was born to Tham and Mayisa Thalorian not even two years after the birth of his brother Thamos. His early years were spent in tutelage in the House, helping with daily chores and playing with his older brothers. Thaamos specially seemed to favor his eldest sibling, Thaymos, and his responsible and charismatic nature. The religiosity prevalent in the Thalorian household also showed itself in Thaamos, who was eager to please and worship his gods. Tham and Mayisa could not be happier with their offspring.

Thaamos' future appeared to mimic that of his brothers, but fate had different plans. His attachment to his older brother was dramatically altered during the course of an altercation that occurred after Thaymos' initiation into the Holy Order of Paladins. Thaamos appeared to want to follow in his brother's footsteps, and had been studying the ways of the Paladin under the tutelage of his brother and his companions. Thaymos one day was sent to investigate rumors that one of their own, a Paladin by the name of Landranor, had been consorting with an evil sorceress named Madrine. Thaymos brought Thaamos with him, so he could see what true evil really is. When they arrived at Landranor's home in Waterdeep, they found he was in the company of Madrine at that time. Neighbors claim they had never seen any suspicious activities or persons near the home of the Paladin. Landranor was outraged that they had sent Thaymos to investigate, claiming he had done nothing wrong, nor had he conspired in any way with the sorceress. Thaymos started pressing his views, demanding answers to why he was in the presence of an evil sorceress. Thaamos looked on, silently, trying to defend his brother if need arise, but also learn and see what evil was about.

After some time, Landranor apparently confessed that he had fallen in love with the sorceress, that she had cast no spell on him, and that it was his deepest emotion to be with her. The sorceress had watched wearily, anxious to defend Landranor, but wise enough to know the dangers of speaking out at that time. She was a magician of small renown in the city, who had a past as a rogue and thief, but had been taken under as apprentice to the necromancer Valnos in secrecy, according to records and heresay. When Landranor mentioned that he would be leaving the Order, for she had convinced him to leave the city and settle in nearby Minthka to work their crafts, Thaymos became outraged. He believed Landranor to be a traitor, and Madrine an evil witch that had seduced Landranor in her magic. After that, all that is known is that Madrine was found dead, Landranor found in tears over her body.

When Thaymos drew his weapon and killed the sorceress, Thaamos immediately ran. Perhaps out of fear, perhaps out of outrage or alarm, but what is known is that he went missing for several days. Upon his return, he spoke little, saying only he had spent the time meditating. Thaymos tried to explain what had happened, but Thaamos each time grew more inflamed, wanting to know nothing of his brother, growing more distant of him each time. Thamos, upon Thaymos' request, attempted to speak to his brother as his priest, but Thaamos would not listen either.

Thaamos could not understand why his brother, a man he considered a Paladin of a god, a protector of all things Good, could have murdered a woman; someone he thought had done nothing wrong. His view of Good changed that day, and grew bitter at the fact he had spent all that time, that he had looked up to his brothers with such high regard, only to see what it was they truly believed in. Slowly his transformation began that day, with slighting remarks to his brothers during dinnertime, to casual insults to the Paladins when he would pass them by. His upbringing held firm, however, and his belief in the gods, and his discipline were strong. It was his alignment, his beliefs that changed.

As fate would have it, it was under the tutelage of Valnos, Madrine's old mentor, that Thaamos found himself one day, seeking somehow to understand what had happened. Valnos convinced Thaamos that his brother's actions were indeed wrong, that it was that very nature that made Paladins the vile defenders of all things to despise. Valnos summoned a dark servant of his, a creature by the name of Thk' Alon, to speak with Thaamos. The creature continued the tutoring started by his brother Thaymos, only this time, under evil pretenses. After some time, he abandoned Helm, and began praying to Bane.

Unlike the biographies of his two other brothers, Thaamos' is unique. For when his family received news of what Thaamos had been doing, from some rather important Waterdhavian figures (which chose to remain anonymous), they could not believe it. He was summoned to House Thalorian, and questioned by his parents and older brothers. Thaymos immediately recognized the aura surrounding Thaamos and hesitated drawing his weapon. He denied nothing, and said he did not wish to be lied to anymore, that he had seen and understood all the hypocrisy in his family and his eldest brother specially. Mayisa left the room in tears, wanting to hear no more, physically distressed and weary from what her son was saying. Thamos helped her leave the room, and made sure to ensure her wellbeing. Left alone with his father and Thaymos, he knew his family was no longer that. His father, with a shaken and nervous voice, told Thaamos to leave; he was no longer wanted. He had shamed his family, and himself, but his father said that was not his worry. He said he had hurt them, made them know the true meaning of sorrow. Tham asked him not to return. Thaymos made it clear that if he did, he would be sure to duel. The strength and resilience usually found in the voice of the Paladin was not there. Sorrow was the only sound present.

So it was that Thaamos Thalorian became the sorrow of House Thalorian, never to return. His beliefs were only strengthened by the actions of his family, making him believe true good would not act in such a way. His hatred towards his brother, and all those like him, strengthened as well.

...to be continued, for there are more siblings to write about.


