K'SARO

Hello there. K’saro’s the name, Swordmaster’s the game. If my rapier is my favored weapon, it is not, however, my only one, for I keep my tongue as sharp as my blade. Some people say I talk too much, even for a T’skrang. They won’t say it again. Oh, don’t worry, they’re still alive: killing a Name giver always filled me with repugnance. You see, I’d rather humiliate than kill, because living in shame and disgrace is a far worse fate than death. My favorite tactic when challenged by a drunk Dwarf in a tavern goes like this: I let him do all his yelling about how I spilled Hurgl on his coat, I anticipate his sorry attempt to surprise me, then I out-maneuver the stumbling little hairy creature for a few minutes while taunting him with remarks such as: "Hey, Stumpy, watch it! You almost banged that monstrous thing you call a nose against my beautiful tail!". When the crowd is sufficiently amused and the Dwarf is sweaty, exhausted and furious, I cut his belt with a twist of the wrist and show the audience the remarkable craftsmanship of dwarven underwear. No, honestly, I have nothing against Dwarves; it’s just that they’re so funny when their face turns red from fatigue and anger!

On a more serious note, I have to mention that I am the leader of the adventuring party known as the Wandering Elements. I have never considered I possessed natural leadership, but I must admit I am the closest thing to a leader we have. Darakk, my T’skrang brother, is a bit too power-hungry, Blitz the Troll is way too impulsive, Kzwx, even for a Windling, is too unpredictable, Shannsha is, like all Obsidimen, too passive, and Razaak, well… Razaak’s got something against leaders, the Passions know why. The weird Blood Elf even had to be forced by the rest of us "normal" folk to take the Blood Oath at the beginning of our journey. So I guess poor old K’saro had to step up and take all the responsibilities…

I must confess that keeping this group together up to now has meant hard work beyond what I could ever have imagined. Even I, at a certain time, felt like leaving this group to explore Barsaive by myself. It didn’t take very long, however, to realize that this unnatural impulse was due to the influence of these cursed Daggers of Cara Fahd we can’t seem to be able to get rid of. Now, everything is fine among the Wandering Elements. There still exist some friction, but it’s normal for an eclectic mix of races and disciplines like the Elements. Recent events have, I hope, strengthened the bonds between us (you can read all about our adventures by consulting the Wandering Elements’ adventure logs from the Great Library of Throal). There is nothing I want more than to see this group work out their differences, build up fame and ultimately be known as one of the most successful adventuring parties in the history of Barsaive. And if none of that ever happens, I’ll still be totally happy to retire, buy a tavern and maybe hear the name "Wandering Elements" in some song or legend.

Well, that’s all for me. Remember, t’sleethi-t’sleetha everybody.

As Kzwx would say: "W.E. must do it!"

Until our paths meet again,