I have decided to see how difficult/fun this will be adding the Dragonborn to the region as probably the only one for 2000 miles.  I am ready to take the challenge despite how odd it might make this new campaign...

Nadarresh is 22 years old born just north of Tyr and southwest of Belivich to "Human" parents, his mother Mraja and father Aidan.  He has an older brother as well named Kell.  He and Kell have trained with their father, a soldier of 29 years since they were young and although it has only been four years that Nadarresh has worked with the caravan, serving as cook, scout and general errand master, he's been looking to seek out more of the excitement that he has heard quite often.  His father has always been a guard, serving in Westhold and also Hildebrand where he met Mraja.

The twice a season journey to Westhold with his father, who was a guard for the dwarven and human caravan, helped his brother to be a well seasoned fighter but Nadarresh, sitting close to the supply wagon did little more than watch his family and the dwarves fight off the few bandits, goblins and orcs known to the region.

More to come...

Arendis had left the group heading to report back to Nerisella and the others still packing up getting ready for the journey to Brix. 

Nadarresh had been on his own before a few days at a time but always within a few dozen miles from home as the forests and mountains were all a part of where he lived.  Now, so far from home, with his father and brother nowhere near him to ask advice.  He was finding out that in truth he did not need them and had made solid decisions in the past few days that he never would have thought to make.  His companions had neither questioned him nor doubted him not that his family did but it was odd to have others count on him so completely.

He searched all around the lean-to and moved 300 paces in four directions , circling the old wizards tower, searching for signs of anything the Ogre Grim jack might have stashed any of the towers goods.  It was possible Grim Jack had not found anything in the tower of value, had already sold them and spent the gold or worse yet nothing had been found at all.  Still after all they had done to defeat the wizard, it only seemed right to be as thorough as possible.  What if some other evil object or blade was found by someone else who would not know how evil and deadly it might just be.  in truth he was having fun looking for even the possibility of something new or valuable that he and his new companions might be able to use against this odd new evil.

The area might be somewhere he could gather more supplies as well.  He had scrounged up plenty of food, well at least 3 days worth but if he could gather more food it would mean less money they would have to spend in town.  What if like the Sea of Grass there were no towns before they could find food?  He decided to do what he could to lessen that possibility and if he found something of value left behind...

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Looking about the room again, past the Gnome and then back around, Nadarresh notices that few seem to be carrying any weapons, anything visible at least so heading towards a corner, he discreetly pulls his bedroll out, wraps it around his swords and cuts off a length of rope around it.  The lower end is tied tight but the upper end is looser so that he can open it to retrieve his weapons.  I anyone looked it would just seem a "normal" traveler with his bedroll hanging over his shoulder.  In truth it was much bigger but his large size and girth made it seem small to most everyone else.

Satisfied he blended in as best he could, he joined the rest in the tavern and went to the barkeep and dropping a silver piece down asks for some ale.  Scanning the room for one of his companions but realizing suddenly that he rose early this morning just after dawn and his friends would probably be asleep still.  he looked over the crowd again hoping to find a woodsman or someone familiar with the forests in hopes of starting a conversation about the crows in town.

Hopefully since they didn't shun him perhaps he might be able to speak to one of them...by Bahamut he hoped it would go well!

Tired from moving the Dragon upstairs, Nadarresh goes downstairs to get a drink from the inn keeper's son, who like many this day have been doing, smiling, some genuinely.  He nods and hoists his flagon of ale and takes a deeps drink.

"So word is YOU killed a dragon!"  the voice shouts!  He doesn't even have to ask who it is as it's the same voice that always breaks into a conversation during evening meals.  He nods and gives his brother a genuine smile but it is not returned, as always, since he had bested him in their last sparring match, three months ago.

Since then his brother who was always leading the way did something he had never done, not talked to him as his brother anymore, just as the "cook", errand "boy", or "slop master!", the last one his brother preferred most often.

Since they were young, Nadarresh being younger, knew how different he was but his family had always been loving and close to him, never doing anything different.  His brother would play fight and pick on him around the house within earshot of his parents in a good natured way but out of the house he was an overprotective pain sometimes, making sure that "little" Nadarresh never got into trouble.

Nadarresh liked it that way, admiring his brothers skills that were very close to their father's.  The younger brother had always watched and learned, studying them as they sparred while he sat with their mother before supper.  He never thought he could be better than his older brother and never really tried to until four months ago, when he felled his first deer, all alone, after tracking it for five hours in one of the most difficult areas of the forrest.  It was in fact his brother who said to him that he was finally a man and that he might be able to beat him one day after all.  It inspired the younger sibling unlike anything his parents or anyone else had done or said before!

