Gnirüt the android went to the cold and capricious arms of the Great Maker on Oathday, Calistril 26, 4715. It was a hapless android known for its minor league spellslinging. Its trusty pistol had hardly been broken in when it was taken from this world to whatever lies beyond. While brave in the face of danger, Gnirüt’s flimsy flesh was no match for the tentacles of the ghelarn it faced that fateful day. Torn in two, it had no chance to even utter a farewell.
Gnirüt had no kin and was unaware of its own origins. Only activated three years ago, its history is vague at best. Though, its love of firearms and spellcraft will be remembered.
In the town of Torch, Gnirüt leaves behind his companions: 10L0, a fellow android and bard; William S. Preston, a ranger of some skill; Kelmaa the Aasimar cleric, she may seem useless in a fight but boy is she handy with the Bactine and Band-Aids; Jacques Hughes, the queer – as in weird – bomb throwing Elf; Vayu the dim, but tough, well-meaning monk.
In lieu of services, donations of gold or other precious items may be tagged “deposit: property vault 331” and left with the cashier at the casino in Torch.