“No one’s quite sure where they came from.  Some think that they hailed from Angrakor originally, but I have my doubts.  The barbarians of the south were violent and uncivilized, driven by dreams of conquest, but they were not the Dark Lord’s minions.  I believe that souls trapped in the spirit world seduced them to the Dark Lord’s ways.  After too many rejections from the Rainbow Lord, One-Eye’s whispers grew too loud to ignore.  Those that have been there longest are most wicked.”  Jerilyn of Colcester

“Vin-Grandalar celebrates the Eternal Warrior, but the Devotees were mostly ignorant of that champion’s true place in history.  They knew only that the Eternal Warrior was a Dwarven hero of the Elder Days who hunted the Maiden’s enemies, and they sang his praises once every year because the priestesses told them to.  But the priestesses of the inner circle knew the secret of the Eternal Warrior.  They knew his greater burden and his connection to the ancient evil in the east.”  Jerilyn of Colcester

“False prophets for false gods, Tarik.  The Long Night has passed and we’re in a new age, an age where the gods no longer exist.  They are gone, alive only in dusty myth, mere fodder for bedtime stories.  Once upon a time they may have been real, but now they are the substance of dreams.  Only the Balance is real.  Everything else is illusion.  I have traveled beyond the Girdle with the Herald and seen the truth … Arrgh!  Pass me that wine, Tarik.  My head is pounding again.”  Jerilyn of Colcester

“The Golden Whale?  No, by my time it was long gone.  When I visited Sangrithar, I stayed at The Pansy Shield.  A crazy old warrior named Swafnah with a pansy fetish ran the place.  Every table had a fresh vase of pansies, even in the dead of winter.  Shields with embossed flowers covered the walls, the linens – always fresh, I might add – were embroidered with a pansy theme and every item on the menu came with a pansy garnish.  One of his oldest friends told me that he’d been catapulted one time too many.  Needless to say, this Swafnah attracted an odd crowd, one that I rather enjoyed.  ”  Jerilyn of Colcester