Carpolonius Lundigraf
Mercantile Historian, Candlekeep
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Re: A History of House Thalorian

Postby Adriorn Darkcloak » Sun Jun 01, 2008 12:07 am

A History of House Thalorian, continued.

The Captain

Carpolonius Lundigraf
Month of Flamerule, Year 625

For many years, House Thalorian has been at the epicenter of Waterdahvian trade. Their merchants and shops throughout the city and beyond have always been associated with good commerce and merchandise. From furs to fruits, leather to lavender, House Thalorian’s name is well-respected among merchants, guilds and commoners. What follows is a brief history of the House and its members, and, having already narrated the life of the elder Thalorians, I shall now continue with the life of the nextborn, Thaemos Thalorian.

After the years and tears spent dealing with Thaamos, the existance of their next child, Thaemos , would be a blessing onto them. Thaemos brought his parents much joy, as he seemed to also be following in the footsteps of his elder brother Thaymos. But, with the trouble Thaamos brought, Thaemos’ eyes and views of the gods would be seriously hurt. Whereas all his brothers had found a calling in the religious life, good or evil, Thaemos found the whole affair questionable. How could the gods cause such suffering to his parents and brothers? So while he said one thing, he seemed to be thinking something completely different in regards to the religious calling.

Where he did excel, however, was in the martial arts. He was extremely adept in the use of the sword, the dagger, the mace, and any weapon that was thrust into his hands. He was able to spar with most of his teachers, and his brothers at times and usually come out winning. So It was that his Tham, wishing to keep his children close, especially after Thaamos, asked Thaemos if he wished to be a part of the guards of House Thalorian. Thaemos was overjoyed, and thankful his father had offered this to him, something he had never really offered any of his brothers.

His father asked the Captain of his guard, a man by the name of Wildred Mansorth, to see if his son had the talent to be a part of the guard. He wished for no special treatment to be offered to him, something Thaemos thanked silently, and to be treated as any other recruit. Thaemos was dueled by Mansorth himself, and performed admirably. Although he was bested, the match had been a close one, drawing much attention from the other guards that day. Afterwards, somewhat saddened to have been bested, Thaemos took the offer with much joy, thanking both his father and Wildred for their generous natures.

Thaemos spent his first year doing training, not just in the use of arms and defense, but also in terms of strategy, planning, and the logistics of guarding a merchant caravan, a camp, and other such duties of a mercantile guard. The other guards accepted him without reservations into their family, knowing he had been judged just as they had been, and grateful he had the talent to be very useful to them and their own wellbeing. His nights were spent doing minor guard duties as training, or when off, with his fellow guards at local taverns hearing news from afar, and engaging in the occasional drinking match.

For several years this was his routine, even through the days of Thaamos’ misfortunes and tragic consequences. It wasn’t until his 23rd year that something different occurred in his otherwise content life. Captain Mansforth one day decided he wished to retire. He had earned enough money working for the Thalorians that he could afford to spend the rest of his life in peace and relaxation. Speculation as to who would follow him as Captain of the Guards followed, although most knew it would be Thaemos. Many of the guards were hoping it would be Thaemos, as they trusted his skills enough to want him as their leader, or so they have claimed. When the news of Mansforth’s retirement was formally handed to the Thalorians, it also came with a suggestion from Mansforth that it be Thaemos. This greatly relieved the Thalorians, as well as gave them pride in their son, for at least they knew the announcement would be made by Mansforth and them together, and it would not look like nepotism.

When the day finally arrived, a formal ceremony was planned, with a feast to follow, in the halls of House Thalorian. Most of the guards were present, as were most of the Thalorian offspring. The ceremony was brief, with Captain Mansforth standing by Thaemos’ parents, and Thaemos standing below them in the Thalorian chapel. Tham ceremoniously gave Mansforth the scabbard and tunic of the Captain of the Guards, and Mansforth presented it to Thaemos. Thaemos wore the tunic, and secured the scabbard as sign of his new rank. After the ceremony, the guards were all invited to the feast, which lasted into the night. His parents were very thankful to Mansforth for his years of service and friendship, and gave him a few presents that night in front of all the men. They also presented Thaemos with a new sword, one more intricate and strong, fitting their new Captain of the Guard.

Thaemos took on his duties as Captain immediately the next morning, although somewhat tired. His men had respect for him, and knew he would lead and protect them as their new Captain. His brothers were very happy to have one of their own now as head of the guards, and were proud for their brother. Thus it was that Thaemos Thalorian, fourthborn of House Thalorian, became their Captain of the Guard, and remained as such for years to come.

The 5th of the Thalorian children would be completely different from his brothers in many ways. But I lack rest and study, and must continue on another time...


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Re: A History of House Thalorian

Postby Adriorn Darkcloak » Sun Jun 01, 2008 3:47 am

A History of House Thalorian, continued.

The Conjurer

Carpolonius Lundigraf
Deepwinter, Year 626

For many years, House Thalorian has been at the epicenter of Waterdahvian trade. Their merchants and shops throughout the city and beyond have always been associated with good commerce and merchandise. From furs to fruits, leather to lavender, House Thalorian’s name is well-respected among merchants, guilds and commoners. What follows is a brief history of the House and its members, and, having already narrated the life of the elder Thalorians, I shall now continue with the life of the fifthborn, Thammos Thalorian.

