Name: Eberhardt / "Eb"
Race: Fey / Staglord - Resembling a tall elf with the antlers of a stag, these rare fey are usually found only in the Beastlands, a plane bordering Arvandor, although they are sometimes called upon to serve upon Toril and other worlds at the behest of their goddess Mielikki.
Sex: Male
Height: 6'4" (not including his antlers)
Weight: 190lbs
Build: Lean and Muscular
Orientation: Heterosexual and Dominant
Disposition: Wary and quiet until stirred to action.

  The breeze was mild and temperate as he watched the nymphs bathe in the clear quiet pool of his glade. His nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply, catching the pair's scent. His lust fast rising, he was about to step forth from the trees that shielded him from their view, when "the voice" spoke in his head. He was being summoned to "her" side. With a quiet snort, he jogged off to meet the Mistress of the Beastlands.

    The task was a simple one. Deliver the spear to the faithful priestess of his Mistress and then he could return. It wasn't his first trip to the wooded banks of The Unicorn. He knew that various fey and so called elven virgins often trekked here and most would be happy to partake in their own lusts with him.

    Simple never is simple however. After a few delays by so called virgins seeking to spy a unicorn ... and a lonely dryad, he finally reached the priestess's campsite only to find orcs had found her first. The carnage was massive as their bodies were left sprawled about the small glade, twisted and broken and many burnt by fires or acids or lightning. And there in the center she lay, a score of arrows piercing her leather armor and two spears in her chest. None in the glade breathed or stirred. Whether any orcs managed to escape or if she died taking them all with her did not matter. What mattered now, was that he had failed. Unless summoned back by his "mistress" somehow, he would not be released from his duty and forced to wander Toril for an eternity.

    It was the elven witch he'd lain with that suggested he sail to these isles, far from the mainlands. She claimed that not only did powerful mages, witches and priests abound here that might be able to return him to his plane, that other planar dwellers visited here often and that he might gain knowledge of how to return on his own even. Of course, once he did return, there was still the shame of his failure to face.