Queluerain smiled in remembrance. He had come to Waterdeep just a short while ago. Just after his vision. He had been in reverie, remembering the time he had been in the woods outside of the Amnish city of Athkatla. He had an encounter with a group of werewolves and some followers of the god Malar. Queluerain had been stalking some kid, no more than 16 years of age. The kid, some noble's son, had been a member of the cult, and had partaken in the profane and blasphemous ritual. Queluerain wasn't exactly sure what the cultist were trying to do, and he didn't much care. He killed them all the priests, the lycanthropes, and the kid. It was the price paid for getting mixed up in the wrong crowd. He was remembering the battle in his reverie when suddenly he was walking through a forest, a forest he had never seen. He continued walking and then he spotted him.
"Queluerain." Corellon Larethian said.
Queluerain fell prostrate.
"Yes?" Queluerain asked his face in the ground.
"Look up at me." The first of the Seldarine said.
"What a loathsome beast I am. I am not worthy to look at you." Queluerain said.
"You are not a loathsome beast. In your heart you desire all that is good for the elves of the world and that is a noble desire, now look upon me." Corellon said,
"I thank you." Queluerain said humbly to his god.
"Go to Waterdeep. There is a man there, Brahm he needs your help." Corellon said,
"A man?" asked Queluerain.
"Yes. It is through one of his decedents I will rebuild Myth Drannor and all of Cormanthor. It is through him the elves will return to there former glory." The elven god said.
"I look forward to that beauteous day and wish that I could see it." Queluerain said.
"And you shall, from Arvandor." Corellon said.
"I humbly thank you." Queluerain said, and with that he came out of reverie.
Queluerain had traveled to Waterdeep, but had little success in finding this Brahm until three days before. He had seen Brahm and his two would be murderers enter into the sewer and knew he had to act quickly. He jumped down after the three of them in pursuit. Fortunately the dwarf and man lost Brahm, that's when Queluerain heard them coming.
"Damn we lost him again." The dwarf said.
"This is bad, real bad." The man said. "By the way I've been meaning to ask you."
"Yes?" the dwarf asked.
"Why exactly was there a dead drow in your room last night?" Rokevin asked.
"It was Fealyyur! He was a drow. He wanted to get revenge on me for killing his family or something."
"Oh." said Rokevin "That's not what I heard."
"What did you hear?" The dwarf asked.
"I heard that he raped you." Rokevin said.
"That's a lie! A boldfaced lie!" the dwarf lied.
"Then what happened?" Rokevin asked.
"Well he tried to rape me, he wanted to, he even cast a spell on me. A spell that made it so I couldn't move, but you know elves and fags they won't shut up. The faggot spent so much time telling me what he was gunna do instead of doing it the spell wore off and I killed him" the dwarf said in an amalgam of lies and truth.
"Is that so?" the blond man said.
"It sure is" the dwarf said.
"Well all I know is I hate drow." Rokevin said.
"Me too." The dwarf said.
"When it comes to drow, I would have to say that I agree with your statements of abhorrence. I loathe the drow for betraying there kind." Queluerain said as he stepped out from the shadows.
"What…" Rokevin began but before he could finish Queluerain broke the blond mans jaw.
Palak alarmed, raised his axe and brought it down on Queluerain. Queluerain dodged the axe with ease and kicked the dwarf squarely in the chest, knocking him on his back. The dwarf dropped his axe. Queluerain picked up the weapon and brought it down on the dwarf splitting the leather shirt that the dwarf passed off as armor with ease, and continued through the dwarf. Palaks innards covered the sewer floor. By this time the blond man had gotten up and had turned and began running away, but Queluerain threw the dwarfs axe into the back of the blond mans head splitting it open and spilling its contents against the sewer walls. Queluerain left the bodies for the sewer rats to feast on as he ran off in search of Brahm.
He had been running for some time before he finally did find Brahm who was standing over two dead bodies. Brahm turned, and saw Queluerain then gave a gasp.
"Have no fear. I do not intend to hurt you." Queluerain said.
"Then what do you want?" Brahm asked.
"I wish for you to leave the city. I have killed to two ruffians who meant you harm, but that will not stop The Shadow Thieves, there for it is imperative that you leave the city immediately."
Brahm gave a nod and left. Queluerain gave a sigh, and headed for The Yawning Tortoise for a drink.
When he got there he found the bar empty, except for the bartender, and a pale gaunt man with his bow drawn and aimed at the bartender.
"What are you doing?" Queluerain asked.
"I'm gunna kill this elf." The assassin said. "He killed some nobles son, his name is Queluerain."
"He isn't Queluerain." Queluerain said. "I am!"
"You?!" asked the assassin.
"You?!" asked the elf.
"But you… you're an orc!" the assassin said.
The homeless half orc smiled.
"Queluerain was my 'elvish' father's name he and my human mother were attacked by a group of orcs one day. The elf I claim as my father killed them all before dying himself save one, and that one orc raped my mother. She killed him after the deed was done and soon after gave birth to me. She named me after her elvish husband, and I have faithfully followed in what would have been his footsteps. I have gone with the blessings of the Seldarine and they have accepted me into the Elvin communal spirit, for my devotion, and piety." The orc smiled
"Then you die!" Heldrin screamed as he fired his arrow.
"You should know that I have train my body to be a weapon" the orc said as he caught the arrow with ease. The assassin drew his blade, and the half orc tossed aside the arrow. Heldrin brought his blade down on the orc who kicked the sword from the would be assassins hand. Queluerain then grabbed the assassin by the throat and dragged him up the stairs the second story. They entered into a room.
"Do you know what defenestrate means?" the orc asked the assassin.
"No." the assassin managed to gasp.
"Well it means to throw some one out a window. You know I've always been fond of that word." The orc said as he threw the assassin out the window. The assassin fell head first and died upon hitting the cobble street below. The orc gave a sigh and headed down the stairs. It was finally time for that well earned drink.