Council of the Order

• UNKNOWN NAME - first amongst the Council - On the far left sits a white-haired old man, with a beard that would make any Dwarf proud. The inside of his cloak can be seen as red, and his features are the epitome of age and patience. He moves little, and says even less. As he removes his hood, the other three members of the Council make a strange half-bow while sitting, their upper torso leaning forward and their heads nodding slightly. (Garak knowledge only: has a strange scar on his cheek caused by some sort of claw or slashing weapon.)
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• Leonora Pikesong - second amongst the Council - Beside him sits a young woman, surely no more than 30 years old as the Humans count. Fiery-red hair hangs down below her shoulders, and her eyes blaze a brilliant green. She is shorter than the old man beside her, yet bears a definite resemblance to him, and her place of honor by his side affirms that she is indeed high in the ranks of The Order.
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• Nanesil Stormrose - third amongst the Council - a narrow-eared Elf sheds his cloak, dropping it to the ground with a slight ploomp and revealing the shining armor he wore beneath it. Rings of mail interwoven with sprigs of Ivy and Rose-stems, the armor flexed easily, while the sharp ivy and rose thorns pointed wickedly at the crowd. The Elf smiled as he gazed over the group, affording a quick sidelong glance at the old man before standing up to speak. "Welcome to our, and soon to be your, home. I am Nanesil Stormrose, third amongst the Council. I'm glad you all decided to heed our call, we are in need of capable new members, those who have a passion for freedom, and the drive and committment to achieve that freedom,
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• Aleru - fourth amongst the Council - On the far-right, a coarse-looking fellow stares back at you, his eyes dead-locked on yours and his face wholly immobile. His eyes probe yours, looking for that tiny speckle of fear cowering there, and finding nothing. There were no fools in this room. With an other-wise plain appearance, little would suggest to a stranger that this man held any position of power in this place, much less a seat on the Council. And that's exactly how he wanted it... "You will train with me, you will suffer with me. Together, we shall achieve all of our dreams!" he says loudly, pumping his fist and taking his seat.

People of the Order - Hlaungadath:

• Ara - Joined up with the party in Saerb. Hasn't been seen lately...
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• Insoba - Former member of the Order. Turned to serve Mask. Companion of Licocious.
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• Licocious - Former sorcerer of the Order. Turned to serve Bane. He was the Order's most powerful sorcerer.
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• Mersuuk - Younger guard at the gates of Hlaungadath
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• Rupert - Guard at the gates of Hlaungadath
  
  

Applicants to the Order:

• Delphine Leafblade - Elf (needs food, badly)
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• Elonsa - Appeared at the gates with the rest of the party. Wasn't seen after the individual interviews with the Council of the Order.
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• Garak - Tiefling Rogue/Assassin/Shadowmancer - Evil sociopath
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• Gerwin Laross - Joachim's wife - Studying to be a druid.
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• Harrod Kalinos - DECEASED (Now resides in Garak's bag of holding) - Human Sorcerer - Description: Of medium height and build in crimson robes with a reddish complexion, his head is bald with runes tattooed all around except his face, creating a skull effect from the casual onlooker. Any skin that can be seen is scarred by flame, but his tattoos somehow managed not to be destroyed by flame-licked flesh. His eyes are dark and intense, almost insanely bulging in their sockets, a fire can almost be seen burning in the depths of the night.
  Personality: A fanatic of magic, Harrod is an intense man and quick to anger. He struggles with his anger management, becoming obvious on his face when angered. Not hateful (at least against anyone not affiliated with a god or Thay) and not evil, anger just seems to follow him like a beast attached to his back. He seeks power and his own form of justice against the gods, and any Red Wizard he comes into contact with ... he would likely see him destroyed as well. He has heard of the Order of the Turning Sun and has wandered far and wide in search of them to aid in his hatred of the gods who shunned him.
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• Joaquim Laross - Born in Newkeep (just north of Neverwinter) - Paladin
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• Kashue the Bedine "Sandrider" (already a member of the Order) - Abandoned the party when we met with the guardian to Farid's cave. Has not been seen since.
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• Kohl - Garak's dog - Was killed after the attack on Saerb and was raised as a shadow.
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• Korakk Deathclaw - DECEASED - Orc Barbarian -- Hired by Andrej of the Mage Council to infiltrate the Order. Was killed by Garak in some caves outside Saerb after coming across the party once again and being interrogated.
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• Laus - Hasn't been seen since the first night at the Order's desert compound.
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• Lorem "Two-Thunders" - From the Silver Marshes area.
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• Rean Meyerlorne
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• Tamrik Lorin - Retired from the party when they left Saerb for Mulhessen. Sent his daughter after the party to help them complete their mission.
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• Zetroc - DECEASED - Human Mage - Killed by Lorem after Garak interrogated him about Andrej and the Mage Council.

Farid's Cave:

• Farid, Lord of Ice - The party agreed to serve at Farid's request should the Ice Lord need anything.
• Statue of woman - She was a follower of Oghma, who was caught spying on the Order. Farid turned her into a statue. She was told of her folly before being turned to a statue, so her value as a double agent is void. ***The party needs to ask Farid to return her to flesh so she can be fully interrogated. She may know something about the Council of Wizards or whomever else is plotting against the Order.***

Saerb:[list][*]Melantha - Halfling at cart by city gates. Sells city maps for 15 gold along with some various dried foods. Works with her husband.

We have a small situation brewing down in Sembia, one of our cadres of spice merchants is being pressured by a rival Merchant guild, one that places its allegiance firmly on the side of the evil god Bane. We have been able to hold them off, but our spies report that something big is in the works, and reinforcements are needed," he says. "We want the pressure ended, however that may be. Your methods...are your own business," he replied, an odd glint in his eye.

"Our destination is Saerloon, a port town south of the River Archen. Bane's emmissaries have taken up in the Eastern half of the city, slowly expanding their reach through extortion and violence. Interestingly, a small sect of Lathander has popped up to oppose the Banites, but it is entirely too weak to repel them from the city.
We will travel by way of Cormyr, arriving through the Western half of Saerloon," Ara says, her fingers gingerly moving along the map as she spoke.

[list][*] Farid - Find the other half of Frostnight, Farid's broken blade. Garak promised to return the broken parts of the blade to Farid so it could be restored. He kept the part that was recovered from the ice caves and later entrusted it to Joaquim.