Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

The moon shines brightly, if the clouds would allow it. Pitchblack in darkness, Oawa sleeps on her cot composed of hay in Elmwood. The rolling mists of the Moonsea envelopes the tiny hamlet. Silent gongs thunder from the ghost ships calling forth to the drowned sailors and pirates alike.

Embers receding from the fires, the dews extinguishing the dieing cackles of light.

Tiny flits of grey penetrate the mists.
Blackcoated metal tips unsheathe.
Trip of the armored assassin.
Flying banana peel.
Clang of the full plates against the open window.

Oawa awakes from the tumult. Spotting black streaks aimed at her, she slips on the same banana peel and clumsily dodges the flat black blades. Is this Besheba's efforts on the dark warrior? Perhaps Tymora's guidance on Oawa?

Banging her head, she fully wakes up in pain. A sense of urgency runs across her mind, saturating her thoughts. Even Elmwood is no longer safe.

She quickly bolts out the door, 3 flitting shapes in pursuit.

There is no safety, no recourse. Running for seemingly hours into the salty mists, Oawa trips and falls into a pit trap. After a long tumble she wakes up. Dazed and bewildered, she wonders her cursed fate. Looking down, she is pleased she only twisted her ankle slightly. Scrambling about in the darkness, her hands reaches out and grabs for a for a crevice handhold to climb out. Feeling something of a ledge, she pulls her weight, to her surprise, a bleached skeleton on full plate drops on top of her. Oawa is knocked out again. Hours past before she wakes up again. A sliver of light peers into the pit.

The shadows hide the full plate's owners gruesome death. A spear pierces through culet and past the aventail and into the barbute and out the top. ((Ok, not everyone knows his full plates.... the spear goes thru the butt, up through the abdomen out of the shoulders and back into the head and then out of the head... it's diagonal)).

Oawa, knowing she probably needs some form of protection, grabs the rusty cuirass (front breastplate portion) and slips it under her loose tunic. She snaps off the visible portion of the spear as a makeshift dagger. She did not capture the glimpse of the shield, which lies peacefully beneath the lost warrior, emblazoned with three bolts of lightning.

Oawa scampers out of the hole and finally whiffs the fresh air and wallows in the mid morning sun. Westward away from the Moonsea lands.

The more things change the more things stay the same...

Through her travels outside of the regions of the Gate, she has a revelation and has moved beyond as a merchant of death. She has a an admiration of suffering and torment.

A Merchant of Strife perhaps?

An adventure with Alicia Blade and Mahas ends badly.... or is it a new beginning?

Rampaged by various demons and devils of strife on the slopes of Graypeak, the trio was finally put down by an Elder Blue Dragon and a Balor of enormous strength and girth.

As if woken from a dream, Oawa feels something lacking... something empty.... her normally blue eyes seen to have lost a certain shine.

Resting in the Friendly Arms Inn, she encouters old friends such as Julindra... and new acquaintances, such as Lance and Vanira. Sitting through the conversation while mentally fading in and out as if in two places, she overhears the powerful Balor's name might be Bob.

Strange, out by the campfire, few people have fit Xetav Atath description.

Been drawn to the human roasting oven in the Haunted House. Has played with it multiple times.... but seems to be something special...