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Message: <blockquote data-quote="pawned79" data-source="post: 925733" data-attributes="member: 9284">Zogg's Post:Uh....I'm all about the storytelling aspect of the adventure.But as for the 'story' that involves a craftsman....what's to tell?"I, Melgor, am a craftsman from the trade district of Waterdeep. I've grown under the tutelage of Balgor my father, who learned the trade from his father before him. I make many great things, toiling long and hard every day...and I sweat all day as my strongmuscles flex and shape great armors by the nearby forge."The other adventurers: Ok. Cool. Nice to meet you Melgor. So, uh, want to go with us to kill some bone dragons that are terrorizing the nearby village?"I can't. I've got to finish this holy chainmail of speed +2. It's going to take me another 4 months."The other adventurers: Oh. So I guess we could split up or just wait until you are done. WHAT FUN THAT WILL BE!  Hopefully you get the point.********This replay goes out to Zogg..."I, Balak Dej'Urmon, apprentice under my uncle, Urth, the blacksmith of our village, Arim, in the Endless Desert. While working on a pendant celebrating my god, Bogo, thehead of our anvil cracked off. Our little village did not have the means to mend the anvil, and it was essential for my family. Uncle Urth, feeling I was old enough, told me to go to the walled city of Yatu northward along the river and have the anvil fixed in their forge. To protect myself, he told me to take my hunter sister Luula along for protection. We spent all day packing and preparing to leave. The next day we set out on our week longtrek to Yatu on foot while dragging a skiff with the anvil and numerous items for trade on it behind us. Various delicious beetles later, we made it to Yatu. The next two days werespend outside the walls of Yatu bargaining and trading in the market place. Having made some hard currency, I sent Luula off to find a cart so that we could take our trade items into the city. After many hours of waiting, a tax collector, and a creepy old man trying to sell me antiques, I made my way into the city without her. I had a delivery to make to a house in town. I had gotten a really good deal on it too, I felt. While entering the city, I realized that you are taxed heavily. My deal ended up breaking even. Having finished business, I got myself a room in town and settled down for the night. Over the next few days, I spent time in town with the daughter of a local merchant. She showed me aroundand helped me find the guild that I needed to find. Still, no Luula in sight. One night, my friend, asked me to go with her to see the gladiatorial events. Having never seen a gladiatorial event, I went out of curiosity. I have to say that my eyes were not really on the games as so much they were on my friend. Looking down into the arena, I found my long lost sister, Luula. Apparently, she had asked for directions from crooked guards in the middle of doing crooked things. They had chased her across the fields until she was finally caught unconscious in a cactus field. Luula’s hunting skills keep her alive for many days while my friend help me meet her and find out what was going on an figure a way to get her out. I was introduced to a man who might could help. It was that creepy old man that tried to sell me antiques the other week. He wanted to show me a malachite rod that he had collected. It was nice, but expensive, and I had no need of it. He was very weird. We started talking about ways to get Luula out, so we went inside his tent to talk in privacy. I woke up later that night enroute to somewhere; my head throbbing (Malachite is hard). It turned out, this creepy old man, Feyd, his name, was a servant of the great Bogo, and he had been blessed by mystical powers of the sun. In order to free Luula, it was my destinyto be a servant of Bogo also. Over the next few weeks, he taught me the powers to give life and deal death, just like Bogo, the great sun. Having collected up a group of mercenary friends, we made our presents known, in hopes that Yatu would send out their hardened gladiators and guards to go take care of the problem. They did, and my sister Luula was one of the policing force. During combat, Luula and I were able to incite revoltof most of the gladiators against their Yatuian captives. With my sister freed, we made our way into hiding with our new allies. Luula had been hardened into a skilled fighter, and I had been imbue with Bogo’s power. Our story continues down a long road that took us into clutches of a deadly Aratha, across an unforgiving desert, and back to our home that seemed grossly changed by Yatu. With our village enslaved by the tyrant Yatu, we worked on building an army to free our people and remove the dictator from the most influential city in all of the Endless Desert. Our quest would curse us with a skimming rogue whowas able to get us information we needed, and bless us with friends from home. My ear was destroyed and my face mutilated in an attempt to save my life from the desert’s smallest, and most deadly insect. We gathered arms from a mysterious, deadly, cursed land, and are now here in the trade oasis of Silver Springs. I will sit here working our arms and preparing my people for battle which will liberate our families and our homes. Myjourney has not yet ended, but there isn’t a day that I don’t pray to Bogo to allow me to go home to a simpler life. This is the story of a blacksmiths apprentice.Balak Dej’Urmon</blockquote>

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