The Quartet


Devlin Rochester

You say, ‘Hail, The Quartet’
The Quartet flips rapidly through the pages of a ragged tome, ‘The mark of an extraordinary individual is often coupled with unimaginable self-sacrifice. Those with the means to impact Norrath can do so, in part, because they are utterly consumed by their cause. Such individuals are tortured souls, giving up their humanity in pursuit of a greater cause. [Devlin Rochester] was one such man. Though he accomplished much, you may [not have heard] of him.’

You say, ‘Devlin Rochester’
The Quartet says ‘A hunter. A murderer. Like his father, and his father before him, Devlin was bound by a family oath to seek out and eliminate monsters that could pose a threat to mankind. He was a master with all manner of weaponry – from daggers, to axes, to whips. His specialty was in destroying lycanthropes and he did succeed in making Norrath safer for humans . . . but at a [great cost] to himself.’

You say, ‘Great cost’
The Quartet says ‘On a dark and clouded night, Devlin chased a young werewolf on horseback for miles through the Jaggedpine forest. His crossbow was trained on her, but she was an expert rider. She dodged and weaved between the trees often enough to spoil any attempts at taking a shot. Unfortunately for her, she took a turn that led them into a clearing. What [happened next] haunted Rochester forever.’

You say, ‘Happened next?’
The Quartet says ‘Unobstructed by foliage, Devlin took careful aim and fired a bolt at his quarry. As the missile sailed toward her body, the cloud cover above broke, revealing a full moon. Sickly pale moonlight illuminated the horror and disbelief on the girl’s countenance as the crossbow bolt struck true, knocking her forcefully from her mount. She was [not a lycanthrope].’

You say, ‘Not a lycanthrope?’
The Quartet says ‘He realized that she was merely a frightened young woman. She committed no crime, but was hunted down and murdered. Devlin was riddled with guilt. He withdrew from society completely. Though his oath required that he continue to destroy monsters, no matter how many times he performed his duty successfully he could not shake the shame for his grievous error. He desperately sought a way to [make amends].’

You say, ‘Make amends’
The Quartet says ‘Before his sudden disappearance, Devlin wrote a letter that suggested he sought to redeem himself by destroying the ‘greatest aberration Norrath had ever known’.’

You say, ‘not have heard’
The Quartet says ‘The sands of time wear away the reminders of even the most exceptional figures and Devlin left no legacy behind. He disappeared mysteriously thousands of years ago.’

Tris Wallow III

You say, ‘Hail, The Quartet’
The Quartet flips rapidly through the pages of a ragged tome, ‘In years long past there existed a maiden who was the greatest enchantress of her time. She was fair of face, while also possessing unsurpassed knowledge of the arcane arts. For a generation she used her natural abilities to unite enemies, bring an end to meaningless wars, and lead the kingdoms of men. Her name was [Tris Wallow the Third] and she was exceptional in all ways – a shining star in a dark sea of mediocrity. Though she [accomplished much], you may [not have heard] of her.’

You say, ‘Not have heard’
The Quartet says ‘This is understandable. The sands of time wear away the reminders of even the most exceptional figures and Tris left no legacy behind. She disappeared mysteriously thousands of years ago.’

You say, ‘Tris Wallow the Third’
The Quartet exchanges the tome in its possession for another on the shelf. It opens the book to a earmarked chapter and begins lecturing, ‘Miss Wallow the Third was the daughter of a fortune teller. Her mother, Wallow the Second, was the daughter of a seer. The three women carried the same distinctive traits of beauty and charm. While all three were gifted, the Third was the most successful in utilizing her talents to change the world. Notably absent in their lives were [husbands].’

You say, ‘Husbands’
The Quartet says ‘There is a saying that behind every successful woman is an enabling man. This saying is untrue. None of the Wallows ever [married]. They passed their family name down from mother to daughter.’

You say, ‘Married’
The Quartet says ‘The family name was not the only thing they passed on. The Wallows were extremely selective in choosing a suitable mate. The coupling was purely for the purpose of producing a sufficiently talented offspring. It is unknown who the fathers were, but what is known is that the Wallow women went to great lengths to locate a partner with the potential to carry their gift to the next generation.’

You say, ‘Accomplished much?’
The Quartet says ‘Tris understood that humanity is a tool. Without guidance they lack purpose. Without purpose they are worthless. With her helping hands, they were pointed in the right direction. She gave these lacking individuals a reason for existing.’

The Performer

You say, ‘Hail, The Quartet’
The Quartet flips rapidly through the pages of a ragged tome, ‘You might ask, who was [The Performer], the man whose deeds resulted in the loss of his name. Though his [crimes] were great, you may [not have heard] of him.’