Thammos’ was birth was unlike his brothers’. It was painful and difficult for his mother, and the long birth was nearly her doom. But she lived, as did her new child, Thammos. This son of Tham was born prematurely, and the difficult and long delivery had apparently impacted his health. The maid at the time claims he was barely larger than his father’s hands, and that his mother was in bedrest for nearly one month. The Thalorian babe contracted a fever for several days, as well as a cold, and the family was in distress. It was Thamos who, even from his early age, showed signs of his future callings. He would routinely touch the child, attempting to soothe his pain. He would pray many times during the day and night, sometimes with his family, but mostly alone. The family would later thank Thamos for all his blessings, even at his age.

But young Thammos survived and grew, a weak and thin child, but healthy nonetheless. His brothers protected him as best they could, even as young children, remembering the trauma of his early days. When they were older, and his elder brothers seemed to be acquiring their skills in swordplay, it was clear that Thammos was not like them. The weapons were too heavy for him, and he soon lost interest in them. Thamos once again was there to help his brother out, and it was he who instilled in him, along with his parents of course, a love of learning and reading. So after a while, while his brothers were off playing knights, he would stay in his father’s library and read what books he could understand.

It happened one day, while reading the Tome of Faerun’s Magisters, that Thammos knew what he wanted to be. All the history and adventurers, as well as power, of Faerun’s finest and most powerful of Mages appealed to him, and drew him in. But he knew nothing of magic, and what little some of his brothers knew was of no use to him as a student. He did, however, know of a gnome in Waterdeep, an acquaintance of his father, who might be of help. So he asked his parents’ permission, and went to see the gnome Netonosel.

Netonosel was a well-known user of magic, and had specialized through the years in the power of the elements. When Thammos arrived, eager to know and understand magic, Netonosel was more than happy to help, as long as his parents approved. After receiving word of their approval (although they were somewhat nervous apparently), the gnome began slowly teaching Thammos the art of elemental magic. Thammos was smart enough to understand most of the information Netonosel would teach him, and the large volumes of information contained in the tomes the gnome had were easy enough for him to digest practically. His first casting was of a small ball of light; bright enough to illuminate any room, and it went off without incident. Both Thammos and Netonosel were pleased at their progress.

Three years passed, and Thammos was now in his twentieth winter. He knew well how to control the magic he knew, the power of the elements, and the practical applications of said magic. Netonosel was proud of his accomplishments, as well as of his own as a teacher. The young human had been able to understand and appreciate the elements, and the power that came with them. He had not been too eager, or at all hungry for the power that came with magic. His brothers could not believe the things he was capable of, and his parents were somewhat apprehensive at their son’s vocation. Soon, however, they would change their minds.

It would occur one day, while one of their caravans was getting ready to leave fully loaded with goods to trade with far-off Bryn Shander. That day, a large scaffold had been erected around one of the walls of the Thalorian estate to repair the aged walls. The workers were roughly twenty feet in the air, fixing old beams and grout. Suddenly, one of the horses pulling a wagon was frightened (no one really remembers what caused it), and it began pulling the wagon inside the estate at a dangerous speed. One of the wheels caught one of the scaffold’s support legs, sending the wagon to a sudden halt, the horse to the floor, and the scaffolding began to fall. It appeared the men on the scaffold would be severely injured by the fall, or worse, and that the contents of the wagon would be destroyed by the falling debris and scaffolding.

Suddenly, a creature twice the size of a man, and made of what appeared to be stone surfaced from the very soil. The creature stood as the support for the scaffolding immediately, holding the massive weight on its shoulders. But while the imminent disaster might be averted, the men on the platform had already lost their balance and footing, and began their drop. They never hit the ground. Both men suddenly appeared to just stop three feet from the ground, completely unharmed but extremely frightened. Slowly, they were placed standing on the ground, and a brief breeze of dust gave away the figures of some transparent figure hovering in mid-air. Everyone turned towards Thammos, who was visibly concentrating and tired. He had summoned the creatures, and had saved the lives of both men. The wagon could be repaired, and the scaffolding supports were quickly mended. Disaster had been averted.

After that day, the Thalorians looked at Thammos just as they did their other children; each with his own unique gifts. They no longer felt apprehensive towards his use of magic, which would quickly grow in use for the Thalorian business. His elementals would aid in heavy lifting and repairs, which alleviated many of the burdens of some of the men who had previously done the lifting. His major help, however, came in the form of bags and boxes. No longer did the Thalorians have to buy their products’ containers. Now Thammos was in charge of conjuring and creating all forms of boxes and bags, crates and barrels. Many have speculated over the amount Thammos ended up saving House Thalorian.

So it was that Thammos, now referred to as ‘the Conjurer’ by the men of House Thalorian, grew from a weak child, to a strong member of House Thalorian’s family of men. The band of fighters and priests now had a magician in their ranks.


As always, I shall continue when time permits.

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Re: A History of House Thalorian

Postby Adriorn Darkcloak » Sun Jul 06, 2008 11:29 pm

A History of House Thalorian, continued.

