Venthyr, the Exquisite

Venthyr the Exquisite was a most elegant and masterful spellscale sorcerer with brilliant scales of crystal-liquid aquamarine. This most magnificent conjurer had no place to call home as he flitted from swarming cities to glimmering glades in search of knowledge and adventure. He was born to a most comely courtesan and an almost definitely omnipotent archmage (given our hero’s draconine race). Like this unknown patriarch, Venthyr would have been an archmage without equal having already expanded his enchanting expertise to war weaving and even initiated a pursuit into the spinning of fates. This unparalleled journey towards excellence was most tragically cut short when this spectacular spellscale joined with 3 other intrepid explorers to help the most glorious Metallic Pact thwart their villainous Chromatic cousins.

These companions consisted of a gallant dragonborn and 2 humans1,2 of obviously dubious character. Being himself a paragon of good, though often swaying temperament, Venthyr nobly accepted working with these suspicious soft-skins for the betterment of all. During their first quest, given to them by the mighty drake Rithyancor, these brave companions infiltrated the lair of a black dragon brood mother. They were tasked with destroying all her eggs and preventing more of her vile spawn from bolstering the Chromatic Tribunal’s forces in their vile quest for domination. Despite these intuitive instructions the humans took some eggs for themselves and fled the lair leaving the dragonborn at the mercy of a vile creature and Venthyr to fend for himself. After amazingly riding a lion down an elevator shaft this heroic man-drake was able to catch up with his erstwhile allies who refused to answer for their cowardice or destroy the eggs.

They returned together to their rendezvous in Highcrest Harbour but these humans’ malevolence towards Venthyr was not reversed. In particular one mad fellow named Mardigan continuously insulted the superb sorcerer, purposely misnaming both him and his profession. Venthyr implored his companions to repent of their ridiculous path at the house of the most marvelous mayor of the town, the half-brass dragon Thamivian, but they highhandedly refused. Instead, Mad Mardigan responded with another insult and so Venthyr, in a moment of righteous rage, smote the villain with a fully charged bolt of lightning. But Mardigan was tricky and dodged the brunt of said bolt and, though charred, he struck back with unparalleled malign inspiration. The blade struck true despite multiple magical defenses, the Exquisite Venthyr was pierced through the throat and so ended a most magical, wonderful, beautiful, enthralling, fantastic, fascinating, inspiring, magnificent, glorious and simply sparkling life.