This is just a little story I put together a long time ago for my third character I made on Neverwinter Nights when I got it :D

The Travels of Nym (Chapter One) One for one and all for one

Nym awoke to the sharp hiss of whispers that sharply echoed from the stone corridors and stale air that smelt of sulfur, he found it distasteful to be in a city; as a rogue, houseless and matron-less often protested a constant challenge to his every day routines of pick pocketing, as if that was easy. “Usstan phlith LIL izznarg che'elen” he muttered under his breath reaching for a bottle of left over alcohol he had kept for the past ten-day.

Placing the bottle on the Zurkhwood night stand, He stopped to notice it’s oh so refine features he was so commonly seeing in furniture around him, its edges were worn and clawed at; the top was littered with scratches. After running a hand over his dreaded hair and pushing a few out of the way of his face he eyed the taters that were his clothes at the edge of the shabby inn room bed. He let out a sigh of frustration only to stop short to listen to his growling stomach. “Hmm, Cahallin” resting a hand gently over his stomach that seemed to cry louder with every passing second.

He turned to look out the crooked window to see Narbondel starting it’s cycle anew, the beautiful fairy fire lining in a ring around the giant stalagmite, it seemed to bring him some relief knowing today may be his lucky day to score adequate money for a small feast, his stomach was recently detesting the constant intake of alcohol that Nym found to be his affordable diet. He stood on his feet and reached for his tattered tunic and pants, at this point he was willing this day to take any risk to get food.

He made his way down the steep stone steps with care as not to fall which at this point in time if he did he was not sure if he could get up; making his way into the candle lit tavern looking at the street rabble like him that congregated to mingle with one another, he looked at his arm noticing it’s slight sheen from sweat. The musty warm air did little to comfort anyone to sleep, other then the nobles of his people that sat high in their compounds in the lap of luxury. Making his way past the glares of a few Duergar sitting at a table near the entrance, feeling less comfortable with the additive of the glares he quickened his pace out, he was after all in no shape to fight Duergar.

Looking both ways down each cramped ally it seemed as if they could run on forever, not a pleasing thought at all especially with his empty stomach that constantly found a way into his thoughts from the constant rumbling and growling. He was not sure which way to take now that he thought of it, he had not even remembered how he had really gotten to the inn in the first place, the supposed upside to his wonderful alcohol based diet. He came to from his reminiscing to hear his stomach growling once more, he swore he could hear it say “Cahallin” he let out another sigh of frustration placing a hand on his stomach “usstan ZHAUN” he muttered with an aggravated tone like a mother on the edge desperately trying to keep her child quiet.

Minutes passed his chosen direction was the left ally, after a few more minutes of seeing nothing but spider vermin scurrying out in front of him, like the street rabble like him self scurrying away when the nobles approached “Qu'el'saruk Nym del Baenre” he said to him self, he rather liked the sound of that. It did take his mind off his empty stomach, but his wonderful dream of nobility started to dissipate away as soon as he noticed the road becoming slightly steeper, it was starting to become a challenge just to muster the strength to walk up.

He slowly but surly made his way towards the end of Mezoberranzan’s Eastmyr district as a sign read, Nym came into a harsh realization how lucky he was to get all the way out without getting mugged, surly the spider queen must have felt pity for his miserable existence enough to let him pass un-harmed he thought to him self. Walking on the stone plaque sign read “ManyFolk”; Nym slowly felt his spirit lift, he was finally out of that miserable hell hole he thought. Nym watched the Duergar to his left in the crowed of the bazaar slowly approaching leading on two rothe tugging a cart full of crates of many sizes. “Cahallin” he spoke under his breath dearly hoping it to be true, he salivated at the thought of fresh prepared Zurkhwood spores, loads of rothe meat, large underdark crab legs. His mind raced on about the thoughts of a feast fit for a noble.

Leaving the dream world he was becoming used to from the lack of hunger he thought for a few seconds if he was going mad but soon disregarded it waiting for the right moment. Yes it was now! He went after the back of the cart hitching a ride, with violent quick spurt of the moment strength brought on by his hunger he set to work on a small crate prying it open with his rather poor quality longsword; Yes! His thoughts were correct! The crate was packed with Zurkhwood Spores; he began to smash them greedily into his mouth. Severing the flavor and finally appeasing his roaring stomach.

It must have been twenty to twenty-five minutes before he was able to fully satisfy his hunger. Now all he needed to do was get off the cart, he watched the pebbles on the narrow stone road pass under the cart, but he sensed something wrong, he had a sixth sense for danger as he constantly flirted with it since the time he was very young. His scene was confirmed the cart was slowing and a figure lit by the inferred spectrum of his eyes came into focus! His mind started to race, what would happen? Would he be killed?