The Spy

Carpolonius Lundigraf
Ches, Year 627

For many years, House Thalorian has been at the epicenter of Waterdahvian trade. Their merchants and shops throughout the city and beyond have always been associated with good commerce and merchandise. From furs to fruits, leather to lavender, House Thalorian’s name is well-respected among merchants, guilds and commoners. What follows is a brief history of the House and its members, and, having already narrated the life of several of the Thalorian heirs, I shall now continue with the life of the sixth child, Thaimos Thalorian.

His birth was a normal one, as was his infancy. But Thaimos’ mother was tired; tired of the heartbreak with Thaamos, and of the emotional drain that came with it. The attention she gave Thaimos, according to several servants and workers, was less than she had given to his brothers. She did not punish nor teach like she had done with her other children. She loved him, but her undisciplined love and tiredness affected Thaimos and the man he would become. While most of this is hearsay and the opinion of the Historian, it has been conjectured from experience and observation.

Thaimos was a good child, according to his siblings and others, but not the most disciplined of Thalorian children. His mother would smile when before she had frowned, and he would slowly learn to ensure she would smile often; some would have called it manipulation (but the Historian would call it something else entirely). Sneaky and intelligent, Thaimos was that child in every family. He learned not to work for his rewards, but to receive them in other, easier ways. A commonly told anecdote tells of a time, near his thirteenth summer, when he was able to convince over a dozen of the household servants that his parents had given him permission to redecorate his living quarters in the style of the Calimshan. Needless to say, Sheik Thaimos did not last very long upon the return of his elders.

Unlike his older brothers, Thaimos did not join any Order or service. He enjoyed the life he was given at his home, and learned to maintain it as well he could. The little work he did involved mainly some daily chores to keep up appearances, as well as some routine work with the family business. His father, however, would soon grow tired of his easy life, and would change things dramatically for him and his future life.

One day , his father sent him on a simple mission: visit a local merchant house and see what goods they were selling and at what prices. Though a routine part of the business, Thaimos was happy to be sent to do something that he saw as important. After arriving at the storerooms, Thaimos made sure to examine all the merchandise and their corresponding prices in his usual easygoing fashion. Not having been seen much by the locals and other merchants, Thaimos was taken for just another customer eyeing the merchandise. He began to pay close attention to what some of the workers and foreman were talking about after hearing a mention of his family name. Apparently, they were speaking about a deal being made between their house and that of another merchant guild located near Nightfall, one his family would frequent. News of this type would be well received by his father, and he was quick to relay all he had heard to him upon his return. His father was very surprised at the details Thaimos remembered, not only of the conversations but also of the specifics of the merchandise, their condition and value. In his father’s eyes, Thaimos had a new role in the family business, that of spy.

From that day forward, Thaimos was sent to observe operations elsewhere and recount any information he had taken from his visits. While most of them were just to report on the prices, quality, and specifics of other businesses, sometimes Thaimos took it upon himself to engage in more…stealthy reconnaissance. He once managed to listen in on an entire meeting between two important mercantile heads of Waterdeep, without anyone aware of his presence (the names of the heads and their houses shall be withheld). He followed a mercenary hired by a rival house in Neverwinter all the way back to Waterdeep and was able to eliminate a threat once he became aware of the purpose of said mercenary. Occasionally he would also take pretty baubles he would find in the storerooms or warehouses of other merchant houses, from Hulburg to Bryn Shander.

So it was that the boy prince became the man sent by House Thalorian on its reconnaissance missions. Thaimos was happy to live the life of intrigue and stealth, not only for his own enjoyment but also for the aid of his parents. It gave him the life he enjoyed living, and also, in the eyes of his parents, gave him a valuable part of the family business. The Spy.


The night is old, as am I. I shall continue my History later.

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Re: A History of House Thalorian

Postby Adriorn Darkcloak » Fri Jan 09, 2009 6:02 pm

A History of House Thalorian, continued.

The Mortician

Carpolonius Lundigraf
Month of Horvos, Year 627

For many years, House Thalorian has been at the epicenter of Waterdahvian trade. Their merchants and shops throughout the city and beyond have always been associated with good commerce and merchandise. From furs to fruits, leather to lavender, House Thalorian’s name is well-respected among merchants, guilds and commoners. What follows is a brief history of the House and its members, and, having already narrated the life of the elder Thalorians, I shall now continue with the life of the nextborn, Thaumos Thalorian.

While the Thalorians had managed to maintain their prestigious business and raise their children with the love and care required, some have said such was not the case with the next offspring, Thaumos. Thaumos’ birth was a complicated one, and one that arrived sooner than anticipated. A sevenmonther, his remaining alive was one not thought to be likely. He was born early, and developed sickness within the week, almost guaranteeing his death. But as the Gods would have it, Thaumos would live.

Although a sickly child, prone to illness and weakness, Thaumos did survive and his family was in great relief, for the first few months of his life had been traumatic for them. His brothers rejoiced at having another sibling, but as time passed many of them were busy with their own stories, as have been chronicled earlier. The Thalorians themselves were busy during this time, keeping another House from acquiring an important trade route to nearby Neverwinter, and the affection paid to his elder brothers was one he did not fully receive, as witnesses have stated.

