Backstory

Hector was born in the great port town of Subir. It is the shipping capital of the world and is
known for importing thousand on tons of cargo every day. Hector lived a normal sailor life on the small
caravel, Victoria. He and his crew were traveling to a small island to collect rich spices that they would
sell to the merchants of Subir, but the tides turned on hectors normal life. A band of pirates intercepted
them along their journey and killed most of Hectors crew. Whoever was left, including Hector, were
thrown overboard to die in the sea.
Hector washed up along the small port settlement known as Dirk. He then sought refuge in a
small inn. There he found a Centaur who called himself Sven and an elf known as Searil. This was
unusual because in all of Hectors travels he had rarely ever encountered anything else but humans.
Hector tried to steer clear of the Centaur because he knew of tales about their skill and power in battle
and did not want to cross paths with it. Hector bought the Inns special, bubbling black slagger, which
made him fall unconscious. Needless to say, he stayed the night in the inn.
Prologue
Hectors beauty sleep was interrupted in the middle of the night. Little green creatures known
as goblins attacked the town. The town guard was alerted and they tried to repel the goblin evasion,
but the battle turned for the worst when a troll dressed in full plate armor entered the battle. Hector,
Sven, Searil, a captured goblin, and two guards escaped Dirk on a couple small boats before it was
overtaken. The group sailed to an abandoned town along the shore. But, to the groups luck, another
band of goblins sprang from the houses around them. Then, to make things worse, the other goblin
army had followed them, including the troll. The goblins made a wall around the party trying to trap
them in while the troll beat their skulls in. Hector jumped into the water and managed to swim around
the goblins, but the rest of the party was not so lucky. Hector ran into one of the houses where he
jumped into a hole, and the troll destroyed the house trapping Hector inside in dark prison.
But, to Hectors surprise, this was not just a normal basement. It was an underground complex.
Hector advanced into the catacomb, and he found sarcophagi lining the walls. However, that was not
the only thing he found. Several animated bones rose up with weapons to fight him. Hector destroyed
them, but was badly injured after the fight and had to rest.
Once Hector woke up, he pushed farther into the catacombs and found a Dark Elf sorceress. The
sorceress used her dark energy to raise more skeletons. The skeletons charged for Hector, but thanks to
the giant gaping hole in front of Hector, all the skeletons fell down it. Then a dark orb expanded and
enveloped the sorceress turning her body emaciated and skeletal. She flew over the Hector and used
her claws and magic the destroy Hector, but Hectors skill was too great and he defeated her. A little
black stone was left in her ashes and Hector picked it up and put it into his bag. He then rests for the
night.
When he wakes up Hector move farther into the catacombs and finds stairs leading up. He goes
up them and finds himself in a goblin fort. He makes his way across the fort finding many dead bodies
including a chimera, dwarf and elf. He gets to the roof of the fort and uses a rope to climb down the
wall, but a goblin sees him and cuts the rope making him fall down and hit the ground unconscious. A
few hours later he wakes up and crosses a bridge to the land beyond.
Hector travels and comes across a human fort where he collapses in front of the gates.
Chapter 1
Theodore (Captain of the Guard): Take the stranger to the dungeons until he awakens, i am taking no
chances...it could be a goblin trick..
Several days pass, the brutal assault by the goblins kept fresh in everyone's minds by fleeting shadows
that circle the fortress at night. The lord has emerged from his chamber, muttering nonsense, his eyes
distant and without focus. His men are disheartened by the change, their lord was known for valor in
battle. Hector awakens at last.
Theodore: It is good to see a human after that assault...where are you from? When you collapsed at our
door you were in pretty bad shape...
Hector: I fought out of one of those creatures forts. They are brutal little things
Theodore: That is a tale I would not mind hearing but it is not the time...there are omens of something
far worse coming...I trust you, I really do. Either way you need to stretch those limbs before you lose the
muscle you do possess
Hector: I need a little rest first. I am in no fighting shape
Theodore: No fighting will occur. We have seen none of the vile folks for days. Some fresh air and sun
will do you good friend, now come."
