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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Malessa" data-source="post: 209964" data-attributes="member: 4869">Character 5: Gann TolarNOTE:  I was accidentally logged in on my wife's account when I posted this.  It's really me... Cthulu... honest!Alright... it's after midnight, so technically it's a new day.  All the regular members of the Order of the Eagle have been listed.  So, I guess it's time to step outside the Order.  This version of the Gann Tolar write-up varies only slightly from what is posted on my website.  What follows has been edited for the novel that will be written for our campaign...<a href="http://home.cfl.rr.com/rtttoee/char_gann.htm" target="_blank">Gann Tolar</a>: Male Clr(2)/Ftr(1)/Rog(1) – Gann Tolar was crouched low among the bushes… again. Gann seemed to be spending a lot of time crouched in bushes lately. Usually they had prickers on them, or else they were infested with biting ants. This particular clump of bushes, however, was of a pleasant leafy variety of evergreen dwarf shrubs. No ants. Gann was thinking that if he had to be crouched among bushes, this was definitely a prime choice of shrubbery.The uncharacteristically lighthearted musing was quickly erased from the vengeful cleric’s thoughts as he caught sight of his quarry. Now, only one thought dominated Gann’s mind. “This demon-spawn shall surely die by my hand.” He had been following the traveling party of the man in the ochre colored robes for weeks now, observing him as he made a series shady deals in an effort to collect an impressive stockpile of evil artifacts. “This catalyst of demonic power will not live to see the light of the coming day.”Gann Tolar watched as the man worked, silently and alone, to finish loading the small wooden wagon. Dozens of bundles, each carefully wrapped in a sheet of canvas, were placed inside.  When he was finished, the pile was nearly spilling over the considerable height of the side rails. The man produced a large burlap cloth from a crate which was sitting on the side of the road, and with it he covered up his cumbersome load.Gann smiled to himself as he watched the evil man grow weary in his labors. The man’s former companions, two human lackeys and a gnoll warrior, were cut down in the night by the stealthy cleric of St. Cuthbert. Now, the man was working feverishly to finish his task and get moving away from this place of death. Gann alone knew that it was a journey the man would never make. Once this demon-loving wizard of the abyss was slain, Gann would take the wagon back to the church for the high clerics to examine. For now, the killing blow could wait until the hard labor was done.The sound of hoof beats, unexpectedly close, set Gann on alert. The evil man looked fearful, and he hiked up his robes as he scrambled into the driver’s seat and grabbed the reins. He was about to pull away, when two riders in black appeared out of the darkness to block his path. The night suddenly seemed much darker, and Gann Tolar strained his eyes to see what was happening.One of the riders, a woman, spoke. “You should already be far from here, Ralinthe. Where are the others?” She sounded angry, and she spoke with astounding authority for one of her small stature.“Dead,” the man answered with a quiver in his voice. “Killed by an unseen hand in the night.”“Auurgh!” bellowed the woman. “You have been observed! You worthless fool! The Dark Master has no use for the services of a bungler such as you. Your failure has cost us dearly. Dunrat, destroy this evidence. Another wagon will have to be sent. We cannot risk exposure.” The woman turned her horse and galloped off into the night.The second figure, presumably the one called Dunrat, dismounted and slowly approached the wagon of the man in the ochre robes. “You don’t have to do this, Master," whined the man. "I can be of service elsewhere. I am forever loyal to you, you know that!”“I know nothing other than the fact that you are an incompetent fool, Ralinthe. You will serve our Dark Master in a more appropriate capacity in death.” Gann watched as Dunrat pulled a wand from his robe and leveled it at the wagon.“NO, Master. Noooo. Take me with you to Hommlet. I will serve you well. I swear it! Please, Master. Please take me…..” Ralinthe’s desperate pleading ended abruptly as a ball of flame erupted from the tip of the wand and engulfed the wagon.  The blast instantly incinerating the cargo, the driver, and the mule. Gann buried his head in his hands as he watched the object of his toils crumble to ash.Dunrat mounted his steed and stayed to watch until the last of the flames burned themselves out. In the light of the dying fire, Gann thought he detected a look of sadness in the man’s dark eyes. “Yes, my brother,” the man in black said out loud. “You were quite incompetent.” As he reined in his horse and slowly trotted away, Gann heard him mutter under his breath, “…and you had a big mouth.”Gann Tolar waited for several moments before he emerged from his hiding place. He stretched and twisted, working out his cramps as he shuffled his way out to the road. Disgusted, he sifted through the cinders of what used to be the wagon, hoping to find anything salvageable to take with him as evidence of the demonic evil he had uncovered. He knew it was hopeless. Nothing remained.“So,” Gann thought to himself as he glanced down the road. “Demon spawn-boy has a master.” He kicked at the ground where he judged a good-sized pile of what used to be Ralinthe to be laying, and he stirred up a small cloud of ash. “I have no tolerance for evil.  You deserved a fate much worse, Ralinthe. May this Dark Master of yours wreak his vengeance on you for your failure. However, I thank you kindly for your big mouth.” Gann headed up the road and to the east. Towards Hommlet.</blockquote>

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