So it was that Thaumos grew up mainly alone, choosing to remain indoors for protection; a fear brought on by his constant early illnesses. He would comfort himself reading, studying different parts of the natural world from inside. The properties of wood, stone, earth and fire were ones he would begin to analyze from his study, reading from the thorough collection of books his family had amassed. The major factor that would determine Thaumos’ future would be a book entitled ‘An Illustrated Study of Humans’ by the infamous researcher Forthas Mundcan. Albeit a complete and accurate description and study of the human anatomy, the way in which Mundcan completed his life-long study remains suspicious. Regardless, young Thaumos was extremely intrigued and awestruck by the graphical displays of the bones and muscles, teeth and skull of the human body. The pictures both traumatized and intrigued him, and he sought to learn more.

Thaumos began to replicate what he had seen in drawings, but would soon attempt to make his own attempts, not on humans, but on rats. He would take them to his study and dissect them, later on while they were still alive, to see the inner workings and attempt his own studies. But Thaumos quickly grew bored with rats, and sought more real examples to study. So it was that one night, Thaumos decided to enter the Thalorian mausoleum, located under the family chapel, and seek out real bones and bodies to study. He would do this for over a year, until he exhausted his options with the available resources. His family remained unaware of his nocturnal visits throughout this time, knowing his preferred to remain alone, growing every day more reclusive.

One day, however, he asked to speak to his father, stating he wished to find work, and would prefer something he would be able to do at night, in peace, without contact with people. He suggested something in Waterdeep’s cemetery, a place where he might be alone. His father half-reluctantly agreed, under the criticisms of his wife, and procured him a job as an assistant grave keeper.

Thaumos was meticulous in his work, organizing the city’s cemetery’s inner workings and records, detailing all possible known residents and their whereabouts. Although time consuming (approximately 3 years of his life) he accomplished his goal, and was rewarded with the title of Master Grave Keeper of the cemetery, which coincided with the accidental death of the current holder of the title. Thaumos insisted he needed no underlings, that he could maintain the cemetery by himself, and that he would personally hire anyone when he needed them. We know he never did hire anyone, and suspect, knowing his future workings, that he most likely created them.

Throughout these years, Thaumos would be reading many more books dealing with the human body, the preservation of it, as well as several darker tomes about the subject. Thaumos began also to seek audience with two of his older brothers, Thamos and Thammos, and ask them for information and teachings dealing with the art, and magic, of preserving a corpse and of casting certain spells. His brothers obliged without question, knowing him to be more introverted, but believing him to be looking for ways to improve his task as mortician. Thaumos would use these apprentice teachings to begin to slow master a darker teaching, Necromancy.

The Necronomicon became his Bible, and he would spend many a sleepless night perfecting his craft. He had an endless supply of practice, and over the course of his life would master his craft. His family would remain completely unaware of his practice, and he would even help his family bury his own parents in their private mausoleum later in his life. His brothers gave him the title of Grave Keeper of the family, knowing he was the expert in preservation and keeping of the dead.

Thaumos’ story does not end there, however. His hordes served him for many years at the cemetery, including building him an extensive underground system of tunnels and laboratories. But that is left for another History, and another historian.


Carpolonius Lundigraf
Mercantile Historian, Candlekeep

N.B. - The life and history set herein was not easy to acquire, as most of it remains speculative and under secrecy. Written here are accounts from many, including family members, and their brief descriptions of moments in his life. Much remains unknown…
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Re: A History of House Thalorian

Postby Dalar » Wed Apr 08, 2009 8:32 pm

Why are all these guys named so similar?
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Re: A History of House Thalorian

Postby Thilindel » Thu Apr 09, 2009 4:12 am

Elven envy, and a cloning machine!
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Re: A History of House Thalorian

Postby Adriorn Darkcloak » Fri May 29, 2009 8:41 pm

A History of House Thalorian, continued.

The Groundsman

Carpolonius Lundigraf
Summertide, Year 628

For many years, House Thalorian has been at the epicenter of Waterdahvian trade. Their merchants and shops throughout the city and beyond have always been associated with good commerce and merchandise. From furs to fruits, leather to lavender, House Thalorian’s name is well-respected among merchants, guilds and commoners. What follows is a brief history of the House and its members, and, having already narrated the life of the elder Thalorians, I shall now continue with the life of the nextborn, Thawmos Thalorian.

Thawmos had, from all accounts, a normal birth and upbringing. His parents gave him the love and care they gave the rest of their children, and his brothers treated him well. He enjoyed playing outdoors especially, running around the family grounds, hanging from trees, jumping in the small pond in the family home, and other outdoor juvenile pleasures. He was able to enjoy engaging in these activities with his other brothers around his age, but they quickly went off to pursue their own interests. For Thawmos, however, this was his interest, and one he would not leave.

Thawmos knew the grounds of his home well, and he knew the intricacies of the trees in their property, as well as the wildlife present in it. From butterflies to larks, caterpillars to nighttime owls, Thawmos became accustomed to their presence in his playroom and respected their space and sanctuaries. So it was that he began to slowly care for these, trimming unwanted branches and weeds, cleaning the pond of unwanted dirt and debris, and keeping the lawn he so cherished healthy and watered. He would painstakingly make many a trip to the well to take water to different parts of the grounds that needed it. He would, according to several worksmen, build his own instruments to care for the different parts of his weekly tasks.