The captain opens the door to allow Hector to exit the room, also revealing the bandages that cover
several parts of his body.
Hector: Im not the only one with a beating
Theodore: I was bested by four goblins and a sour turn of lady luck. But that again is a tale for another
time. Come friend.
Hector follows the man. As Hector crests the wall he sees dark clouds on the horizon. Slowly it dawns on
him that the scene is mirrored no matter what direction he looks, and the wind always seems to be
blowing towards him...the fortress rested at the heart of the land, and four massive storms are
encroaching towards him, its roar shaking the land itself.
Hector: This seems weird
At the gate a dwarf approaches with two townspeople.
Sir Duran (The Dwarf): I am sir Duran 3rd son of King Warren. Im seeking the rest of my clan who left
many months ago to fight this blight
Guard 1: Son of the king of adamantine peak?
Sir Duran: Aye human!
Guard 1: Enter
Sir Duran: I need to speak to your lord.
A guard hurries to Theodore
Guard 2: Sir, there is something amiss in the lords chambers.
Theodore: Lets go check it out.
Suddenly the wind picks up, the sheer force of the gale drowning out all sound and nearly ripping the
forest from the earth the four storms merge and are beginning to spiral together encompassing the sky
and devouring it.
Hector and Duran follow Theodore and two guards down into the lords chamber.
The room is oddly large, and has a pool of rippling water at the center. It looks in no way to be the lords
room.
Duran: (to Hector) Who are you? Look as if you went ten rounds with a mountain giant.
Hector: (to Duran) More like I went 1 round with 1000 goblins.
Duran: Aye just a 1000?
The party looks up and sees a statue of the ogre the guards had fought earlier.
Hector: Whats that?
Theodore: (Stammering) That is the ogre we fought earlier...
Hector: How did it get inside the fort?
Theodore: This...this cannot be right...it bears the mark of God...
Hector: God?
Duran: By the stone! What are you yammering about son!
Hector: Vari'ishtar?
Duran: Thats Ballin Stonehammer you fool!
Theodore: We thought the mark looked familiar...have we displeased god?
Hector: You guys did something. An ogre just doesn't appear out of nowhere.
Duran: Fools, what did you do! Balin looks most unpleased.
Theodore: Honestly we did nothing. It body dissolved and then reformed in here...we fear god has
condemned us all by slaying one of his heralds.
Duran: (to Theodore) Why do you say its this god, Variishtar? It is Ballin not one of your pathetic gods!
Theodore: (to Duran) Vari'ishtar is no pathetic god...he is the one and only god!
Theodore: Only those chosen by his majesty bear that mark...and we killed him...
Hector: Instead of arguing about gods. Let's do something!
Suddenly the entire structure shakes and the sound of thunder drowns out your voices. The storm had
arrived...
Duran: I will need a stiff drink after this
As if on cue, the water starts rippling rapidly, however not spilling a drop outside of its stone base.
Duran: Aye, ready thy selves!
The water rises upwards, creating a decrepit looking young mage, his feet fused into the water itself.
Duran: By the Stone!
Mysterious Mage: You must forget you found this place.
The figure says waving his hand through the air, releasing a multicolored ripple that seems to split the air
itself as it washes over the party.
Duran: (Under his breath) Gunna need 100 stiff drinks and my wenches after this...
...oddly you find that the spell has not effected you at all but the2 guards behind you blink stupidly, as if
they do not remember how they entered the room...
Mysterious Mage: These three are threatening to kill the lord Vari'ishtar and take his power for
himself...this heretics are behind the vile kin uprising and have unleashed the storm that tears our world
apart...slaying them will free us all and save those you love!
The figure smiles evilly as the two guards draw their blades.
