Name: Mingan (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158814.msg7306159#msg7306159)<br/>Location: Baulders Gate, Purple Wyrm Dragon<hr/><br/>Mingan was a great many things; a reaver, a thief, a slayer a wanderer of the lands and seas with great melancholy and even greater mirth. He was a Barbarian from the Blue Bear Tribe, an all but extinct remnant of what they use to be.  But Mingan had left his tribe and his lands behind him and had traveled the lands and the sea eventually seeing him to Faerun and now Baulders Gate Working the odd job here and there.  In fact that’s where he was when he first heard wind of the Purple Wyrm Inn.<br/><br/>Mingan had taken a job to hunt “disband” a local group of misfit thieves that were both way too young and refused to recognize the local Guild.  Mingan had found them and laughed as they drew their weapons and charged him.  “That’s good,” He chuckled dodging the first attackers strike and landing a blow on his chest that sent him reeling backwards into one of his friends, “Fire is needed to forge a good weapon, but so is ice.” He stood solid as a rock as the next attacker came.  Mingan sidestepped the charge letting his opponent trip and fall of his own accord.  Mingan however missed the crafty one that snuck up behind him and clipped his shoulder with a knife. Spinning around and drawing his great weapon he swung stopping just short of the would be assailant and declared, “If I kill you, I am bound for hell weakling.  And that is a price I shall gladly pay for my sins.  But you are not worth the blood in your veins.”  Turning the blade and thumping the assailant on the head with the flat of his blade.  “You must learn its discipline.” Mingan spat at the band turning and walking away.  “For no one in this world can you trust. Not men, not women, not beasts.” smiling as he gives his sword a flourish and sheaths it, “Now this? This you can trust.”<br/><br/>Leaving the alley Mingan passed one of the criers on the street as the chorused out the news.<strong> “Hear ye! Hear ye! The great and noble lord Marcus Erithiam has announced he is seeking adventurers! All prospective adventurers shall go to the Purple Wyrm Inn, and ask the bartender about the job! Payment upon completion of the job!”</strong>Now Mingan had no idea who a noble lord marcus…whatever his name was….actually was.  But payment sounded good and noble meant money.  Even for his uneducated mind the calculations took about five seconds.  Mingan headed towards the Inn. When he arrived at the place it was full of patrons and all of them were drinking.  That was a pass time that Mingan understood.  Walking up to the bar he order a tall ale and watched as the lizardman denied  entrance to the room upstairs.  “He looks rather intimidating,” Mingan said to the barman. “Aye,” he responded, “he’s only been letting a select few in.  Are you going to try your luck?”  “Oh I think I might at that,” Mingan said with a chuckle leaving his money on the bar and walking to the Lizardman and snapping at him before the Lizardman got the chance.  Mingan didn’t wait for an answer he simply kept walking through the door and up the stair case.<br/><br/>Mingan entered the room as the woman gave her speech, he stood in the back waiting. When she had finished telling them the basics of their mission Mingan assessed the room briefly; there was a woman sitting at the table that screamed mage, but wait, she was a he, but something else was wrong, he didn’t smell right.  Next was a mountain of a man, Mingan was sure he would love to fight this man and that made him alright in his book. Following him was a oddly dressed woman in a red cloak, she was quiet throughout this exchange and Mingan didn’t think much of it. An elf had asked a question about the speaker a sensible enough question. Oh and a cleric.  Not that much good since Mingan only prayed to his sword and worshiped the battlefield, but healer were always good to have with you. Mingan almost hadn’t noticed the man standing against another wall watching the group.  He looked armed well enough to be good in a scrap. And don’t forget the paladin talking to the speaker.  ‘hmmm,’ thought Mingan, ‘this could turn out to get quite interesting indeed.’<br/>