"Drace Carabas, Hero for Hire or Thug 4 Less"

[keyaku]

Its snowing in the Kuldahar Pass, the visibility is poor out here, but there's nothing to fear from the Orcs and Goblins that lurk beyond the gray mist and the falling snowflakes, its lonely out here nothing is a challenge anymore. After 17 years in East Haven you stop feeling the cold and Its time to move on.
In Targos I arrived at an in-opportune time, my plan was to sail the next morning but a group of 6 orcs had made it into town and after causing some trouble for the guard they we're holding a young boy and his mother hostage in their house, A half orc merchant Grimgore explained that they were demanding food and gold for the lives of the Woman and Child. The Town Guard were perched outside the house and getting nowhere with the orc's so with the help of Grimgore I went to negotiate the orcs surrender. Due to a recent snow storm these orcs were separated from their hunting party and wandered aimlessly in the snowstorm until by chance they happened upon Targos, Tired Starving and Desperate, they scaled the walls and into the town in search of food until they were cornered into the house of an unsuspecting woman and child by the town guard. Compassionate towards the orcs I negotiated their surrender in exchange for some food and safe exit, but as they exited the house unarmed and unsuspecting they were cut down by the guardsmen, I was then praised by Captain Samuel for luring the savages into the open. Feeling used and betrayed I later slit his throat and caught the first boat to Luskan the next Morning.

After Arriving Luskan fearing a reprisal from the Targos Guard I continued to flee south until I arrived in Port Llast where I was confronted by an old ranger named Duncan. Sent from Targos and deep in his cups the sluggish assassin was easily dispatched. I donned his studded leather jerkin, took his crossbow and sword I took what gold he had and sold the rest of his valuables. Even though he was the first and only hitman sent from Targos It was a long time before I stopped looking over my shoulder.

With a kill under my belt some gold and some equipment, I set of for Neverwinter. There I signed on to the local mercenary unit, and was charged with the duty of purging Neverwinter's slums and docks of thugs and undesirable's after. After learning the arts of combat and warfare in the prestigious Neverwinter Academy petty street thugs we're no match for my Sword, Shield and my Chain-mail suit. I rose through the ranks until I was guarding the estates of the rich, My boredom was occasionally interrupted by the would be jewel thief and on the eve of my nineteenth birthday I abandoned my post packed my things and set sail for the sword coast.

[keyaku]

When I Arrived in Baldur's Gate I decided that I was hence forth a freelancer. I soon discovered new freedoms and fortunes as a soldier for hire, I would be paid to escort a convoy to one place, then paid to attack it on its way back. Industrial espionage was a favorite in Baldur's Gate, merchants eager to put each other out of business and paying top dollar to get it done right. I was on my way back from a job in Nashkel when I stopped to spend the night In the Friendly Arm Inn. I met a fellow sell sword at the bar by the name of Zerstorer. This man was a steel plated mountain after we spoke the ground shook under the weight of his armor. We spoke for hours about the life of the mercenary, discussed jobs shared insights and jobs over some Nashkel Stout. After we were deep in our cups and laughing heartily Zerstorer elaborated on his plan to start his own mercenary company in the lands of Cormyr. Stricken by the death Azoun IV and ravaged by the hordes of the humanoid armies. The adventurer's pouring in from throughout the sword coast would fill the ranks of our army and the turmoil and unrest would have the politicians filling our pockets with gold. The plan was a solid one so being a opportunist I proposed to join Zerstorer. The Plan was fool proof until we were separated on the Fields of the Dead, for weeks I waited for him to turn up In Elturel and I Heard nothing of his return in Baldur's Gate, so I figured He was either dead or had moved on into cormyr. I plan to realize the Goal of my Cormyrian Mercenary company and I start in Isinhold.

Drace Carabas.

[keyaku]

Walking through what now seems to be an endless labyrinth of bodies and walking dead she thinks to herself.

"How is it that every single crypt, graveyard and mausoleum is infested with undead that are bent on tormenting living, with all the great necromancers Toril has seen, not one person has come up with a ward to protect the dead and fallen against reanimation."