In Faerun (any may join)

[Jaidthaslo Do'Urdan]

Jaidthaslo had been on his own for several months, without any contact with civilization. His horse, Harrison, had died several weeks ago, and he hadn't wanted to wast the meat that he knew would spoil within three days' time. He was just two days away from Silverymoon now, and he intended on getting there and ridding himself of the dust that had collected on his clothes and face. He hoped to see his mother there, as well.
"Ah... now is the time to rest," he thought to himself as the dusk gave way to the night. "I really must return to my mother. I bet that she is worried sick about me..." He laughed quietly, then brushed his mid-back length hair back behind his ears.
"I guess life for a person like me is a little hard," he said aloud. "Wrought with peril and the such. Ah well, I've survived worse persecutions than some think."

[Jarlaxle]

Berengier was wearily wandering the road back to Silverymoon. The youthful Paladin of Helm was exhausted from his recent skirmish with orc bandits that had been raiding caravans for the past few weeks. The Church of Helm stationed back in the city had asked Berengier to investigate and vanquish the small band if possible. The mission was completed successfully.

Night was falling upon the lone paladin on his journey back home. It was time to start searching for a place of shelter from the harsh elements of the north. Up ahead Berengier notices another traveler. Untrustworthy of the region around Silverymoon, the paladin quickly and quitely tries to detect evil, but the results were negative. Warily, he continues his pace forward.

[Jaidthaslo Do'Urdan]

As Beringer tried to detect evil, Jaidthaslo had stopped and started setting up a small camp. As such, he carried just enough to get himself a small fire started, along with a bed-roll. He set that up and took a medium- yet meager- sized pot out of his pack and set about cooking a small stew made from horses meat. Sensing no danger about, he unrolled his bedroll and took a small book from his pack, as well as a quill and a shatter-proof vial of ink.
He wrote in the book of his adventures- or misadventures- of the day, then put the three items away. After doing so, he took out a sharpening stone and some oil and set about making sure his weapons were still sharp. As he did this, he talked to himself of times when the days were easier and the road he had taken after he met his father.

[Jarlaxle]

Observing the traveler from a distance, Berengier could tell that the stranger was definitely a man or elf with sandy blonde hair. Beyond that the paladin's human eyes could not make out. He continued further to get a better look.

Upon closer examination, the traveler appeared to sharpening his weapons. Berengier could hear him talking to himself about past adventures. The voice sounded melodious, that of a male elf's. Since there appeared to be no reason to avoid the elf, Berengier decided to greet the unsuspecting stranger. He debated on drawing his weapon, a magical bastard sword known as the Blade of Searing that had been granted to him upon completion of his quest into the knighthood, but decided against the action.

"Greetings stranger," Berengier welcomed from behind the wanderer. "It can be dangerous making camp so close to these roads in the middle of the night, especially with your fire blazing so bright."

[Jaidthaslo Do'Urdan]

Upon hearing another travelers' voice coming from behind him, Jaidthaslo jumped to his feet, with one of his magical scimitars (Twinkle) in hand. He turned to look at the person who had spoken to him and sighed.
"It is also dangerous to sneak up on me, kind sir. I care not for the dangers of the road, since many here know who I am as well as who my parents are. Most know, also, that my aunt is the ruler of Silverymoon. Of course, my fire is small. I made it that way on purpose."
He sat back down, his back to Beringier, and continued to sharpen his weapons, which now included several daggers. As he finished with each weapon, he put it back where he had taken it from. He kept one dagger out and took a small bowl, just large enough for some stew, and a spoon.
"If you want, I have a stew of horses' meat cooking. You may join me. As far as friendship, you may want to look elsewhere. My heritage isn't one that many people around here take lightly."
He laughed a little and took out a ladle and dished up some of the stew, then sat and thanked his deities, Mielikki and Helm, for the bounty that he had. He started stirring the stew in his bowl lightly and thought of his mother, who was most likely in Silverymoon for now.

[Jarlaxle]

When Jaidthaslo turned around, Berengier was taken aback at the realization of who the elf was standing before him. Not only was this a dark elf, but he was also related to three of the most famous people in all the North. The paladin quickly regained his composure and accepted the offer for stew. He layed his backpack gently on the solid ground and took a seat near the warm fire.

"It is curious that one of your stature and reputation was so easily sneaked up upon," said Berengier, a small and unsure smile upon his face. He studied the half-drow trying to comprehend what he was thinking while taking a bowl of stew that Jaidthaslo dished out. The elf made a quick blessing to both the gods Mielikki and Helm.

"That's a strange combination of gods," said Berengier, while reflexively touching the holy symbol of Helm that is located on his girdle. "But then I guess they're both protectors. Helm guards the innocent from evil while the Forest Queen protects her woods against abominations of nature."

