Dadrian

Dadrian Fischer
Status
Race	Rakash
Gender	Male
Guild	Unknown
Instance	Prime, tf,
Relatives	None

To: The Office of Lady Snow, Illithi
From: The Office of Lady Avant, Mer'Kresh
Re: Possible sighting of person of interest in ongoing investigation.

Hail,
It has recently been reported that there have been sightings of a character fitting the description of a young Rakash man wanted for questioning in the deaths and/or disappearances of several naturalized citizens of Mer'Kresh. He is also wanted for information in connection with a recent prison riot resulting in the deaths of several guards and inmates and the escape of several detainees, himself included. His description is as follows:

Name: Dadrian Fischer (Probable Alias) Race: Rakash Gender: Male Age: mid-20's to early 30's Height: 17-18hh Hair: White Eyes: Silver

Traits: Several tattoos, the most prominent being a golden hawk with spread wings across his upper back; a slightly disfiguring scar across the left eye.

Dadrian remains somewhat of an enigma to us. He arrived some months back at our doorstep, bearing only a suit of tarnished armor and a damaged halberd. He pronounced himself a son of Therengia, but with no documentation and conflicting reports from the transport ship's crewmen, this remains unverified. Dadrian's overwhelmingly helpful and friendly demeanor coupled with his formidable charisma, smoothed over the unanswered questions and made him a popular guild member among the recruits; we welcomed him openly. Over the coming months we would observe ...irregularities in his character and Lady Avant in particular began to feel a growing mistrust for his unorthodox, foreign methods. He had been caught taking donations from our tithing box, but when confronted he produced observably rushed plans for an educational program for some of our local orphans. He also showed remarkable dexterity in the arts of picking locks, concealment, and proficiency with a vast array of small arms. We began to take notice of a grittier generation of paladin initiates, unyielding and trained in dishonorable combat. One such training session in particular, observed by Lady Avant herself, resulted in a recruit being sent to the infirmary with catastrophic damage to her eyes and back. Dadrian was chastised and ejected from the guildhall at said time. Questions began to arise, and a visible rift began to show itself with some remaining loyal to the Lady and others to Dadrian. Skirmishes began in the streets outside the guildhall, vandalism began to rise, and several items of worth disappeared from her Ladyship's quarters. An order was put out for the detention of Dadrian for questioning in these acts and several bodies turned up over the course of the following week, several more have yet to be recovered. We feel this man to be an impostor - a feeling growing ever stronger as his cohorts trickle back to the guild asking for re-admittance. Not one has spoke of him revealing a proficiency for magic. The vast majority have also been trained near entirely in the use of small arms and combat methods we can only assume were the early stages of a contingent of assassins.

We consider this man to be extremely dangerous and manipulative. Having known him personally, I can say without a doubt that you will find this letter hard to believe. Do not trust him should he come calling.

Your Brother in Arms,
Sir Aldroan, Assistant to Lady Avant.

"Fortune smiles upon me yet again, old friend. I came across this poor fool mere hours ago along the Southern Trade Road. So trusting, so subservient, so quick to stop and help an injured man laying alongside the road. The authorities will no doubt think the work to be of some local fauna, if the bodies are ever found that is. Lo and behold, I slay one in search of transportation, and I walk away with both his horse and a message regarding yours truly. Rather fortunate, is it not, my friend? The Lady Snow will unfortunately never receive this dire warning, perhaps I should deliver it in person? Calm your laughter my friend, I understand the precarious nature of our plan very well. The correspondence shall be destroyed at once. As for the messenger, his cote and tabard shall provide more than adequate cover for our entry into Shard. Make haste, my friend, time grows short and there is yet much work to be done."

Dadrian shows all the makings of a loyal and true Paladin of the realms with the noted exception that he isn't. Dadrian has developed a means to survive unique unto himself. Having fended for himself from an early age, he has withdrawn almost entirely into his own mind. He shows very little sign of genuine emotion and assuredly has motive and planning behind every beguiling smile. He feels no guilt, and regret only when the results of his actions reflect poorly on himself. It has been suggested that he harbors a dislike of the races of smaller stature, most notably the Gnomes, but this may only be a personality construct as he has openly showed derision for all of the races of 5 kingdoms, the Rakash included. His nameless "friend" has been known to act on his account on several occasions, but it has yet to be proven whether or not this 'Friend' is real as Dadrian has been seen from afar speaking to him aloud during moments of solitude. It has been surmised that a tangent of his ultimate goal is the extinction of all sentient life in Elanthia. Do not trust him.