Their last sparring bout lasted almost an hour, as for once Nadarresh kept his guard fluid, looking for the right time to strike.  His brother seeing the change had pushed him hard that day in the match, forcing moves to test every angle and level of fury, controlled but fast, slow but powerful, never letting his brother get a chance to attack.  In the last moments he pushed his brother back with his shield to yield any advantage and then rolled around his own shield and attacked from the other side, his sword tip leading towards Nadarresh's shoulder at an odd angle in this daring overhand reverse strike from over the shield.  The move seemed unexpected but the younger brother swiped the sword away with both swords up and around, down to his right but then pushed forward, dipping his shoulder, dropping down low and spinning, stepped forward, thrusting first one and then the other sword at his brothers mid-section.  The first was caught by his shield, the second by his sword but the tide had turned and now Nadarresh was on the attack!

He struck left then right, then both swords, then right and left, and right again, never repeating his pattern of attacks.  After a dozen attacks, he sprung into the air, bringing both swords around for overhand chops, his brother seeing the obvious ruse, kept his eye on the swords and his shield up just enough to feign the block.  Kell stepped aside just as the first sword would have come down but instead, he had to quickly bring his shield up to block his brother's thrust just at the last instant!  He was too late however to protect his left side and Nadarresh and his full 350 pounds came crashing into his shield, knocking him flat on his back.  His sword was still up but only managed to deflect one sword but not the other as Nadarresh stood over him one sword resting by his exposed neck and shoulder.

“I found this map of a lost mine in the dwarf’s things. I’m off to seek my fortune, I wont be shown up by you….I’ve hired some porters to help carry equipment. I’ve even got Belbec here to help identify the best stones!”

Nadarresh sees Kell motion to two men and a gnome. The men Nadarresh recognizes from the caravan the gnome looks to have led a rough life. He is missing his left hand  and a scar rakes across the right side of his face this is apparently Belbec. The gnome smiles anxiously.

“You’ll see who brings greater glory to our father’s name!” Kell laughs , “I hear the ‘dragon’ was the vast size of a housecat!” Kell used finger quotes to augment his smirk  when mentioning the dragon.

Looking around the tavern again Kell snarls, “Nice place, I guess your too important to stay in trader's inns now.”

Still not grasping his brothers anger as genuine, he can only stand there smiling as Kell leaves the inn.  His words echoing in his mind...

Sorry I am slacking, I will have it up by tonight.

In talking of not using his swords that his family gave him, he considers their value to him on a personal level then considers again that out here, sentiments will not help defeat his enemies only steel his will against them.  His actions in the past months have not been all that he would have expected nor would his family...most of all he realizes that he has been so very sheltered despite all that he was taught by Keshtik, his father and brother, everything.

He knows that learing on his own will be the greatest way he will grow in life.  His father's words ring in his mind, "I can teach you how to aim for the deer's heart, I can tell you why it is the best spot for a quick death, how long it will take and why it will be painless, but know that you take its life for the greater good, not for sport and not for pleasure.  It will sustain us and we can make use of it all so that we might survive.  Be sure that anything and everything you do will have consequences and that you must decide what is for the greater good."

Kobolds, dragons, wolves, stirges, centipedes, giant or otherwise, the minotaur, crows even all were part of this world and he had killed them all.  He knew that most Kobolds were evil in nature and serving the Dragon, was proof of that.  The wolves even if against their natures had taken lives and he had to stop their assault on the peoples of this region...they had killed his friends and broken up families.

He had used the dagger to rip the souls from the orb thinking only of defeating the evil undead thing and releasing the obviously tormented souls but his companions had treated him differently and seemed bothered that he had used it.  Was he being rash in absorbing them into the dagger?  He knew that he would take it to the shrine of We Jas and let them be at peace.  He also knew that the power and strength he felt when the dagger absorbed all the souls was not natural but it had to be done to save them in the end.  He knew that and would have to live with the results of his actions as he had been doing.

his actions did affect others but he felt he was doing the right thing in the eyes of bahamut and spirit of Mielikki.  He would remember and honor them and all would be at peace knowing that.

Nadarresh finds the gruesome work of burial somewhat disturbing. Poor souls he had never met now find themselves grateful to a dragonborn who they would have shunned in life. As Nadarresh places the broken bodies in their shallow graves he sees a glimpses of their former lives...a wedding band, a holy symbol, tattoos proclaiming reverence to the Raven spirit each offering a peek into the lives of the caravan riders.

((Do you loot the bodies, the carts, or neither?))

15 wagons worth of trade goods (flour, iron,  preserved fruits, cloth, dried fish, tar, charcoal, a few bricks of salt) can be recovered.

Far to much to carry without draft animals pulling the wagons.