[Jaidthaslo Do'Urdan]

"That is true, friend. I call you friend now, only for the deity that you worship. Otherwise, I know not your name."
As he said this, his eyes went to Beringier and sized him up. Still sitting, he closed his eyes for a moment, then reopened them.
"If you must know, I know of the dangers on any road. I've walked amongst the Dwarvish clan that my father spent time with. I met Wulfgar, as well as Regis. I do not know what happened to Cattibrie, though."
He sighed, knowing full well that he had a half brother- or sister for that matter- somewhere in the world, and he hoped to meet this person before either of them were killed.

[Jarlaxle]

Berengier took a bite of the horse meat stew that was offered to him while listening to what Jaidthaslo had to say.

"Aye, I've heard of all those names you mentioned. They're quite the heroes around these lands. I've never been to Mithral Hall, but I've met a few of the dwarf merchants and traders that come to Silverymoon. By the way, my name is Berengier, knight in the service of Helm." Berengier held out his hand to Jaidthaslo.

[Jaidthaslo Do'Urdan]

He smiled slightly and took Beringiers' hand and shook it slightly. Afterwards, he let the hand go and sat thoughtfully for a moment.
"I am Jaidthaslo Do'Urdan. Ranger in the services of Mielikki and Helm. You may have heard of my father, Drizzt Do'Urdan, but I will not tell you the name of my mother at this time. I only hope to see her for even a moment when I get to Silverymoon. As always, it is a pleasure to make new aquaintances."
After he had finished speaking, he ate most of the stew that he had prepared and sat on his bedroll. There he prepared to meditate for the eight hours that he would need in order to regain the spells that he had used.

[Jarlaxle]

After shaking Jaidthaslo's hand, Berengier downed the rest of the stew and prepared his bedroll for the night. He layed his shield on the ground near his bedroll, but decided to leave on his armor. It's best to be prepared for unexpected surprises.

"I will accompany you back to Silverymoon if you'll have me. It, too, is my destination. Do you feel as if I should take time as a watchman for the night?"

[Jaidthaslo Do'Urdan]

As Beringier spoke, Jaidthaslo stood quickly. He looked around and sighed. "Nay, there is no danger here. I need very little, if any, sleep. All I need is a little while to meditate so that I may regain my little knowledge of magic."
He smiled and sat, crosslegged, on his bedroll and started humming a little, his arms folded slightly in his lap. As he hummed, a reddish aura surrounded the small campsite. As the aura surrounded them, a small flock of stirges hit it and fell to the ground, their carpaces nothing more than husks of burnt remains. He opened his eyes and winked at Beringier.
"Nice little spell that I developed. I call it 'Ring of Urdan.'"

[Jarlaxle]

Already the paladin was begining to appreciate his new companion.

"That's a neat little trick you have. If you don't mind, I'll be hitting the sack now. I had a previous skirmish with a band of raiding orcs. Right now I'm a bit weary from the battle. I'll be up by sunrise."

With that, Berengier walked over to his sprawled out bedroll and crawled inside. Within minutes, he was snoring contently to himself.

[Jaidthaslo Do'Urdan]

As Beringier beeded down for the night, Jaidthaslo nodded and continued to meditate. After a while, he stood and looked around. Noticing the figure of a woman standing atop one of the hillocks close by, he smiled a little. He knew, somehow, that his mother awaited him in Silverymoon. He sat upon his bedroll and studied the spells that he knew he would need the next day and, as the fire died down, he drew his scimitars. After going through the protective circle (which did not disturb it) he started to swing his scimitars at imaginary foes in a deadly, yet surprisingly beautiful, dance.
After an hour of this training, he returned to his bedroll, having sheathed his scimitars, and sat again to contemplate the days' traning and travels. He recorded them in a book that he carried with him at all times, and closed hsi eyes in a sort of trance-induced sleep.

[Jarlaxle]

The sun started to rise and Berengier awoke as the light beated down upon his face. The fire was now reduced to ash and the Silver Marshes's wintery winds cut through the paladin's armor like a blade on cloth. He grabbed the remaining amount of firewood lying around and threw them on the ashes. Berengier took his magical blade and quickly tapped the wood causing a fire to erupt. He then proceeded over to his backpack and pulled out some rations. Strength was imperative if one was to survive in the wilds.

[Jaidthaslo Do'Urdan]

Jaidthaslo came out of his sleep and watched Beringier re-light the fire and smiled a little. The aura that was surrounding the campsite flickered again as another small swarm of Stirges bumped into it. He turned to his pack and pulled out some jerky that he had bought from a small store in Waterdeep two weeks earlier and ate it calmly. After that, he stood and gathered the items that he had taken out of his bag and put them back in their respective places in his pack.
"If you are ready to go, Beringier, then shall we push on to Silverymoon?"