His parents were very intrigued by Thawmos’ self-discipline in these tasks, and were awed by the level of care and awareness he had developed towards the outdoors. They proceeded to ask their Groundskeeper, a man by the name of Wilmsot, to aid their son and teach him the fundamentals and advanced knowledge of the care of plants, trees and grasses. Wilmsot, a quiet and peaceful man, agreed to help young Thawmos learn his trade.

Wilmsot stated he was impressed by Thawmos’ general knowledge and how far he had progressed by himself before even starting his apprenticeship. Thawmos would later say that Wilmsot was a very gentle teacher, and imparted his knowledge and trade generously and patiently to him. He was always, he said, very pleased to have him as his guide to learning more about Nature.

Sadly, Wilmsot passed away close to a year after beginning his tutelage of young Thawmos. From all accounts, he died in his sleep, in the little cabin he had in the family grounds, as naturally as a man in his trade would hope for. The Thalorians were left without their Groundskeeper, and without a teacher for their son. They began to inquire and ask their merchants for anyone they knew, of reputable history, who would serve both tasks. One of their clients, whose name was not retrieved, suggested an elven man by the name of Liran Wynterreine. His knowledge of the natural world was advanced, as was his familiarity with the teachings of said knowledge. The Thalorians agreed to meet with Liran Wynterreine after having asked their contacts to research his background and reputation.

The meeting went well, and the Thalorians agreed to hire Liran as their son’s mentor and teacher. Liran, however, said he was not able to stay and take on the task of Groundskeeper, for his path lay elsewhere, but he would be glad to teach another his beliefs and pass on his knowledge to one who so loved to protect and care for Nature’s gifts. He also suggested, according to the Thalorians, that instead of looking for a Groundskeeper, that they think about having their son take on the task for awhile, for he knew more about their land than most, and judging from how it appeared, he was doing an excellent job.

Liran met Thawmos that afternoon, and asked young Thawmos to walk with him through the family grounds to better learn the terrain and life therein. The walk was a mostly quiet one, apparently, with Thawmos explaining several things about their trees and wildlife, and about the family’s lawn and pond. Liran mostly nodded (from what other worksmen have noted) and would respond with some questions concerning the treatment of the grounds and how Thawmos would go about caring for certain things.

Liran would end up spending 3 years teaching young Thawmos his knowledge and his beliefs, which, as historical records would later go on to show, were as a Druid. Although the history of Liran Wynterreine can be left for another archive, his elven origins were proven, as was his rank of Druid, one he would later impart on Thawmos.

Their parting was a simple ceremony, and one young Thawmos took somberly but knowing it had to be. The two had complimented each other perfectly as teacher and student, and both showed the same humility and quiet ways. Liran explained he intended to pursue an offer made by an old friend to join a travelling company to protect others, something Thawmos understood and accepted. They embraced upon leaving, and Thawmos thanked him dearly for all he had taught him. Liran smiled and left.

When he returned inside his home, the Thalorians were ready to place an offer before Thawmos. His father explained that if he wanted, both his parents would be honored to have him stay and keep their home and grounds as his own. They understood he might choose to continue and follow his path as Druid elsewhere, or nowhere, but they wanted to offer him his grounds as his home, for he deserved them more than they did. Thawmos smiled at this last statement, and accepted, telling them he did not know what might happen months or years from then, but he found peace and unity living and doing what he had always done outside his family home. He moved that same day to Wilmsot’s old cabin, now, officially, the family Groundsman.

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Re: A History of House Thalorian

Postby Adriorn Darkcloak » Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:30 pm

A History of House Thalorian, continued.

Carpolonius Lundigraf
Horthos, Year 629

Magus Draconis

For many years, House Thalorian has been at the epicenter of Waterdahvian trade. Their merchants and shops throughout the city and beyond have always been associated with good commerce and merchandise. From furs to fruits, leather to lavender, House Thalorian’s name is well-respected among merchants, guilds and commoners. What follows is a brief history of the House and its members, and, having already narrated the life of the elder Thalorians, I shall now continue with the life of the nextborn, Thahmos Thalorian.

Thahmos’ birth was one of complications and pain. His mother suffered greatly throughout the night of his birth, but eventually their next son was born. The midwife later reported that he emerged extremely
hot to the touch, and their feared him born with fever. His mother would suffer greatly throughout his first year as a babe, for he would complain often, be restless, and choleric. He slowly improved after turning passing his first winter, but his temper and irritable nature would remain with him.

Growing up, Thahmos would lose his temper quickly with his siblings, and would incur the wrath of his elder brothers for his behavior and frequent outbursts. One of his brothers, Thammos, discovered that Thahmos would quickly regain his calm if he would perform some simple cantrips, of light and fireshow. So it was that Thahmos would slowly gain an interest in his brother’s craft, wishing to explore that world of light and magic, of fire and power.

