Ghaundor Imblira'an

His name is Ghaundor and this is his story.

Having been born to a Lolthian Priestess, this Drow babe was stolen from his crib that same night by cultists belonging to the deity Vhaeraun and spirited away from the city of his birth. Being a male, his life would had been akin to a slave's as he was not the Priestess's first or even second born, his new life was now on the surface in one of the various hidden encampments. Hidden, but not forgotten, the Lolthians did attempt at several points to find this lost child and even nearly obtained him more than once – though each time barely foiled by the Vhaeraunians by directly interfering or transporting him and the other children to another encampment. Eventually things calmed down thanks to internal strife among the Lolthian Houses that took attention back to the Underdark.

His youth into adolescence was a trying and often times dangerous time for this young male. From the young age of three pain and poison resistance training began, at five combat training, by seven riding training as well as assault/ambush tactics, when he turned nine raid and assassination training started, and by eleven he was being trained in kidnapping techniques. At the age of twelve till he hit twenty he trained everyday until it was second nature to him. Twenty one till eighty he would begin operations under the supervision of a mentor, a Drow named Vyranic of House Imblira'an. Vyranic was a harsh master but fair, at least fair by Drowic standards. This point onwards he began to take part in the operations a a junior operative and was expected to pull his weight or be punished for it, or left for dead – whatever happened first in the case. Luckily for him he managed to squeak by in the worst of times and prove himself capable in the best of them.

After surviving till his adult years and haven earned the right to become a full operative, he was granted the House name of Imblira'an after his mentor as was the custom of the encampment he was now part of. For another ten years he operated through various campaigns, raids, and ambushes with his Vhaeraunian brothers. He earned a reputation for enjoying hand to hand combat against his opponents and beating them to death as a result. His battle prowess was only enhanced further when Vyranic was there to fight alongside him.

Eventually as they say all good things must end. During a particularly nasty ambush, Vyranic was shot through the throat by a Elven sniper and died a painful choking death. The sniper did not fare well though as he met the destructive end of a pissed off Drow's unarmed assault. The battle ended poorly for the Drow though as their numbers were scattered and a small grouping, including Ghaundor, fled toward the city of Waterdeep to reach Skullport. Most of the Drow did not make it to the city proper.

A handful of Drow remained, Ghaundor alongside a fellow of about his age and two senior operatives, with the only one with knowledge how to reach Skullport safely dead long outside the city gates of Waterdeep. On the run and in enemy territory, they attempted to make their way to the only known entrance of Undermountain that they knew of but on the way two more died and a third was wounded. A few agonizing days later, the wounded Drow would pass as the two could not secure medicine without potential open fighting with the city guards.

Alone and in a foreign place, Ghaundor knew his time was most likely up. Steeling himself he charged through the slums in hopes of obtaining food and coin enough to try to escape the city. After several muggings he earned a good bit of coin and food until he ran into a group of people, several of various races, working at one unit. Luckily for the Drow they came at him one by one, as if testing him, and he beat them all down until the biggest one came. A Half-Orc of probably Ogre size as far as he thought and about as strong too. It was a slugfest but in the end the Half-Orc won, if just barely. Ready to accept death he spit at the gang yet he was spared and offered a place among them. Known as the Rowdy Goblins of the East Side, this group was a fairly well oiled machine of crime and gang warfare, and their main foes were the White Crows of the South Slums. Agreeing if only to prevent his death for the time being and find a way into Undermountain at the nearest opportunity.

For the next one hundred years he ran with the Rowdy Goblins, and their succession gang known as the East Side Hobs. During this time he would enjoy the fruits of this lifestyle; a lot of violence, a lot of women, good food and drink, and always something going on in a city as large as Waterdeep. At some point he even managed to become the lead Enforcer for the gang's boss, a Half-Elf named Lily Peteason. The two were rather close, even sharing a bed on one more than one occasion. Earning a terrible scar across his face during a fateful battle protecting her from a White Crow who was hopped up on some sort of berzerking drug.

Eventually this too would come to an end when his mother's spies finally managed to locate him. Lily wished Ghaundor to flee but he wouldn't abandon those who had become his family so he instead stayed and fought alongside them. In the resulting violent clash that would wipe out the majority of both the East Side Hobs and the remaining White Crows of the South Slums, Ghaundor escaped capture by these Drow at the cost of Lily's life and a treasure she kept stored away, a wand of teleportation. Now miles away and alone again, he was safe yet he now know that Drow who serve House Mizzrym are after him.

For the next twenty years Ghaundor would move to town to town doing work wherever he could. Though often he would get refused due to his race and this would make him increasingly bitter, especially when he knew he could do the job better than any pathetic Human living there. Still, alone he learnt it was best to just scoff and move on. Eventually he found some work here and there, enough to make it and when that grew scarce he would do some highwayman work and obtain what he needed by force. Though he continued to move east all this time hoping to eventually reach the Dales, specifically Battledale as he had heard of tunnels to the Underdark existing there. Hoping that with any luck he'll find a Vhaeraunian camp not far from them.

Upon reaching the Dales there is a strange bell sound far in the distance. Soon all grows black about him and he falls, sinking away into it. Next with a groggy head and confusion as he looks about, he awakens upon a hill during a rainstorm...