February 2002
Panzer Magi's Interview
Posted Tuesday, February 26, 2002 by Dove
Panzer Magi gave a most enjoyable interview. He had a way of making me feel completely at home and comfortable around him. I was able to kick my feet up, drink a few ales and let him do all the talking. He talked plenty. At first I thought him to be a silly old confused coot, but I quickly came to understand that his ability to change with the worlds around him is what has made him the strong leader of COR that he is.
He took another swig of his “COR’s lite” as he reminisced about the good ole days, the PvP, the adventure, the hangouts and his many friends that made up the COR guild. Back in Neverwinter, COR was over 200 strong. After meeting this pleasant man it is no mystery to me that COR was the first guild to go public in Forgotten World.
One of the things that Panzer wished to teach all “goodies” (i.e. those of Good alignment) was to lose well if you lose at all. It concerned him that the label of whiner was marring the character of our fellow do-gooders. I wholeheartedly agreed with him. He also didn’t believe in formal alliances with other guilds. “All good naturally stand and fight for the same thing.” The COR Guild Master has a way of rallying those about him to the cause, myself included.
I changed the course of the conversation a bit and asked him about his past. The magi was adopted by an elven family. After a sporting accident with his elven brother Zap, Panzer became very ill. Under fever induced deliria he wandered outside away from his home. He was found by an evil Cleric-Mage by the name of Cain, who healed him in trade for slave labor.
Panzer truly loathed the evil Cain, but at the same time was fascinated by the power the man held. Cain kept Panzer and trained him for a time. Upon the end of his service to Cain the evil ClaM cast feeblemind upon the young Panzer and killed his parents. A noble act of his father was all that saved his brother Zap.
Panzer was healed and found his true power in the god Forseti. He then brought justice by destroying Cain with the very arts he had taught him. As I listened to his tale, I found myself wondering what purpose was served in such a mindless act of evil as making your apprentice an orphan. Indeed, the heart of many men are desperately wicked, and justice cries for good men and women to rally together as Panzer has with his comrades of COR.
Sephiroth's Interview
Posted Monday, February 18, 2002 by Dove
Jasyle’s tavern was crowded on the night I chose to meet Sephiroth. I had to shove my way into the bar and back to the table he was occupying. It was a boisterous night but the warrior sat across the table from me and we managed to make it through the interview.
Sephiroth told me of his difficult upbringing with poor, drunkard parents. He was kidnapped by the man who raped his mother and later forced him into thievery. He didn’t elaborate on why he was kidnapped by this man, I can only assume perhaps the man thought Sephiroth was his own son from the rape.
At the age of 15 he found a poster pinned up in the local Town Square offering a reward for his return. Apparently his parents had come into service of the King and missives had been sent out through out the land to find their missing son.
The young man made his way to the King only to find out his parents had killed themselves. Talk about the bitterness of life! I could only imagine the shock of finally finding your parents, only to have that hope stripped away at the last moment. As it turned out, the King took in the orphan and assigned him to squire under one of the King’s knights. During this time he began to look into the deaths of his parents, never believing their suicide. Evidence and tenacity led him to the conclusion it was his kidnapper who had actually murdered them. Understandably, Sephiroth wanted blood.
He completed his training as a knight and set off with revenge on his mind to find his parent’s murderer. Adventures and frustrations a-plenty, his quest has brought him to our Forgotten World and into the guild of COR. He is a young wayward do-gooder, helping those in need and exploring our new land.
By the way, if you hear the drunken boasts of a man of ill character who matches Sephiroth’s tale, you might look Sephiroth up and set him on the scent. Indeed, noble blood could do no less.
Synergi Drakkar's Interview
Posted Wednesday, February 13, 2002 by Dove
I met Synergi Drakkar in a tavern on the seedier side of town. When she entered she easily attracted the attention of all the men in the room. She was attired to inspire their lust, but had a very apparent air of ‘Look-But-Don’t-Touch’. Her skin is a deep bronze and she has ebony hair and eyes. Synergi appeared human at first but as she grew closer I was able to discern she was actually Ter’radon, a blood drinker, born not made, I later found out.
She smoothed out the gown she wore and seated herself across from me, “Greetings, I’m Synergi Drakkar, but you may call me Syn.” How very fitting I thought to myself. Syn nodded almost gracefully, a smile curved her full lips as she ran long nails across the tabletop.
I asked of her family and history and Synergi told me she had a twin brother she would do anything for and kill anyone to protect. She was a warrior and hated cowards and weak-willed women. I shivered from the unholy aura she exuded and she watched my every movement with an almost cunning look within her ebony eyes. I could tell she was looking for any weakness in me she could later exploit. She had adventured the land of Neverwinter Nights for a year and a half before it’s demise. “Yes..hmmm..yes...I do so miss those days,” she said.
