Armani Lauren Character in Call of the Netherdeep | World Anvil

Armani Lauren

House of Lauren Armani Lauren

If you have the taste for high fashion or a desperate need to make a statement you would probably already own an original Armani outfit. All of Tal’dori knows his name now it’s time for Wildmont

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Alignment
Lawful Evil
Age
638
Date of Birth
Around 200 P.D.
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Blue Gray
Hair
Blond
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Pale
Height
5’10”
Weight
95 Ibs

Mountain of trouble

We are escorted to the village and are allowed entry into more dangerous conditions within the village walls. I was careless with my vampiric abilities but I figure if anyone asks I’ll tell them I infused my boots with the ability to walk up walls. I think Ezra is the only one that could actually ascertain that I’m bullshitting the group. He does have a lot of tinkering knowledge. Our foes we faced were absolutely revolting. If you could imagine a big pile of shit with mouths all over it your imagination would be much cleaner. Needless to say I did not want to get close to one of these things, so being careless with my abilities, I ran straight up the wall, and then I stayed on rooftops. Bazzoxan seems to be under constant attack. From the information gathered this place is older than I, and has a darker past. Sadly I didn’t read to many history books it tends to anger me when I read a recollection of the past, and it’s written completely wrong from what happened when I was actually there! But I am here now and maybe with the help of my companions we can become famously embellished in a history book. The sleeping arrangements are close quarter, literally sheets separate the rooms. But we met a rather unique minded Tiefling named Question of all things. This was perfect I would get her drunk and escort her to her room and leave with a dream. That was the plan she wasn’t getting drunk and she was hot and cold the hole time with her emotions. Just as I thought I would have to find another way she thought I wanted to bed her and seemed to push away but then she said well if you want to… that worked I’ll be able to sleep in the same bed that would make it easier. I tried to offer the drink to Yavari she had come looking for me before, I don’t think she can taste things I’ll keep a close observation on her she seems like she is cursed or something. She ended up refusing the drink and I asked if something was wrong and she said no so I said OK I went on about my awkward night. But at least I’ll be able to satisfy this hunger for now. I will see what new adventures await us in the morning, and what they talked about with that, mysterious lady.

Adventurous Lifestyle

Well it looks like I am just like the characters in the story’s of granger that I have read before. The brave knight slays the dragon with his sword that is a pice of metal that is on average 18 to 31 inches long, against the beasts that caused so much destruction all over Tal’dori. I’m talking about the fake stories the ones before the stories of that adventuring group that actually helped us against chrome conclave. The grumpy paladin single-handedly took a gloom stalker down, the legendary Armani Lauren single-handedly defeated the Kraken, and the fashionable sorcerer in an Armani original sent demons back to the abyss. I think I have the makings of a great story there… I think I’ll stick to tailoring these journals are just a hobby to keep my mind off the hunger. I did get some very nutritious dreams from the old grumpy human, seems that he is searching for his son. Not gonna lie his torment satisfied my hunger very well. I do quite like the change in lifestyle, adventuring seems pretty thrilling. It’s not like I’m going to run out of time to establish my name in this continent I have plenty of that! Might as well have some fun, but I do need to be careful, our arrivals from the festival are traveling with us and I was nearly caught trying to feed him one of them. I’ll try some more ways to gain some trust with the group, hell’s maybe even one day I can just tell them what I am and they’ll allow me to take a couple dreams here and there. I know grumpy doesn’t want to have those nightmares anymore, but I have a feeling that if he finds out what I am he may try to kill me. Then I would have to explain to the group why I killed him. Thats losing the trust not gaining it. The nice one may already know! With how she stairs at me and how many people I’ve killed I must have some spirits follow me around that she’s probably spoken too. So for now I need to play nice.   I can always taste fear in blood it’s bitter, but fear from a dream is like 30 year old fine wine.

