Homework!!!

Hi guys, hope alls well and you're having fun creating characters? Just one thing to think about. Our story starts in the hamlet of jawbend - north of the winding water, about a days ride north of Baldur's Gate. Can you come up with a reason why your character would be in the region? We'llvery early spring, on the night of one of the worst storms in years. You have all, individually or together, taken  refuge in Maeve's - Jawbend's only inn ( and only building of any size).  Thnaks Anthony

Traveling along the Sword Coast, one hears strange tales. Tales of wonder; tales of woe; tales of treasure; and tales of glory to be found if only one has the courage to go looking! Traveling north toward Daggerford in search of an adventure or a spot of work, Chathi passes through Jawbone without a care, but she soon opts to reverse her course and return there when she gets the feeling that this night might not be a good night to sleep under the stars ...

Ellasai had been taken under the wing of Elaria, the Master. After some time studying under Elaria, she set off on her own adventure. Hearing about the opportunities in Jawbend, she figured she could use her skills there. Maybe save a village or two. She is capable and strong, but her naiveté may get her into some trouble. Ellasai can survive the storms, she just might not necessarily choose to stay in one. The old inn, Maeve's, was always a safe haven whenever she got a bit too in over her head. But this time, Maeve's might not be able to protect her for long. 

That little white space above Baldur's Gate... who could've known it would be such a lovely little town? Otto certainly didn't. Not when he decided it was prudent for him to move on, and not when he performed the holy rites to determine where the gods want him next. Such holy practices are of course kept secret from the common populace, but in Otto's case, let's just say it involves alcohol, a map, a tavern wall, a blindfold, and a thrown dagger. After arriving and spending some time mingling with the locals, blessing whatever it is they wanted blessed, one of those mighty spring storms has brewn up. Otto now finds himself seeking refuge in the town's inn, together with quite the group of travellers. It would appear his method has once again been proven to work...

High born Dellavorn Fatebreaker (called Dee, mostly by his old housekeeper) is young by Elven standards, a mere 82. The first born scion of the noble house Dryasyl, Dee grew up in Evermeet and was from an early age exposed to the intrigues of court and politics.  Alas bookish, socially awkward and prone to speaking before he thought Dee was not proficient in courtly life; finding himself ambling or bumbling his way through high society and often preferring the company of his supposed inferiors. So, on the eve of an arranged marriage to a rival house, Dee absconded. Taking naught but an adventurers sack and his love for magic he slipped across the border and was gone. He did not get very far before he got into trouble; turns out sea navigation was not his strong point and upon leaving the island he was cast upon the nearest shore. His barely conscious body was found by a caravan of dwarves making their way across Faerun. Taking a reserved pity upon the elven fool the group took him on board after he proved he could be useful with magic. Spending a couple of years in their company, learning Dwarvish and their culture Dee became inspired to write a book "In Praise of the Lesser Races", a way to convince his fellow Sun elves he had been right all along about his beliefs that elves were not inherently superior. They travelled all over and eventually passed through the Hamlet of Jawbend on their way to trade at Baldur's Gate.  By this point the dwarves had grown tired of Dee's personality and conspired to leave him behind. They felt enough pity to want to leave him in what they thought would be a safe space - far away from where he could bother anyone else and not be hurt himself. Dee woke to find his friends gone and himself alone once again. He decided to stay in the local tavern "Maeves", convinced the dwarves  would come back when they noticed he wasn't with them. "They're going to be so embarrassed when they realise they left without me."

This is in my background, but Chathi Sepret recently separated from the Army of Baldur's Gate, after completion of her 5 year term. Armed with her skils and training, as well as the best gear she could afford to buy, she left BG traveling north, toward Daggerford with the hope of finding adventure. Earlier today, she passed through Jawbend, but thought nothing of it as she continued on her way. However, as the skies darkened, heralding a potentially mighty storm to come, she turned around and made haste back to the "town". She's sure she saw the signpost for an Inn back there somewhere ...