You say, ‘The Performer’
The Quartet says ‘He was a storyteller, a historian, an entertainer, a musician, and a lyrical genius. His accolades and praise could change the course of history. Likewise, his disapproval and castigations could ruin someone forever. The purpose of someone in such a career varies depending on your point of view; depending on whether you are the source of rampant ridicule or merely enjoying a bit of jest at another’s expense. It’s quite possible you might perceive him as a saint or an antagonist. The one individual who [truly mattered] perceived him as the latter.’

You say, ‘Truly mattered?’
The Quartet says ‘From decades of swaying the public’s opinion, The Performer felt he was above the law, an exception to all rules, and immune from harm. In most senses this was correct. But he overstepped his bounds once with the wrong person, and one grave mistake was all it took to bring a sudden and premature end to his illustrious career.’

You say, ‘Crimes’
The Quartet says ‘Upon receiving a special and [limited opportunity], he betrayed the one that extended the invitation. The host was reclusive by necessity and nature, and prided himself on his reputation. As if revealing the details of the host’s current location to the public was not insult enough, The Performer spread blatant rumors and lies that portrayed the host as a monster. A lapse in judgment, perhaps? A fatal lapse in judgment.’

You say, ‘Limited opportunity’
The Quartet says ‘Every so often, an exceptional individual arises and attracts the attention of the Master. An invitation is extended, but that invitation is largely metaphorical. It is through subtle clues that the individual is led to the doorstep of the Master, and given a unique opportunity to learn things they never could have dreamed possible.’

You say, ‘Not have heard’
The Quartet says ‘The Performer made a living out of sullying other’s names, and thus it was fitting that his true name was destroyed for his transgressions. Aside from losing his name, his tongue was forcibly removed, he was boiled in acid, and his remains were magically bound to serve the Master for all eternity.’

Roley DeFarge

You say, ‘Hail, The Quartet’
The Quartet flips rapidly through the pages of a ragged tome, ‘Have you [heard] the story of [Roley DeFarge], the man who pioneered hypocrisy? Though he [accomplished much] in his lifetime, his greatest feat was destroying all that he had attained.’

You say, ‘Heard?’
The Quartet says ‘This is understandable. The sands of time wear away the reminders of even the most exceptional figures and Roley’s actions ensured that his order denied all knowledge of his escapades to preserve their reputation.’

You say, ‘Roley DeFarge’
The Quartet says ‘Roley was a devoted leader within his order, the Paladins of Marr. The man was legendary. His faith, unwavering. His skill, unmatched. His dedication, unquestionable. During his tenure, the paladins enjoyed a period of immense prosperity. They pushed back the armies of their enemies and crushed any undead that dared rise from the grave. The order was loved and respected; their leader most of all. But this attention and flattery only marked the beginning of Roley’s [downfall].’

You say, ‘Downfall’
The Quartet exchanges the tome in its possession for another on the shelf. It opens the book to an earmarked chapter and begins lecturing, ‘Roley came to believe that he was superior to those he worked with and those he served. His motivations shifted from a desire to help the common man to an increasingly intense desire to boost his fame. He neglected his responsibilities to the order and gave them no indication of his whereabouts, opting instead to [work alone]. Not even his wife, [Adrianna], was privy to his location.’

You say, ‘Work alone’
The Quartet says ‘Roley opted to seek out adversaries on his own, and the criteria of what could be construed as an enemy in his eyes changed. He sought to destroy those that would gain him the adoration of the public, and those that met death at the end of his sword weren’t necessarily dangerous or enemies of his order. The order took notice of these activities but due to an internal struggle between those that supported Roley and those who disapproved of his actions, he was not removed from his position as leader.’

You say, ‘Adrianna’
The Quartet says ‘Adrianna was also a faithful member of the order. She was heartbroken at Roley’s behavior. She would not see him for months at a time, and during their brief times together, he did not behave like himself. She begged him to give up his selfish quest, but he refused. She could not compete with Roley’s desire to make a name for himself. He continued to leave her side for extended forays, and during one such journey he [never returned].’

You say, ‘Never returned?’
The Quartet says ‘His wife and a handful of colleagues searched for the lost paladin, based on his last known whereabouts. The one survivor that returned explained to the order that Roley DeFarge was a member of the undead, and had slain his own wife along with the other members of the scouting party. The order buried all evidence of these events and let the memory of their fallen leader fade away over time.’

You say, ‘Accomplished much’
The Quartet says ‘Yes, but Roley was proof that even the greatest of heroes can fall.’

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