The Brunnen Daerth - Second Shot

    They had suffered a rocky start, to be sure.  Nyx had immediately tried to kill Moldrin.  He had responded in kind.  It was only after a night, and most of the next day, in jail, and being forced to perform all manner of twisted things on one another in the presence of witnesses at The Necromonger, that they realized they really weren’t that at odds.  Nyx had simply mistaken Moldrin for a Drow.  Half-Drow were rarely permitted to be born in the Splinter Kingdom.  And since they were almost never heard of, any elf that even remotely looked like a Drow must be a Drow.  She had almost no experience with the Drovik, so didn’t know that there was actually a race of Drow that tolerated half-breeds (barely) and who did not worship Lolth.  She’d heard of such a thing, obviously,… she’d just never met one before,… so it was probably just a starry eyed pipe dream from those addlepated worshippers of Eilistraee.  Nimrod had to wonder how much time she and Jolene had spent cooped up in their hotel room if they’d never encountered a Drovik in New Calladon before.  But with the forced performance, and a little soothing of ruffled feathers afterwards at Lacy’s Legends, all was forgiven,… well, mostly.

    That completed the set.  The Brunnen Daerth was ready to go adventuring.

Leader: Nimrod Goldenballs – Mountain Dwarf (Shabrundi) Psionicist-[Mind Slayer/Mind Mage (Erotic)]

    “You people are gonna love this!  Trust me.  It’s gonna be huge!!”

    As the owner and mastermind behind Tripod Studios, and a mutant dwarf that not only pursued the disciplines of the psionicist, but the specialist skills of a Mind Mage,… AND, turned that into his own way of becoming an Erotic,… obviously, this new group would have more than its share of sexually charged adventures,… even when they weren’t adventuring.  But they’d all be recorded on crystal vid (on sale soon at a crystal vid dealer in your area).  You can bet your bottom fenek on that.  Trust me.

Bodyguard/Martial Artist: Aziza al’Fayed – Fellnari (Hebat) Fighter-Urban Guerilla/Erotic/WarMage

    “Meester Gouldenbulls,… iz dhere zomezhink I kin do on you?”

    Nimrod’s long time bodyguard, occasional lover, and on call pussy pussy.  Aziza came from the Hebat prides in the Symballan Empire, but her time amongst the immigrant Fellnari population of Carellon has given her more of an Oriental twist than the rest of her family.  She’s a champion Martial Artist, sneaky backstreet fighter, and sultry sex machine when she needs to be.  Her relationship with her boss is,… well,… complicated.  She spent most of the last six years hiding what she truly was with disguises, Polymorphs, and assorted illusions.  But after spending the last month back in the desert, she’s reconnected with her people and has decided to let her fur down.

Doctor/Genius: Glory Stewart – Human (Carellonian) [former Liche Spawn] Healer/Psionicist/Psi-Mage

    “How in The Nine Hells did I get roped into this bunch of freaks?”

    Glory’s story isn’t a happy one,… but maybe that’s about to change.  Born to modest beginnings, she was a simple midwife in a little town in Carellon.  Her family killed and herself possessed by a Liche, she spent years as a backseat driver in her own body, committing horrible crimes.  Now, she hopes to make amends for past misdeeds.  The only one of this band with anything approaching a normal sex drive, she’s constantly barraged by the wanton behavior of the others.  Maybe Nimrod’s constant suggestion to pull the stick out of her butt will eventually register,… or not.

Bodyguard/Muscle: Boernath Zurgress – Hobgoblin Fighter-Soldier

    “Hey, boss.  Is this where I start killin’?”

    When the Night Raptors go adventuring, they rarely come back without a trophy or two.  As often as not, that trophy is some charmed humanoid who just happens to be hung like a horse.  Meet Beornath Zurgress, Sergeant Beornath, formerly of the 469^th Hobgoblin heavy infantry.  He just happened to be guarding the way out of Old Calladon when Tsuki came along, seduced and dominated him and brought him home as a boytoy.  A little Erotic magic later and Beornath is the envy of all Hobgbolin males everywhere,… that is to say, he spends his days servicing human and elven babes at Raptor Place.  Well, not no more, bucko,… time to strap on that armor and oil up that oversized sword,… NO, not that one, you idiot.

Wildcard: Jolene King – Golobok/Krell Fighter/Mage-Earth Elemental Master/WarMage

    “If I told you I was Joe King,… would you still take me seriously?”

    What’s a Goblin Princess to do when there’s nothing left but sex and adventure for the rest of her immortal life?  Well, shit,… have more sex and go adventuring.  What else?  Well, there’s gratuitous sex and violence,… gratuitous sex during violence,… and gratuitous violence during sex.  Maybe not so much the last one.  Since she left daddy and went out into the world on her own, she’s been into one kind of trouble or another constantly.  How she hooked up with a Svirfneblin rogue priestess is a long story that requires a XXX rating for gore alone,… the sex would require another four or five X’s.

Priestess/Thief: Nyxia Skullenphargen – Deep Gnome Thief-Acrobat/Cleric/Arcane Rogue

    “May zhe God of zhe Deep take jou,… and I vill take jour stooff vhile ve’re at it.”

    Born a slave, but she’s not planning on bitching about it for the next two hundred years.  She’d rather just live her own life,… well,… and steal the Splinter Kingdom Drow blind,… and spread the word of her God, Callarduran Smoothhands, or as Jolene calls him, Duran Duran.  Her religion isn’t so tough to follow,… steal stuff, have fun, revenge on the enemies of her people, honor the ground, the rocks, the dirt.  So, every once in a while, she turns herself into a rock and just sits for a long time.  Maybe it’s a good thing she met Moldrin,… now she can REALLY get stoned.

Sorcerer/Drug Dealer: Moldrin Kront’taerth – Half-Elf (Drow/Carellonian) Mage-Slime Elemental Master

    “There’s only one law, one rule,… everything dies,… and then it gets eaten by something else.”

    No one will ever really understand him.  Frankly, he could care less.  The phrase “borderline sociopath” might be harsh, but it is technically accurate.  He could give a rotting rat’s ass what people think, what their rules and laws and customs are.  He lives his life to a higher calling,… or just ‘higher’ maybe.  Lots of folks look at a well-educated, scientifically savvy Half-Drow, and they all draw the wrong conclusion.  Some immediately assume he’s a refugee from the UnderDark.  Some think his father raped his mother.  Some think he’s the off-spring of some famous Drow General and a vivacious Carellonian noblewoman.  He never did get that reference.  And others hear his perfect accent in twelve different languages and consider him an arrogant educated fool, whose parents had more money that sense, and who has no respect for actually earning what he’s got.  Most don’t know he spent twenty years AFTER graduation wandering the Western UnderDark fighting the SK Drow.  But,… none of that matters,… here,… try one of these.  If you happen to see slimy tentacles coming out of the ground to rape you, don’t worry.  They’re real, dude.  Mind,… officially,… blown.