Hector: (Drawing his scimitar) Great
Duran: (Drawing his shortspear)Stupid humans....
Theodore: (Drawing his weapon in his left hand because his right hand is broken) By the hells
The party and the two guards fight. The mysterious mage is also slinging spells at Duran. During the
fight, Hector disarms one of the guards, but the guard is able to punch him, knocking him unconscious.
Duran manages to dispatch one of the guards. The other guard steps into the pool and the water
envelopes the man encasing him in a blinding light before dissipating once more into a calm ripping
water.
Theodore: (Taking a step forward) (to Mysterious Mage) Who are you? An oracle of the gods?
Mysterious Mage: (Growling) An ant cannot hope to understand the sky...
Duran: Why dont you step out of your holy puddle and speak to us on stone.
Mysterious Mage: (to Duran) Why should a eagle waste its time talking to a toad? Instead it should
devour the ugly little creature.
Duran: Come eat then and quit wasting our celebrating time.
Mysterious Man: Unlike you, I was not brought into assistance by his majesty...i will not perish in the
storm that is ripping this world apart. I can wait...as you cannot.
Duran: Your majesty can kiss my back side.
Suddenly the room shakes violently, almost knocking the party from their feet as the puddle rises
upwards at the figure beckoning, creating a tidal wave too large to be formed by the fountain alone.
Duran: By the stone.
The water lashes outwards engulfing the room and bearing down upon you, crushing the very stone
underneath it.
Strange Voice: (Inside Durans Head) Jump into the fountain and enter the city which should never be
seen.
Strange Voice: (Inside Hectors Head) Enter the fountain, inside lies the key to freeing your realm.
Duran: I may regret this. Never should listen to voices in ones head
Hector: (In his unconscious state to himself) Who is this?
Strange Voice: (In Hector and Durans head) The old sage of shadowdale
The world around it is replaced by a spiraling corridor of light. The party becomes weightless as they lose
their sense of self. They know not how long you pass through the corridor, for it seems to have passed by
in mere seconds but taken the toll of many decades upon your body, sapping the strength from their
bones and mind. The party appears in a room with a blue fire in the center with a strong looking mage
inside the flames. Hector has regained consciousness.
Strong Looking Mage: You dare enter the realm of his majesty, Vari'ishtar? He who breathed life into
this universe and holds all in the palm of his hands?
Duran: So youre not the old sage of shadowdale.
Strong Looking Mage: (The mages face pales at the mention of that name) I am his majesty's vessel,
Sorin Mystogun.
Hector: Vessel? Like a ship.
Sorin (formally Strong Looking mage): I am his avatar, I appear before those unfitting of my full self, and
deal with them. If I appeared in my entirety I would burn you to a husk the moment you gazed upon me!
Duran: So you are a part of some human god?
Hector: Gods? I thought they were just something sailors prayed to keep their morale up.
Sorin: (Softly) I am beyond your comprehension. I appear as you wish to me to to make your feeble
minds able to grasp even a fragment of my greatness, Ballin Stonehammer to the dwarves and their
greed, and Vari'ishtar to the greedy humans. I control the very fabric of this reality.
The figure kindly points at Hector
Hector feels life flood into his body, his wounds healing instantly.
Hector: Wow I have not felt like this in a very...long...time.
Duran: hmph...
Strange Voice: (In Hectors Head) Beware false gods...
Strange Voice: (In Durans Head) You are going to let him insult your heritage dwarf? I would of thought
you were made of sterner material then that? Do you fear his parlor tricks?
Hector: False
Duran: You are no Ballin!
Sorin: (To Hector) You claim I am false? I just healed you fool! I could obliterate you in an instant! This
entire world is eroding underneath us as I speak just to satisfy me! And you have the ignorance to claim I
am a false deity!
Hector: I claimed nothing. Just something inside me does not want to trust you!
The black stone in Hectors pack suddenly begins to throb.
Duran: The old sage of shadowdale makes you cringe therefore youre not as mighty as u believe.
