Randy Chavalier had passed beheaded by the Garda he swore he would not kill again after a pleading woman of Tymora. Did he rant before his death, did he chose to fight, nae silently he felt long overdue from this world. Taken by the mist left in such a desolate realm of despair and unfair the tragedy that was Randy Chavalier. He came spirited regardless of his lost to home working among others till that tragic day in Raduta Keep where his comrades abandon him for a year. He served that terrible dark lord each night fearing for his life till the good dwarf Grum and his friends traveled into the keep. Freed he could recall his joy at finding people and yet the fear in trusting them. How his humble dwarven master taught him the way of the forge and the tongue of dwarves. And yet on the route to selling his goods Randy watched as the Garda took his master for selling with out a license to the gallows. His savior and closest friend hung like an animal to be slaughtered not for even the meat or sport of it. So did Randy wallow in the Drain taking up his new trade.
Robbing the barovians of vallaki was just his outcry and pain stealing from them what little they had to compensate the lost to Grum's family. He had failed to save his master and yet he had failed himself. The goodness with in died that day and he did not care either way where his path lead till the woman of Tymora a priestess halfling convinced him otherwise. But of the greatest of tragedies was the one of love. The priestess insisted there were ways with out violence for their kind as Randy watched his people persecuted, killed, and kicked around be little by the tall folk. Then his darling Rosa a ferocious halfling warrior stole his heart together they protected the outskirts and all hins from the evil that were the Bigguns. Giving hins a fair chance at survival tending to their wounds and their needs exclusively and like the dream a nightmare rose. Rosa had been accused of disturbing the peace of vallaki defending a hin shot down by a no more than five garda. Upon hearing this he ran from Dementlieu's port lucine where they were homed as he had begged her to not care of Vallaki no more. But as he came too the outskirts did he watch his beloved Rosa set ablaze in a burning fire. Watchedas the Garda once more took away what he loved.
In those last embers of life all Randy knew was death and with his musket and arms did he spend nights, weeks, potshotting the garda at night from their walls. Accused of only killing one but having killed twenty. But it would never end till one of his own betrayed him to their biggun friend Zafirah. Oh how he cursed that halfling for being so naive and against their people. He paid a good sum to have her assassinated and was proud when given the corpse which he lay out to the mist. For a time he had long forgotten Vallaki returning to Dementlieu until the time of war. Under the name Derrick Ronald did he serve his lordship in his manor only to be tossed to the regime of the Gendermie to serve in his lord's sons place. Bitterness welled as he fled the land cast out as a traitor for fleeing the gendermie and his post. Once more the tall folk took advantage of his kindness and it was then he decided it was his time to die fighting.
So he prepared and aided those against the Garda. The death ofRodica did give Randy a bit of smirk but it was not enough. When some one told him of Mirceas death he prayed it was true. The irony he was found by the man at the church. Given few knew of his true identity he thought the Garda was softer than before and would play to his foriegn nature. He could of escaped, should of escaped, but it would make him a wanted criminal again and he did not have the strength to do that again or deal with the money grubbing, faming claiming, indignent bigguns again. The Irony his kind Tymoran Priestess Alaethe had inspired him to turn good again and yet here Randy knelt before the ax of the man who he saw honorable as the garda. Oh did he whisper in his mind. "My dear friend Darelmir how you sought true death and it was always right beside you. How I longed for leaving this life for only the moments of risking it did I truly feel alive. Forever in my mind shall I think of you my friend for you brought me joy again. Now I will curse these Garda and rise again in True Death. Oui mon ami, I shall rise and become a Dullahan and seek my revenge. My head will be gone and so I will rise until I claimed Eleven Garda lives. Dimitru mezomi, you fought me with honor, you did not beat a man in a cage while he was outnumbered. You I will spare you and yours I will never care. Eleven Garda lives one at the stroke of nine. Dear mists I have fallen my life is no longer mine. Raise me as you have taken everything from me and give me a new life. For all I have left is vengeance in my soul and True Death in my heart. Faer you well those I met for I shan't be coming home."