With the support of his older brother, and the approval of his parents, Thahmos began serving as apprentice to the mages of the library of Baldur’s Gate. He served many masters, each with his own area of expertise. His true talent however, lay in the area of invocation magic, specifically anything dealing with fire. His mother would always say he was born with it in his blood, and the mages of the library agreed to give him as the apprentice to the master of invocation, Andranon. A talented and kind master of the arts, Andranon would teach Thahmos how to control the power in his blood and weave it to suit his own needs. Both fire and sand would work together to forge powerful magic, but it was he, Thahmos, who must be responsible for it.

After several years, Andranon felt Thahmos was ready to use his skill in a test of his arts. He sent Thahmos as his representative at a yearly contest of magic held near the town of Shadowdale. Mages from all around would attend each year in a test of their magical powers, their level of training, and the difficulty involved in the spells they chose. Many went to practice new spells, or to learn from others. Some would attend to brag about their power and skill. Andranon had sufficiently trained him to use his powers for good, and to be aware of the tricks and arrogance of many other practitioners. However, he knew Thahmos was still young, full of youthful ignorance and arrogance, with a temper that had never failed to leave him. Regardless, he also recognized that Thahmos needed to realize his own weaknesses and shortcomings, and must control his temper or suffer the consequences; consequences that in a magical duel might mean death.

His father sent his older brother Thammos to be with his brother, along with a small caravan of merchants to attend the festival and sell their goods. Thahmos was glad for the company of his older brother, and after several weeks they arrived outside Shadowdale. Andranon had told him that sometimes, on rare occasions, Elminster would appear and compete as well in the tournament, mostly to ensure that all understood that Shadowdale was under his constant protection and watch.

Thahmos was extremely surprised to see the old mage had indeed come this year, and his simple red and gold robes and hat were as Andranon had described. There were over 100 robed mages present that year, some with elegant robes and apprentices, others more simply dressed and alone. After ensuring their merchants had settled in, the two brothers explored the tournament grounds and fair. Thahmos had been signed on earlier under the category of Fire Magic, and had practiced his skill with the Fireball spell. While extremely talented with the fireball, he knew the competition would be strong in this spell, but was eager nonetheless to practice it.

The following day the tournament officially began, and when it came time for his category to begin, Thahmos learned that Elminster would also be competing in this division. Another mage he had seen before was also placed here, and Thahmos has immediately recognized him as one of the arrogant ones Andranon had told him about. The mage had even challenged Elminster, calling him an old man, who had lost his edge in the casting of such a mid-level spell. Thahmos was eager to see the results, and was proud of his skill, not only with the casting of the spell, but with the visual element he had added to the explosion, that of a dragon breathing fire upon the entire area.

When it came time for him to cast, his brother gave him a friendly wink and Thahmos set to casting. The small point of reddish-yellow light burst forth from his fingertips, flying at incredible speeds toward a field that had been set aside for the tournament. When it reached its destination, the small point of light grew exploded, and in an instant the draconic head breathed its fiery explosion on the area. The crowd around him clapped and cheered, with some impressed by the visual component.

If there was ever a moment Thahmos spoke most of, it was of what the mage Elminster said to him as he walked back to his brother. Elminster stepped forward out of the crowd, winked at him with a small smile, and said: “Well done, Draconis”. There are moments in one’s life that change their character, and this was such a moment for Thahmos.

Thahmos did not go on to win the tournament, placing 3rd behind the arrogant mage and Elminster, who created such a blast that it sent many in the crowd to the ground, including the other mage who had just lost first place. Elminster left quickly thereafter, claiming no prize except that of having humbled a mage too full of himself, and filling Thahmos’ spirit with pride and jubilation.

Thahmos would go on to win that category many years later (Elminster was not present that year), and would be a future master of Invocation in the very library that trained him. He brought more glory to his family as a renown master of Fire, after slowly taming his temper. His father once said that his temper left him once he gained control of Fire. Draconis, incidentally, was a title he would forever wear proudly .

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Re: A History of House Thalorian

Postby Adriorn Darkcloak » Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:31 pm

A History of House Thalorian, continued.

Carpolonius Lundigraf
Eleasias, Year 631

The Diplomat

For many years, House Thalorian has been at the epicenter of Waterdahvian trade. Their merchants and shops throughout the city and beyond have always been associated with good commerce and merchandise. From furs to fruits, leather to lavender, House Thalorian’s name is well-respected among merchants, guilds and commoners. What follows is a brief history of the House and its members, and, having already narrated the life of the elder Thalorians, I shall now continue with the life of the nextborn, Thaomos Thalorian.

Thaomos’ was born on a cloudy, rainy day in Highsun. He was a healthy baby, and proved to be easy to raise as an infant as well. His younger siblings would enjoy playing with him, and proved to be the role models for his future specialties. Two brothers who would be particularly fond of Thaomos were his older brothers Thammos and Thaimos. Both quite older than he, they enjoyed the pleasure of having a smaller little brother to play with and teach. While Thaimos was more playful in the rogueish sense, Thammos was more the teacher. Together they would have a remarkable impact on his life.