(This small tie-in reflects my discussion with the DM about Dellavorn, along with the 'Clan Crafter' background from the Sword Coast Adventurer's Guide) Winding, writhing, as though a snake snatched from its lair, the paths and passageways of Faerun bear witness to wonders, both exotic and indigenous, as a multitude of races tread road and river-ford alike; such is the life of a wanderer, such is the song now sung. Murrik hailed from Adbar originally, a citadel hewn from rock and the sweat of dwarvern sculpture, fulfilling his birthright as smith and swordsman, much as the Mcgreggor clan had for centuries, by peddling their proficiencies far and wide. It was this thirst for adventure, this eagerness for experience, which led him to forsake the fortified foundries of his kin, carving a course southward along the Sword Coast, and felling foes as readily as he did his cups. It was journeying through Jawbend, however, where Murrik first met Dellavorn, an enchanter from Evermeet, whose companions welcomed the famous weaponsmith, such was his reputation amongst their kind. The dwarvern warrior had already departed for Baldur's Gate, when Dellavorn's comrades conspired against him, coveting a fresh shipment of ore which had arrived in the city of late, with the promise to return forthwith still lingering upon his ale-addled lips.  Several weeks later though, Murrik discovered their deception, abandoning the intrepid elf for fear that youth would haunt their every footfall, as they delved deeper into dangerous territory. Guided by the tenants of Dumathoin, Murrik held no such qualms, for it was only through His divine will that one could truly explore the wealth this world had to offer, and so, with a fire in his belly and a determined gait, the shield dwarf travelled back toward the hamlet, in search of Dee, and the destiny Dumathoin had planned.

Kayleigh Ventra hadn't always been alone. she had grown up in the small, mainly human, village of Douglasbay on the coast, and lived with her human mother, younger sister and step father. being the only half elf in the family came with its pros and cons, but mainly it came with a lot of racism. The village didn't take kindly to her elven side and would often through insults and sometimes rock her way. The only time she was appreciated was when she played. At first, she played on a very old lyre that was half broken and missing a few strings,the village would gather to listen to her play but never really respected her the way she wanted. After an evening of playing, she walked out of The worthless shovel, the villages most popular and only tavern, she was attacked by a group of men. they pushed her to the ground and kicked her till she had nearly passed out, luckily, Aven, her step father, fought of her attacker and kept her conscious. when she returned home, her mother, Amilia was distraught, wanting to get a village guard to report the incident . Kayleigh, beaten and broken, both physically and mental, stopped her and said it was okay, she had began to walk slowly up to her room when her 10 year old sister, Lilly, pulled on her sleeve. she said nothing but presented her with a band new lyre. Kayleigh said nothing, she just hugged her little sister, as tight as her weak arms could and cried. A few months later, she was walking through the market close to her house, when she saw smoke. Curious, she walked in the direction of the fire, to see her home a blase. Rushing forward, she saw some of the villager try to put out the flames, she had been held back by someone. she screamed for her family but nobody answered. it was a few days later, at a village meeting, that she had found out that the fire had not been an accident and was meant to kill her not her family. she never found out who had set the fire. After she went looking for her elven farther. she didn't know anything about him, not even his name but she had tried. asking any elf that she could see if they knew anything. but after a few years she gave up. To live, she played at taverns across the land. accepting nearly anything as payment. she travelled to many cities and towns playing a much as she could. she even started learning the lute to keep her busy. during her time traveling, she met another bard by the name of Ander, a half elf like her, with the same hint of sadness in his eyes. They travelled for a while keeping each other company, like Kayleigh, he had lost someone as well, so they both needed the companionship. they eventually went their separate ways after a particularly bad night at a tavern. both being frustrated with both themselves and the crowd, they had fought. she still regrets the way she left things with him. Kayleigh traveled for a while longer and eventually ended up taking cover from one of the worst storms she had ever seen in Hamlet of Jawbend.