Sorin: You are being influenced by that heretic; the sage is locked away in hell for his believes by my
own power!
Duran: Why didnt u just erase him?
Sorin: ...I could have, but were would be the mercy in that?
Duran: Mercy? By the stone
Strange Voice: (In Hectors Head) Get past him into the blue flame and set me free...
Strange Voice: (In Durans Head) Dwarf, I am relying on you to free me, and then I will show you the
power of a mortal enraged. I will make this god shudder at the mere mention of my name!
Hector: Listen to the voice, Duran. I will distract him.
Duran: humph this isnt my battle all you so called gods and sages and blah can lick a toad.
Hector: You would rather stand there and do nothing?
Strange Voice: (In Durans Head) I will turn you into a toad you ungrateful midget!
Duran: humph and what do you suggest we do? What in the nine do you expect us to do? Look what
theyve done to us so far. By the stone they could both be demon spawn as far as we know.
Strange Voice: (In Hectors Head) Reveal...
The voice fades away
Sorin: I have had enough of that sage's meddling; you three are condemned to death. But in my
mercifulness I will allow each of you to strike me, and in my glory I will remain unfazed. And let
retribution raid down upon you to sunder the world in two!
Duran: (to strange voice) Then what do you want sage. How the nine am I to release you?
Sorin: The sage can no longer hear you; I have mercifully removed his taint from your minds.
Duran: oh joyous youre just so full of.....mercy. Ugh I need a drink. Hopefully theres an inn in hell.
Grinning, the figure point at Sir Duran and releases a small black stream of energy. Duran raises his
shield to block the energy, but his shield shatters and his arm snaps in half.
Theodore: Screw you! No god would abuse his power like this!
Theodore charges and strikes Sorin, but his sword melts away on contact.
Hector: Can you step out of the blue flame, so I can see my opponent better.
Sorin: You are unworthy to gaze upon your maker.
Hector: My maker. I'll believe it when I see it.
Sorin: You have seen me bestow life...do I need to take it away to make your believe mortal?
Hector: You didn't bestow my life. You just healed my wounds.
Sorin: You...dare defy me!
The figure throws a fireball at Hector, the inferno racing across the distance faster than his eyes could
follow. Erupting with the force to shatter a castle, the blast suddenly vanishes into nothing. No sign of
damage was left in its wake, not even heated air. Hector, bewildered, stood at its epicenter unharmed,
not even singed in the least bit.
Hector: What kind of godly power is that
Sorin: You..you stand unharmed...but how..I mean. That was the mercy of god, I do not wish to hurt my
children...not even those that defy me.
Duran: By the stone what makes him so special! He was a pushover.
The stone in Hectors backpack pulsates faster, throbbing against his back.
Duran: You dont wish to hurt? Liar! Look at my arm and shield you false prophet!
Sorin: Neither was life threatening.
Duran: And sundering the world is non-life threating you fool.
Sorin: Do not push your luck mortal.
As Sorin finishes speaking, a meteor storm rips through the sky to decimate the world below.
Sorin: You can win the greatest battle by simply destroying that which your opponents wishes to
protect. You see my power...and yet you do not see me as a god?
Duran: More like a demon...bent on power get over yourself already.
Hector takes out his stone.
Sorin: What...where...how did...
Duran: The old sage of shadowdale said youd shake at breathe of his name....hmmm
Hector approaches the flame. Sorin seems no more than a frail man standing before you, helpless.
The blue flames wrap around you, shattering the stone before withdrawing into itself and dying away.
Where the flames had been stands a figure of gray ash, tendrils of magic holding his strange body
together.
Strange Voice: I thank you, as does Mystra. I became trapped here when I battled this man's true form
in my own realm.
Hector: What other realm?
