Full Name: Wolsey
Alignment: True Neutral
He'd always been handy with his fists...thats how he'd got into this lark. He'd trounced the wrong person that time and got kicked out of his village. It was only the mayor's son and he was making fun of his familiar, he'd deserved it. So he'd left in the hope of becoming a great wizard but he didn't have the skill for study so that didn't work out either. Now he was escorting tourists for a living...boring. A steady job with no prospects long and boring days. Except this time everything had gone completely wrong. It was all that gnomes fault...
"A portal will get us there faster. Walking is so slow...and boring" the gnome wizard said again for the umpteenth time. "You really can't go wrong with a portal". Wolsey wanted to ram a portal down his throat but instead he smiled and said "Walking is healthy and besides it gives us time to meditate on the natural wonders around us". "Meditate, meditate...if I wanted to meditate I'd be a menial like you, I just want to get back to Port Hampstead fast as I can, I'm a busy gnome you know". The other visitors started talking, all in favour of the gnomes proposal. Wolsey felt a headache coming on. "Ok ok...we'll take your dam...wondrous portal then, anything to make you all happy" He looked around at the visitors trying to look calm and helpful but all that came out was a unhappy scowl.
Now look at them the portal had gone wrong and dropped them off Shadon knows where. The mage was dead, "something went right today" he thought, but the forest they found themselves in seemed to be the cosy home to a bunch of zombies and undead. And all the remaining visitors seemed to think it was Wolsey's fault and they expected him to protect them as well.
Moans rose like unearthly flowers from all around them. It was hard to make out where they were coming from in the dense undergrowth. "The zombies didn't move too fast", he thought "we just have to stay ahead of them". He was about to instil this wisdom into the remaining visitors when there was a piercing shriek and suddenly they where surrounded by shadows. They moved fast but Wolsey got off a spell or two before they could move, "gods it felt good to cast again" he thought. But he shadows attacking him moved off and joined their companions in making quick work of the visitors. Wolsey tried to help, casting the few spells he knew, pushing and shoving but in no time at all the visitors were dead. Then the remaining shadows turned to him. For a moment nothing moved, the shadows gazed at him with empty eyes and he gazed at the group of them in growing horror. "Bugger" he thought, and ran...
He ran and ran until he could run no more. But fortunately he'd seemed to have given the shadows the slip. And more importantly he seemed to be in another part of the forest. The air was brighter and the only moans he could hear now was his own laboured breathing. The undergrowth had cleared to making walking much easier. "What now?" he thought "how am I going to explain this at the ministry of tourism" his headache was coming back. Never the less he had to return and explain this mess to the elders, he started to walk...