Goblins have strange dreams

Folsen, Quen’phillar 3rd 836P.D I do have to say I was quite intrigued by the dream I fed on last night. I wonder if all goblins see themselves as tall and handsome in their dreams? The one I fed on dreamt of a cooking challenge. He was bossing around other cooks. When the judge tasted the food afterwards the loosing team would be slaughtered it was quite intense. The rich mostly dream about their teeth falling out or being naked in public. It was funny for a while but became repetitive. My newfound friends and I are off to do the final challenge. Flashbacks of the extreme river that about nearly swept me out to where the kraken feeds flood my mind as I see it’s a swimming challenge, race I should say. I learned a lesson from this event! I don’t like swimming I am going to brainstorm an device to assist me with swimming tonight. I’ve been alive for a very long time and I don’t think I’ve ever been attacked by sea life or at least as far back as I can remember. I have to admit there are many years that just mold together. I killed the biggest octopus I have ever seen and I don’t think I want to do it again because I do not like swimming. Another first for me was to have a collective vision or dream? I’ve never considered myself a believer in the gods. There are so many to choose from I don’t understand how people decide I am going to worship the god of lies or moonlight. It always seemed ridiculous to me until the dream. There was a presence in to the humanoid that was shackled pleading for help and the only thing I came across my mind was can I drink from a celestial? The past two days I’ve been the most chaotic, spur of the moment, out of my comfort zone, and dangerous… and I love every bit of it. I haven’t felt more alive. I have always lived my life by strict rules and now it’s time to live a little. The blood is truly redder on the other side! Metaphorically speaking.

Love Tastes So Sweet

Whelsen, Fessuran 16th 836 P.D. How could I let this happen? I have rules and they have kept me out of trouble for so many years. I thought I was in control, that the hunger was sated. Obviously, I’m terribly mistaken due to the resent occurrences. Hugo and I grabbed all that we could and fled to Whitestone. For the past week I have resorted to using my fangs and been drinking woodland creatures as if they were nauseating inexpensive travren ale “I detest traveling alone”. Much easier to travel with a food bank venturing with you. That is what perplexes me, Dreams have always fed me far greater than blood. What is different Now? Yvette is dead, all that remains of her is running through my veins as I write this and yet I do not weep. Have I forgotten that I once lived, or did I lose all my humanity the day I killed my mother? News travels fast I caught a glimpse of my picture on a piece of parchment in Whitestone while procuring passage abord a ship to Wildmont. If news traveled that fast somebody has money.   Grissen, Fessuran 29th 836 P.D. We arrive in the next few days I have somehow managed to keep my secret safe from the crew. They are convinced that the ale they have for the trip is causing worse hangovers than usual. The captain on the other hand either seen the wanted poster or sensed my desperation for he charges me 3000gp and required I stay out of sight of him. I can’t blame the man it was last seconds notice, and I wanted no questions asked but I was able to haggle him down to 2800 and a custom Armani Captain attire. Captain Shaw of the Eagle’s Feather is the owner of the last Tal’Dorei Armani! Now they will need to be imported to Tal’Dorei. Should I use my real name Candeth Cragstone? I am on the run, but I would need to get rid of Hugo. Being around him makes me stick out like a sore thumb. I could go into hiding but I just spent all my money. Sorry to scratch out the pages of this journal with such cowardly nonsense! To think, the great Amarni Luren of House Luren would ever stoop so low. I am 638 years old you would think I would know myself by now.   Conthsen, Quen’pillar 2nd 836 P.D. The Town of Jigow and the Festival of Merit. I love tourists and being one you can always just play it off as oh I didn’t know any better silly me. Right away I noticed an opportunity. An old crone in shabby attire just being overlooked and forgotten. I offered her my networking deal really, it’s like charity. As I measure her, she said she would like it in different measurements that she wish’s she could pull off, but Hugo was rushing me, and something must have come loose because he spoke what in the hells. I held my composure and finished with the mark. We seen a pie eating contest I have no Idea how halflings can eat that much. It’s revolting! Imagine me eating humans in such a manner. That would be exciting to see a blood sucking contest, you would get points reduced for messiness. HA! Of course, there is the Bute contest, but to my surprise age overcame youth in this event as a human won the competition. He must work out; I wonder how his cardo is. Blood got me into this mess, and I can’t seem to get it off my mind. Well, no better way than to distract myself with events. I won the Merit of wit and a well dressed “could use my touch up” Satyr woman who strangely does not fuel my hunger won as well. I couldn’t quite place the feeling I get from her, it’s as if she were dead and that’s the point you stop drinking. I think I should have stopped while I was ahead because I got lost in a maze, almost swept out to sea, and became a turtle’s lunch. I did run into a fellow that is rather cairles with money and paid me 2 gold for alterations! Ha! Can’t wait for tomorrow’s fate because I am grouped with an odd team to do the main event.

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