Strange Voice: I guess I can tell you while I regain my strength; Sorin is no threat while you hold a
spellplauge shard. In my realm, Faerun, I am known as Elimenster the Sage of Shadowdale. I became
trapped here while battling this avatar alongside my allies, and I became Sorins power source to fuel his
own realm. Here magic is rare, only gifted to those that Sorin could control, and later send to his lord's
aid, but in my world magic users are fairly common and are allowed our own free will. I chose to follow
my god Mystra the lady of magic, whom Sorin and his Lord tried stealing the Essence of. They succeeded
partly but me and another mage, Strato, fooled that plan, leveling the land of Thay in the aftermath. It
was then that your world, or more correctly your demi plane was created by Vari'ishtar who claimed to
be your god. Vari'ishtar was using your realm to create his own powerful allies, unaffected by the laws
of Faerun's realmspace. This realm was his key to waging the war against my deity, but you have now
stopped the cycle...although it is also the cause of your worlds destruction. Without Sorin to moderate
it, this world will collapse as it is now...I cannot save you all...but I can save you three. I can transport
you to my world if you wish...but I would not have hoped to ever see this world again...
Hector: Our world may be lost but I won't let the other world you speak of be destroyed.
Duran: Aye I shall build a new kingdom in your world...rip my wife and father I will carry the mantle of
admuntam into the future and rebuild.
Elimenster (Formally Strange Voice): I will not be able to help you for a while, I am only staying together
through sheer willpower. If not I would have become ash and been lost in the winds. If you enter
Faerun, it will be for good, and you will be on your own. Maybe being erased...no that is not right.
Maybe never existing in the first place would be a better fate?
Hector: Take us to Faerun.
Elimenster: Then enter the flames; I cannot hold the portal open any longer.
The party enters the portal.




Chapter 2
The party loses themselves in the blue flames, their self-consciousness fading away as they fall through
darkness. They slowly fade into reality, several yards above a desert of yellow sand, the sun beating
down on you like an oppressive master.
Hector: Is everyone alright?
The partys vision slowly clears, revealing to you that the area around you is really a well hidden camp,
fitted for three.
Sir Duran: By the stone
Hector: Lets see if anyone is there. They might be able to help us
The tents are half buried their backs against the wind as if placed on purpose. A sign rises from the
center of the refuge with a simple message "This should be enough for you to live a few days, no need
for thanks, Sage of Shadowdale"
Sir Duran: where is that broken human?
Theodore seems to be missing.
Hector scans the horizon, but sees nothing but endless sand.
Sir Duran: So what are we waiting on? We arent getting any younger shouldnt we head out what if this
a trap?
Hector: Traveling across miles of sand does not sound like the greatest idea. If it is a trap maybe we can
capture one of the attackers and make them tell us how to get to a town. But if its not then maybe
Elimenster has help set up.
Sir Duran: argh suppose your right
Suddenly you see a single figure walking towards you. Other then it being larger than a man and
speaking in a grunting voice you are unsure of what to make of it
Hector: Who goes there?
Shuk-Ta: SHUK-TA!
The figure raises its massive axe to reflect the sun
The figure looks like a large green skinned, pig faced being with twin tusk jutting from its lower lip
Hector: I hope that is how they greet people around here
Sir Duran: are ye daft? It wants a fight!
Duran unsheathes his shortsword
SHUK-TA the figure screams racing forward
Hector: It was sarcasm.
Hector unsheathes his scimitar
Hector and Duran fight with Shuk-Ta fiercly, but their movement is hindered by the sand. Shuk-Ta takes
a mighty swing at Hector. Hector tries to parry it, but the force is too great and Shuk-Tas axe shatters
Hectors scimitar. Not too long into the fight a tiger appear.
Shuk-Ta: Fetch the bearded on, Unt!
The tiger runs at Duran and pounces on him. Shuk-Ta reaches out and gets Hector into a bear hug.
Hector uses his small weapons to his advantage and unsheathes his shortsword. He stabs the brute in
the elbow and causes Shuk-Ta to drop Hector.
