Out Here Single-Handedly Doing the Most Pt. 1

The past two weeks have been a whirlwind to say the least. After I narrowly persuaded Itkovian, my father, to leave the life of the Grey Swords behind and help me on my upcoming missions we made our escape from Derujistan through the northern wall. Neither of us wanted to leave the civilians so helpless, but we knew we would be of more use to the overall war effort if we escaped. I received word from Davil that he needed our help to secure a location so that we could blow the bridge and prevent the enemy forces from following the refugees from Derujistan.
 
On the long walk to the bridge, I got to know my father and mother a bit more intimately. He told me of his childhood and how the Grey Swords saved him from a life of slavery and gave him purpose. The Grey Swords serve “The Wolves of War” which are two fae creatures also known as “The Wolves of Winter.” The Grey Swords serve out contracts for these deities, Tok and Fanderay. Itkovian met my mother during his time in the Grey Swords. Her name was Erekala Castlelanter and she was studying to be the Grey Swords next Destriant, a high priestess. She would never get to achieve this though as an unknown something was hunting her; my father described it as though the shadows were hunting them. To protect me from this unknown danger, she gave me to my adoptive family to raise. Erekala was never able to come back and get me because soon after she and my father were attacked by a bear with curling rams horns and six legs. Itkovian assumed it to be a shapeshifter. It bested the both of them and killed my mother in the process. My father never figured out what type of monster it was or why it was hunting my mother. When I return to Waterdeep one day, I’d like to look into public records from that day to see what I can find.
 
Together, my father and I, successfully cleared the area described by Davil of those nasty little red dragon colbalds, a half dragon, and some jacked dude. The colbalds made easy work getting the smoke powder to the bridge as they had done all the work for us. With only mere hours to spare, I fashioned some arrows to be set on fire and blew the bridge preventing the enemy from following my friends and the refugees any further north. It was a damn good shot too. Afterwards, Davil asked if we would be interested in some information gathering work on the location of the Well of Dragons. First stop will be to Burnest, then infiltrating Darkhold. Mansoon, you better watch out bitch. I’m coming for ya.