Drusilla DeLambri



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    For six generations, the DeLambri’s were a fixture in Norwick. They were loggers,
    groundskeepers, farmers, and in a few generations, adventurers. Never anyone of import, but
    often recognized and valued. By any conventional means of gold, land or authority, their success would be
    quite meager. However, if success was measured in friendships, respect and honor, they were quite
    wealthy. Most of them were simply happy to have families and steady, meaningful work.

    The three generations living in Norwick were outstanding examples. The current
    generation consisted of Derrick, Darrin and Drusilla. All three in their teens, though Derrick was
    approaching twenty. Derrick had been a town guard for almost two years. Darrin has just
    started working at the lumber mill, his size and strength a boon working with axe and saw.
    Drusilla helped her father Damien with the grounds keeping and caretaking of the temple of
    Lathander, and was well known for her stunning voice in the choir at services. Their mother Ella
    made and mended clothing, and was also known for her semi annual bake sale and apple
    bread. Their grandfather Doran lived with them, his wife Eva having passed some years ago.

    Things were as they should be for all concerned in the quiet town of Norwick, right up until the
    Zhents invaded.

    Derrick never had much of a chance. He wasn’t as well trained as some of the other guards.
    While he understood the rudiments of sword play, his unit lasted less than thirty seconds after
    engagement. He was cut down mercilessly as the Zhents blew through the walls with spell and
    powder.

    Darrin fared a little better. Many of the loggers had formed a makeshift barricade and stayed
    put, defending the lumberyard with tools at hand. The Zhents had not taken their resistance
    seriously and paid for their hubris. It was said by the handful of survivors that Darrin took three
    down with his logging axe before archers silenced him.

    During all of this, a young Drusilla, her mother, father, and grandfather huddled in the Temple
    of Lathander with many others. Two paladins of the church, along with the priest and two
    acolytes provided strong defense. Zhent soldiers fought to gain access to the wealth they
    thought the temple contained, and paid with their lives. But ultimately, the temple’s defenders
    succumbed to the magic of four Zhent martial arcanists. The resulting summoned elementals
    and fireballs collapsed the temple structure, killing everyone inside … but one.

    Drusilla had been sitting on the floor hatch whose access led to the storage room. In a
    Tymoran-worthy twist of fate, the beams that collapsed and killed the huddled people inside hit
    the hatch first, crashing it and Drusilla into the storage room below.

    She survived alone in the dark for several days before being rescued by survivors.

    Drusilla now stands as the last and only survivor of the DeLambri family in Norwick. With some
    reluctance, a swordsman has trained her to use her brother’s broadsword, recovered after the
    invasion. What becomes of her now, only time will tell.