What become of our group once we went our seperate ways after the Banewarrens.

Sue returned to his Dwarven homeland with Tanglebeard. Despite his sterling work in helping us defeat the threat of the Banewarrens he was frustrated at still receiving jibes over his name. Stories of his derring-do would always end in howls of laughter at this "Dwarf named Sue". Eventually he changed his name to Goreblood Ironfist and set up the first ever Dwarven school of flying. He made a lucrative living out of hiring himself and his Boots of Flying for young Dwarf's birthday parties.

Tanglebeard never did comb his beard and grew particularly fond of the small nesting birds that took up residency there. He quickly tired of life back home (and some say his association with a Dwarf named Sue) and once again took to the road with his trusty flail. The last I heard of him he had fallen in love with a female Gnome he had met on his travels and settled down, opening a blacksmith and bakery shop. His gruff charm won over those customers who tried to complain about finding rusty nails in their loaves.

Raven returned to the Elk tribe on the Isle of Dread a rich hero with no way to spend his money. When his father was killed in a tragic hunting accident, apparently slain by a stray arrow, Raven took control of the tribe. He quickly exiled the Zombie Master and replaced barter with coinage. Work on his palace had just been completed when the Thieves Guild from Parma arrived, making claims about a debt. Raven rapidly became a puppet ruler, with the real power residing with the Guild. Soon the Isle of Dread replaced Scuttle Cove as the favourite haunt of pirates and ne'er-do-wells, allowing Scuttle Cove to develop into the centre of wisdom and learning that we know it as today. Raven retreated into his palace to spend his days holding archery contests that he always won.

Quarion travelled extensively, seeing many wondrous things. He actually spent a bit of time with Raven on the Isle of Dread, re-living the argument of just who was the best archer. He also spent a bit of time with me in Parma which is when I gave him the boat that I now owned. He had heard stories of the mythical island of Karnaal which was rumoured to only be inhabited by women. He was last seen sailing to the south in search of this earthly paradise.

I, Sinead, never left Parma again. I gained considerable fame and wealth from my many performances in the taverns, my stories being unrivalled by even my most talented competitor. I used the money to set up a school for aspiring bards. My young scribe and assistant, who has become so judgemental in the intolerant world of good in which he was raised, is, interestingly, the son on Haladi (not by me, I hasten to add!). His mother, a prostitute down at the docks, knew of my connection with Haladi through my tales and left the infant with me shortly after his birth. I have raised him as best as I can, although I have yet to tell him of his origins. I have faced many dangers in my time, but I now find myself lacking the courage to tell him the truth.

Oh, by the way, did I ever mention that I am a liar and a braggart?