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<blockquote data-quote="cellwyn" data-source="post: 17808" data-attributes="member: 2077"><p>Hello and greetings.&nbsp; My name is Cellwyn Nightbreeze, I am an elven bard. I apologize for having been so silent during this story, but you see I've been a little bit busy saving the party and investigating the history of this strange sword called Darryl. So far, what I have is pretty skimpy, but it's more than we knew before. The earliest owner of Darryl that I could find was someone named George. George was the owner of a bar and apparantly made a move on the wrong girl, because her boyfriend, the assassin, used him for practice. After George's demise, the sword passed to a man named Cliff, who met his end with a succubus. A lady named Charlene owned the sword next, in a moment of clear thought, she decided to quit adventuring, and passed the sword on to her son, who was promply killed by dwarves and eaten by troggs. That's all I've been able to find so far, but believe me I'll keep looking. I'm still not entirely sure whose side the sword is on (especially after that back stabbing thing!) As far as the story goes, the rogues are doing a pretty good job (for nonbards) , but everyone keeps leaving out the part where I killed a white dragon with one shot from my crossbow. Oh well, it's not easy being a hero. AS far as that remark from Kolin,&nbsp; I think it's the other way around, instead of only doing half of what itake credit for, I only get credit for half of what I do.</p></blockquote><p></p>

[QUOTE="cellwyn, post: 17808, member: 2077"] Hello and greetings. My name is Cellwyn Nightbreeze, I am an elven bard. I apologize for having been so silent during this story, but you see I've been a little bit busy saving the party and investigating the history of this strange sword called Darryl. So far, what I have is pretty skimpy, but it's more than we knew before. The earliest owner of Darryl that I could find was someone named George. George was the owner of a bar and apparantly made a move on the wrong girl, because her boyfriend, the assassin, used him for practice. After George's demise, the sword passed to a man named Cliff, who met his end with a succubus. A lady named Charlene owned the sword next, in a moment of clear thought, she decided to quit adventuring, and passed the sword on to her son, who was promply killed by dwarves and eaten by troggs. That's all I've been able to find so far, but believe me I'll keep looking. I'm still not entirely sure whose side the sword is on (especially after that back stabbing thing!) As far as the story goes, the rogues are doing a pretty good job (for nonbards) , but everyone keeps leaving out the part where I killed a white dragon with one shot from my crossbow. Oh well, it's not easy being a hero. AS far as that remark from Kolin, I think it's the other way around, instead of only doing half of what itake credit for, I only get credit for half of what I do. [/QUOTE]

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