When he matured and reached an age of further education, Thaomos wished to pursue the magical arts. His older brother had met several magicians who could serve as worthy teachers to young Thaomos, and he introduced him to his master. Meanwhile however, Thaimos was still the fun older brother to Thaomos, and the two would get together at a local bar or tavern whenever possible. Thaimos would often demonstrate, out of a playful pride, his thiefly traits with some of the patrons and barmaids. The two would laugh together, but the tricks and skills Thaimos would display would engrain themselves into Thaomos.

One night of particular frivolity, Thaimos was caught pinching the rear of one of the more feminine patrons of a tavern. He had not seen the large husband of a man who had approached him from behind. The man shoved Thaimos headfirst into the ground, which immediately caused both brothers to stand and together confront the man. Before Thaimos could speak (which might not have been recommended at that moment), Thaomos very elegantly and smoothly explained to the husband that his brother was somewhat intoxicated, and believed his wife to be his old lover, who had died recently in a fire. Thaomos apologized to the wife as well, and smiled at the husband while slowly escorting his brother outside. His brother had immediately recognized the rouse, and had begun to act somewhat more the drunkard than he truly was. The two laughed together on their walk home. However, it was the first public case of Thaomos as the young diplomat he would soon become.

Tales of his brother’s simple, but effective, response to an imminently dangerous situation reached their father’s ears (due primarily to the fact that Thaimos told the house servants). While his father half-heartedly looked at Thaimos with a stern face, he asked his younger son Thaomos if he would help him with a situation that had presented itself recently to him. An old merchant client of his near Baldur’s Gate had informed him that he had recently begun to receive thuggish requests from a new local band of brutes in the city. The merchant was scared, but was too proud to leave the city he had always held business in. Tham asked his son Thaomos if he would go and talk to his old acquaintance, and try to either convince him to leave, or, the more dangerous option, convince the band that type of behavior was unacceptable towards House Thalorian. Thaomos and his brother’s choice was obvious.

Together, the two brothers began their trek south towards Baldur’s Gate, only to be pleasantly surprised near the Troll Hills. While on the road south, a bright flash of magical energy sparked on the road near them, and in a blink of an eye their older brother Thammos appeared. The pair was glad to see their brother, and the three continued on. Thammos told them their father had informed him of his plans, and he had volunteered to help.

When they arrived at the bustling city it was near dusk, but the trio managed to reach the merchant’s shop near the northern gates of the city. They spoke to him, and realized he had no plans to leave, and just wanted to be left alone to continue his business without threats or violence. He told them the band frequented the Spitted Rat and that area, and they might find more information near there. They decided to rest for awhile at the merchant’s home, and proceed to the Rat later at night.

(The Rat is a disgusting filth of a tavern, more a sewer drain than a place of food). The trio reached the vicinity of the Rat and knew what part of town they were in. They were careful, and walked confidently until they reached the Rat. They were greeted inside with near darkness, but after they had adjusted their eyesight they had an idea where the band immediately was based on some descriptions from their merchant friend. Near the middle of the tavern were 6 flamboyantly dressed young men, weathered in appearance and muscular. Thaimos nudged both his brothers and nodded at them, and then silently walked into the more shadowy parts of the tavern’s hall. Thaomos and his brother both silently cast some protective spells on themselves and approached the band.

Three of their members immediately stood up, overly confident and gave them a thuggish stare. One of the remaining members that was seated reached under the table, while one of them, with his back to the brothers spoke first:

“Is there a reason you come here? We did not summon you.”

Thaomos spoke softly and quiety, and introduced himself as Dracos Linaroon, a business associate of a rather powerful family. He slowly bent forward and whispered to the men at the table:

“You are bothering one of our merchants. That will not happen again. My brother does not like to be summoned…either.”

Upon hearing those words, Thammos cast a basic cantrip of light, giving it a reddish hue. The spell made a small ball of crimson light appear in one hand, barely glowing, but in the dark tavern the effect was immediate: one of the men that was on his feet retreated a step, while one of the ones sitting slowly stood up and took a step back as well. He was met with a sharp point to his back and immediately froze in his step, knowing full well what was behind him. The man standing next to him fled.

Their leader, noticing what was ensuing slowly stood and turned towards the two brothers.

“You dare come into our place, our table, and threaten us?” said the thug-leader.

Thaomos looked at him sternly, nodded, and with one hand behind his back quickly traced a spell. His face immediately started to melt, revealing a hideous-looking undead skull with glowing red eyes. It spoke in answer to their leader’s question, and very softly replied “Yesss.”

Two of the men at the table, and one of the men standing immediately bolted from the table and fled from the tavern, as did several patrons. Only two men were left, the leader and Thaimos’ target, who had since soiled his pantaloons.

The leader had frozen, a look of immense fear on his face. Thaomos apparently then told him he wished for them to leave the city that night, and if their client were ever harmed in any way, he would see him and his brother again…for the last time. Thaomos then nodded his skeletal face at him, smiled a grotesque grin, and slowly walked towards the exit along with his brother. Thaimos had since vanished.

The three met quickly at their friend’s home, and told him of their talk with the band. The four of them laughed much that night, and Thaomos’ two older brothers would from that night on refer to him as the Diplomat.

Carpolonius Lundigraf
Mercantile Historian, Candlekeep

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