Sir Duran: Damn beast!
The tiger continues to claw at Sir Duran.
Sir Duran: Damn pussy get off me!
Shuk-Ta: Shuk-Ta take you in. Shuk-Ta be paid handsomely for blue flame freaks. Shuk-Ta be famous!
Hector: You can try it
Shuk-Ta: if shuk-ta finds replacement, shuk-ta gets to go free.
Sir Duran: Or you could let us up you big moron and we could help free you
Shuk-Ta: SHUK-TA NO MAROON!
As the orc screams his skin changes slightly to resemble a tigers, his teeth growing more feline as he
nails turned into claws
Shuk-Ta: SHUK-TA will not be a slave, Shuk-Ta be lord of clan once free...
Sir Duran: Quit your yammering fool your clans probably been slaughtered
The battle is going for the worst, but out of nowhere a female knight appears.
Female Knight: Shuk-Ta, you are a valuable slave, and worth more coin to your master alive then
dead...however I am cleared to take you in..."
The lady says calmly and coldly steadying her flaming trident before her, her shield partly hiding the
weapon while she draws her longsword with her free hand. She attacks and the flaming trident rips
through the orc's chest, its three prongs flickering wildly as the orc's innards roast upon them.
Sir Duran: (To tiger) hahah! Youre next you over grown carpet.
The tiger gets off of Duran and starts to flee. Duran chases after it.
Hector: Hello, I am Hector and the dwarf chasing down the tiger is Duran
Female Knight: I am Cordelia Flametongue, do you know where I might find those that came from the
blue flame?
Hector: We are those of the blue flame.
Cordelia (Formely Female Knight): My employer wishes to see you.
Duran: (Muttering to Hector) Now why would you go in say that you fool (elbows hector in ribs)
Hector: If you don't agree, you can enjoy your stay in the sand.
Sir Duran: Whats to say she doesnt work for ole green eyes boss or worse
Cordelia: if you don't agree I'll put you to rest beside Shuk-Ta. Now come, we are headed to Memnon.
After a few hours of trekking across the sand you come across a planar portal which the lady motions for
you to enter
Sir Duran: Whats that?
Cordelia: It's our way to my employer.
Sir Duran: I miss our home world hector....none this magic
Hector: What can we know about your employer?
Cordelia: My employer....is looking for someone and you two are strange enough to maybe attracting
his attention.
Hector: Okay, lets go talk to him. Is this...ummm...portal thing...safe
Cordelia: Stable
The Party enters the portal.
You appear outside of a small village, the air is noticeably more humid and the sand less rocky
Cordelia: This is not Memnon, but the first of three stops we must make to get back to my Employer.
Here is where we will talk to the one that will get us the disguises to see him.
Hector: We need Disguises?
Cordelia: explore town, I will be back precisely in two hours. If you are not here, I leave you...and trust
me, Calimshan is not somewhere you want left alone.
Hector goes to purchase a new scimitar, a red pair of dessert cloths. He also picks up an exotic weapon,
the finger blade. While he is shopping a blond women approaches him.
Blond Women: Fine weapon, sir
Hector: Yes it did catch my eye.
Blond Women: You sir have a remarkable taste, remind me of those awaiting me at home," the blonde
woman says, her eyes starting to water as she speaks, "I have been stolen from my home in the
evermoors and forced to come her against my will....
Hector: By who?
Blond Women: The Pasa of calmiport...he is seeking anyone not normal and forcing them into his harem
and is employing vengeance knights to accomplish this...they tricked me into coming here through a
portal and then disappeared...I have been here for three years.
Hector: so you can't get away from this town?
Blond Women: No...a clan of orcs lives outside of town...I believe the orc that saved me from worked
for them and actually belonged to the tribe that guards this village and imprisons us...
Hector: My partner and I also came through a portal. If our case is the same as yours then we have to
find a way away from this town. Will you join us?