Shaes Dynrund, The Merciless

Halfling Rogue

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I was born in a far away land. With what’s been going on here in Felwyr, I’m not even sure if it exist anymore. Doesn’t matter really, as I haven’t been there in many years. Honestly, I can’t even remember its name. I’ve been on the move for many years. I remember when I was young, I was trained by an older gentleman calling himself “Z”. He showed me how to be crafty and sneaky. He also told me to have no mercy on those that would harm me or those I care about. He was then killed in a small skirmish. I was the only survivor. I literally killed everyone in that battle. Thus I was given the title “Merciless”. I moved from place to place, stealing what I needed to survive, defending myself. In this style, I met a young man. Pennon was his name, and he had quite the reputation. It seems that earlier in his life, he took on an entire army and defeated them all within five minutes. FIVE MINUTES. He calls himself the Devastator. Once I looked at him and heard this story, an idea came to me. I figured that with his sheer destructive power and my skills in sneaking, stealing, and death, we could become mercenaries and “solve” problems for people for money. I proposed this idea to him, and he agreed. We’ve been doing these jobs for some time, I’d say about five years. Our last job was in the land of Cyrodiin, where we helped reinstate the proper heir to the throne there. We then bounced around a bit, and wound up in some dingy bar with a few adventurers hanging about. We saw them talking over some letter they had received from a King Jordan III of Felwyr. Pennon and I discussed this and thought it sounded like an excellent opportunity for making some money, so we decided to take the letters by force. The adventurers weren’t happy about it, but they…got over it. This is where my story ends…at least to this point. Soon, I will begin a new journal for my adventures in Felwyr…hopefully.

Shaes Dynrund, The Merciless

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