She was not loyal to any one guild. “Well..I ran my own for a while...but for the most part I was loyal only to myself and those I grew to respect. Once you've earned my respect I’m loyal and will go to battle for you in a heartbeat” She loved seeing new things and adventuring, but for her the most fun was infiltrating other guilds. Synergi Drakkar laughed softly and leaned back crossing her legs. “It was quite easy in fact. Sometimes I did it merely to prove I could.”
I asked if she was married and she placed a nail to her lips as a smiled curved at the corner. “Hmm, I never married in the land of Neverwinter Nights, but yes I’ve been married and no I’m not anymore...few men are strong enough for me.” I asked a bit timidly what had happened to her husband. She smiled, “Which one? Well the first one was a cheat, so I left him and married his brother. Fitting revenge, yes? I don’t mess with married men. I hate cheats and demand to be first in a man’s life. My second husband and I just drifted apart, but there will always be love in my heart for that one. He was truly evil. None have matched him since. Even I wouldn't cross him. It took quite the man to keep me in line,” she boasted. A sigh escaped her lips as she reminisced of her last husband DarkPhoenix. “Funny though, I’ve had many mates. Those were the only two I actually married. I was good at heart before I married my second husband, but he taught me just how fun true evil can be,“ she smiled, watching my expression change.
Synergi Drakkar licked her lips in thought. “I am pretty straight forward. Don’t cross me and I have no reason to find a way to make you pay. Respect me and you won't find a more loyal person to be around. Most people think I am clearly insane, did I mention this? I have an ego large enough to fill a canyon,” she said brightly.
The blood drinker wants to be ‘one of the boy’s’ and likes to do the same things men do, but often thinks she does it better. She misses her home in Neverwinter Nights and is looking forward to this new world soon to open. I predict that she will easy to track down, for it would appear that chaos would occasion itself in her presence. Look her up if you dare, but I believed her when she said she didn’t like being crossed.
Cedric's Interview
Posted Saturday, February 9, 2002 by Dove
Cedric was gracious enough to meet me in Lady Jasyle’s Tavern in Bastille to do an interview for the Bastille Gazette. He was polite, courteous, direct and confident with the volley of questions I hurled at him. Even when the Tavern became so boisterous it was difficult to hear, he answered my questions with poise and jovially responded to the bantering. Cedric and I decided to walk the evening streets of Bastille and finish our interview. I was quite impressed with the Cleric of the Temple of Tyr.
Cedric Taramon, The Immortal, who hails from Immersea, has a stature of 6’, just slightly taller than myself at 5‘10“. He wears a crisp white and blue tunic, has shoulder length brown hair streaked with silver at the temples and has a full beard and mustache. He proudly displays the ancient holy symbol of Tyr, a sparkling gold holy symbol of an arrow pointing straight up, held by a leather thong.
When speaking of the followers of Tyr, the cleric will tell you, “Straight as an arrow, whether firing that arrow, keeping your word or just being plain honest.” I did discover he also has a bit of a darker side lurking behind those green eyes. He feels the end justifies the means and tends to go to extremes.
Rumors of Cedric tell me he is too often caught with a pint of ale in his hand, a woman in his lap and cutting up with his guild mates of OGS, or those of more questionable character. He's known to enjoy the company of women, favoring the dark elves and those with flaming red hair, but he was very respectful of me and I believe he treats all women well.
Cedric is the protective big brother of the Paladin, Ian. He was a regular in the Triboar Arena and the Lost Hills of Never Winter Nights (NWN). The gentleman is an avid adventurer who once was an acolyte healer of the Purple Dragons of Cormyr for King Azoun and a former student of the arcane arts, tutored by Kaemar the Immortal. In other words, he has equipped himself with the skills of a warrior, the knowledge of magic use, and the powers of priesthood. Among these skills he expects to find the fitting answer to whatever challenge is laid before him by any enemy. I pity the enemy who so requires him to supply an answer.
A bit of history I learned of Cedric: He was born to Shessail and Percival Taramon in Immersea four days following Harvestide in 1304 Cormyr Reckoning (1329 DR) . His family lived between Immersea and the town of Brut. He is a loyal member of the Order of the Golden Staff, and has been so for 7 years. Cedric adventured our beloved land of Never Winter Nights for three years where he met and married the beautiful drow enchantress, Silina. But alas, here is perhaps the reason for the darker side of Cedric I mentioned earlier. His wife Silina was killed by a misdirected spell of fire cast by her own sister when Ian’s arrow struck the evil sister’s Celestia’s arm. Tis a story to cast a shadow on the heart of any.
The past has molded our cleric’s character to its present point here within the Forgotten World. He has a renewed vigor and will be a worthy ally and a deadly enemy to any and all of us who now reside, and patiently await the opening of our new homeland.
Seek out Cedric. Feel free to validate my own observations, and make some of your own. For myself, I would seek him as an ally.
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