My name is Yrhymm Yamphistameth (Meth for short), I am a 28-year-old dragonborn fresh out of the
royal guard. I grew up in a city called Proskur, the city was a wealthy one. Delving into luxury, weapons,
and slave trade. Thieves and crooks used to walk tall in this city, but once Leonara Obarstal took power
and started the royal guard that stopped not only the black-market, but practically ended crime in the
entire city. The city has grown to be a respected city with many loyal and powerful allies. My father was
in the guard his entire life along with my 2 brothers, ... My other brother was on the merchant Counsil
that ran the city. My 5 sisters took a wildly different route in life. They have a few slaves and own and
run a brothel called “Dragon Balls” in Proskur. They also work there and enjoy the pleasure and
happiness they can give to others. My mother is a well-known powerful warlock in all of Faerun, she
refuses to give me answers to any questions I have about spells and magical items. She insists if I am not
wise enough to find the answer myself, I am not wise enough to know it. I have grown up around magic
my whole life and have trained to be a Warlock. Until I was 22, I studied under many different Warlocks
as I traveled around in the Guard.
When I turned 15 my father forced me into the guard. I was always interested in knowledge, so I
joined a small task force that specialized in espionage and locating rats. I moved up the ranks quickly
and was stationed all over Faerun from 16 to 23, weeding out spies and other various things in some of
the most powerful places on the continent. My last deployment before transferring to a new job was at
Durlag’s Tower (an old wizard’s tower) east of Candlekeep we were sent there to check into a possible
spy operation. The place was empty when we arrived but as we cleared the old wizards tower, I found a
staff in a wardrobe, the staff was painted red and had a gold inlay with monkeys playing etched into it. I
took it of course and held on to it more for the attention I get when people see it. I also managed to find
a small Bag of Holding and a Bag of trickery in a secret room that obviously was not to secret as it was
ransacked. The only reason I found the items is because they were stuffed in an old tunic thrown on the
floor. After the wizard tower assignment, I went home and trained the new taskforce trainees for 2
years then I started moving around and teaching other allied forces as well. I had a lot of freedom since I
was only 3 years from retirement, so I picked some pretty interesting places to station my new recruits.
One of my most memorable posts was when I was 26, I was stationed at a place called shattered towers
in the radioactive desert dystopia country of Anauroch. One weekend I was out on a run when I
happened upon a Rakshasa in a blue and gold tunic. He stopped me and began to babble what sounded
like some ancient, cursed language, I understood none of it, but it did sound almost, slightly Midani. He
motioned to my staff and kept insisting I show it to him. I finally gave in and handed him the wooden
monkey pole... what happened next was mind blowing, the Rakshasa took the staff and said a command
and the staff extended twice its original length and began to glow a pale blue. He made another
command and it doubled again to be almost 15 feet long. He then spouted one more word and the staff
collapsed back to normal. He then taught me these words and showed me how to hold it, so I do not run
myself through by mistake. About the time I had a handle on how the staff worked I heard a small
whisper and a spark... the Rakshasa was gone!
6 months later I met the man that would become my best friend and brother, I was on a small
recovery task in Hiyal in the desert country Zakhara also home of the haunted lands where lost spirits go
to rot forever. On my last week before I headed back to Paskur I went to a shabby tavern named the
Wobbly Carpet (they had the best mead around) and that is when I met Alghul. I was in the tavern with
a few comrades celebrating we were about to leave this shit hole. A few hours later a man walked into
the tavern and sat down in the back. He had his hood and his desert scarf up. He had a staff sticking out
of the sand rags draped over his back. He looked weathered and broken, almost undead in nature but
he was human. He pulled out a deck of cards and that was my chance to introduce myself. As I walked
up to him, he became aware (I liked that). I introduced myself with a slight bow and he returned the
introduction. He told me his story and we drank. We talked about the past and future and I learned how
to play a game called Gwent. Quite a fun game, especially after 10 flagons. The next day I gave Alghul
some gold coins to make his way to Neverwinter to meet up with me in 6 months when I retired. The
next day we said our goodbyes and I left back to Proskur.
When I retired 5 months later my father gave me one of the royal war elephants and wished me luck
on my new journey. My mother told me to talk to the bronze dragon to get the answers you seek and
hugged me. My brothers were away with their duties and my sisters wished me safe travels and exciting
adventures and offered me a free girl for the night. I declined politely and told them I never pay anyway
(with a slight chuckle) and hugged them all. One month later I made it to Neverwinter and ended up
meeting the third party in our group. Dandihami, a light-footed Hafling Barbarian with a magical
Warhammer. We found each other at the library, and she told me her story of the giants that killed her
family and the barbarians who took her in. And about how she is on an adventure to become a druid. I
offered to help her with her animal handling skills, and she agreed to stick with me until I find the
information on a spell I have been after for over 4 years now. I was starting to get discouraged about
Alghul as he had not made it here yet and it was already a week past our meeting date. One afternoon
after Dandi helped me relocate some goods for an old friend we were resting by the sea when we heard
a voice from the distance say “Yamp?” As I got up to check it out Alghul came through the trees and
greeted me excitedly. After we greeted, I introduced my new friend Dandihami. We sat around a fire
that night and talked. After we shared our stories, we all decided something wants us to go to Storm
Wreck Isle. We spent 2 weeks planning and gathering supplies. At 0 800 Nightal 18th, 1481 we
boarded a merchant ship headed for Dragons Rest to find our answers.