Category: The Chronicles of Dengril

In Sigil, there’s a faction known as the Sensates. They love experiencing everything. I mean literally everything. If it can affect any or all of their five senses, they must partake. When I picked up my most recent client at one of their compounds, I inadvertently walked into the wrong chamber and caught sight of some kinky things that even normal kinky people would find too kinky. I will not talk about it further.

Anyway, it was after this particular job escorting a frost giant who wanted to visit the elemental plane of fire and needed some protection from the elements that I met a young human bard named Cordelia. Whip smart and charming as hell, Cordelia was the finest player of her instrument I’d ever heard. Of course, until she told me it was called an “oboe,” I had no idea what it was and wouldn’t have known if she was actually the best or not, but it sounded fantastic.

She had a most fascinating tale to tell and so I bought her a glass of wine and listened to her story of derring-do. I’ll let her explain.

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The name is Dengril d’Rouen. I came from a small gnomish community called Rouen located in the mountains south of Ravens Bluff; however, I’ve spent the vast (get it?) majority of my life living within that vaunted city’s borders. Staying out of Procampur is a goal, but seldom a reality, but I have to look at everything as bein for the greater good, even Procampur. These cities lie within a region known as The Vast (now do you get it?), which is part of the much larger world of Faerûn, a bountiful land filled with myriad adventures for those who enjoy them.

Raised in the care of the priests of the Temple of Segojan Earthcaller, I learned how to speak with him and channel his power to the benefit of those around me. I’ve travelled with some of the most famous adventurers in Ravens Bluff and might even consider myself one of them were I really concerned with such things (sometimes I am).

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