Improv: ECL 1 Riff Strongblade Human Warmage 1: Entry 1

Not exactly the road I was expecting and far from what I had hoped for.  After doing what I was informed to, I found myself under arrest for public urination.  Of course I denied these accusations but it soon became apparent that I had no choice but to go with the authorities for now.  It hadn't occurred to me at the time that this was what I was waiting for, but after the next few events I found I was now well along a new road that could very well take me to the information I seek.  Finding myself incarcerated with a few other "gentlemen", whom I made every attempt to avoid and learn nothing about, I waited for the morning.
Fate, it seems, stepped in and rained havoc upon this seemingly peaceful town.  The guard let us out hoping we could fight.  Deciding to travel together in this trying time, we found his dead body just outside the jail.  Heading for a fire in the distance I determined that the right thing to do would be to put it out and help the unknowing remnants of the surrounding buildings avoid danger.  We never got that far.
The corpse of a man came walking out of the wreckage of a cart and ambled toward us.  We could tell right away that this was an abomination and the holy man with us made it quite clear that we needed to destroy it. Seconds later the corpse of a horse came running into our midst.  We did battle and I was both victorious and flawed.  I did some good and was able to not only help dispatch the horror of the walking dead, but even offered some magical healing to the fighter who had taken the worst of it.  But I was no match for the undead horse.  I went down in battle and was only saved by the power of the cleric.  I suppose next time I will not spare the destructive might of my arcane power.  Next time I will unleash hell BEFORE I can be destroyed.

Improv: ECL 1 Riff Strongblade Human Warmage 1: Bio

My name is Riff Strongblade and I hail from no land that I know.  I don't have a family or a country to call home.  While I seem fairly young by the standards of other adventurers, that is merely how I must present myself.  I hold to an almost unknown belief that my spirit which inhabits this body has lived many previous lives.  I must follow the path that leads to great knowledge, not only of my past, but also of my purpose.  Once I uncover the truth of who I was before, I can begin to wield the power I once knew.
For now I tap into the destructive powers of the arcane to live the life of an adventurer, holding back my martial abilities until the right time.
While I don't yet know where I am supposed to go, I have been given a few clues.  So for now I seek out a small town located near the sea.  I am told I will recognize the town by the river that splits it down the middle.  I am to stand on the street corner near the tavern until well into nightfall and my path will be shown to me.

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Tomb of Horrors: ECL 11 Daerev Wer'Vrinpict Dragonborn Dragon Shaman 11: Entry 13

We survived what no one else could.  Charging into combat against what was probably the most fearsome creature we could possibly face, I was able to dispatch our foe thanx to a mistake made by the wild mage.  Apparently while I faced the terror, others in the party were forced to face the undead remains of our former allies.  I don't think I would have been able to bear the pain of seeing my best friend's body used in such a horrid manner.  Then in a moment of absolute failure, Tore, my faithful companion and childhood friend was utterly destroyed by the power of Acererak.  Not even the power of Bahamut can bring him back.  I would give over my entire dragon horde to have my friends back. But that is not our fate.  I will walk a different road than they ever anticipated and I hope that at least Faustwiil can smile down on me from time to time as he parties with Boosh.  I will keep them alive in my thoughts and dedicate my strength and power in vanquishing new foes to their memory.

The cleric

Time...Time...Time... see whats become of me. I'm coming for you, A. Death To The Undead.

Tomb of Horrors: ECL 11 Daerev Wer'Vrinpict Dragonborn Dragon Shaman 11: Entry 12

For the second time in my life (both times occurring in this particular dungeon) I have been told by a user of wild magic that my particular actions lead to dire consequences.  This time it was the cleric and he was noticeably shaken by whatever he experienced in an alternate timeline.  I will trust his belief that we all died and follow his directions to plan our next move.  He explains his sighting of our target, the demilich, and will prepare for combat against what is probably the greatest evil we have ever faced- except for every single denizen of the nine hells where we started our adventures. 
I will fight for good in the name of Bahamut and show evil the true power of the dragon.