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"Well Fargrim, my stories are much too dark, even for myself. I was a bastard child of a mother who didn't want me; thrown into a society of people who also cast me away. When I found this group of travelers, I was alone. This is the only family I know now." Azgard paused and realized Fargrim...

"Thia, Ezmerelda, would you keep an eye out for some materials for me? I'm looking for a handful of charcoal, incense, and herbs, maybe 20 gp worth. Fargrim and I can watch the wagon while you are out."

“No need for violence here Fargrim. We have enough of that on our hands already.” Azgard spoke softly, trying not to offend him. Azgard remained in the wagon, hoping to not make eye contact with the men, as he noticed Ezmerelda seemed a bit on edge about them. “Is there something we should be...

Azgard remained sitting down near the edge of the dome, looking into the sides of the magical shelter. “I can accompany you, Thia. Should we try to visit the tower again? Maybe we can figure out how to get inside if the wolves aren’t there...”

Azgard moved into the dome behind Fargrim. “This is quite useful!” He says with a smile. He waited for Fargrim to finish his request, but politely interjected before she could respond. “If there’s something here that you believe we should do before moving on, I’d love to hear about it. You did...

Azgard moved back, stunned by the commotion and saw how Thia’s pleas went unanswered, so he fought along side his companions. Azgard was hopeful that by the end of this they would be able to get through to the revenants. It wasn’t long before one rushed him, slashing through his chest, striking...

Azgard wondered off at the end of the conversation. He walked back into the main hallway to see the broken bust lying on the ground. He looked around to see the other three still standing. “No sense in leaving this broken.” He said, scooping up the remains of it, “Thia! Do you have any spell...

Azgard entered the room behind Thia and Naivara. He noticed that they both were ready to put up a fight against the wounded elf. Using minor illusion, he played soft music that he thought the elf might like. A mixed response. Oh well, at least he tried to ease the tension. “Oh, Arabell! We...

Azgard quickly looked at the body of Lady Wachter. It’s a pity she chose to be on the wrong side of equilibrium, he thinks to himself as he eyes her bag that lied next to her essentially disintegrated corpse. He scooped up the bag and used it to wipe burnt blood spatter from his cheek and...

Azgard is surrounded by guards of Lady Wachter. As soon as he could react he saw lightning flare before his eyes and disintegrate the guards that surrounded him. Azgard saw the source of the lightning to be Fargrim, who was surrounded, also. As quickly as he saw the lightning surge, Azgard...

Azgard lied on the floor motionless until Fargrim was done pleading. “I may be bound to a force of trickery and hate, but beyond this body I am a weapon of equilibrium. Believer? No. I am no true believer.” Azgard rose slowly, “My belief is that I was chosen deliberately for Kossuth’s work, but...

“False is not the word I would personally choose.” Azgard laughs off the explicit attack on his life’s work. “But that is besides the point of our visit. It seems like you did a very courageous and selfless task for those mourning parents... you wouldn’t have done such a thing for a personal...

“Yes, the Abbot.” Azgard chimes in, “we would like to see him. It is very nice to meet you though, my name is Azgard, a messenger of Kossuth. You two look hard at work, would you like to simply point us in the right direction?”

Azgard nods. He motions towards Thia’s boat to follow them back to shore. ”I am Azgard, a messenger for Kossuth. I will bring you back to your father for the sake of equilibrium and balance, which is clearly being dismantled by Strahd. Do you know of Kossuth?”

Azgard moved to the boat that Fargrim rushes towards and began rowing while Fargrim removed his armor. As they rowed closer to the figure, Azgard was hoping to have a chat, but was immediately taken aback when it tossed a bag into the lake. It started thrashing about like a child was in there...

Azgard remained quiet on the way over, and he was relatively calm and accepting during the punishments at he Vistani camp. As Thia and Naivara ran off he stayed behind. He looked up at Luvash with an apologetic face and shook his head. “Kossuth respects the customs here. We will do everything...

“I just thought I might be good conversation for the walk over. I am a follower and messenger of Kossuth, if you are familiar with him...” Azgard trails off to see if Naivara seems interested. Either way, he begins to lead the party in the direction of the Vistani. “Fargrim, you may stay if...

“We should all go together.” Azgard said, “They might have their reserves due to our last encounter but I’m sure they won’t be hostile.” He paused and looked over at Naivara. “Naivara, are you religious by chance?”

“Thank you, thank you.” Azgard took a bow a chuckled, “I’m glad we could get that over with quickly.” Azgard tried to keep up with the conversation with Rictavio, but entered in a bit too late. “Where to next?” He asked Thia.

“Alright then, shall we?” Azgard smiled at the group calmly, and walked out of the inn without checking to see if his party was following. Just as Rictavio suggested, a loose tiger was patrolling the town near the wagon it had escaped. Azgard raised his hands, revealing them through his robes...