Post by Sillysavage on Mar 8, 2010 9:20:02 GMT -5
Thief, 1st Level.
This is a brief history of a rogue, a thief and a survivor.
He is a young man but he has seen and heard more than anyone else in the village of Haven. There are no secrets in this town that can be hidden from him. He knows every nook and cranny and there is not a lock, barred door or window that can keep him out if he really has a mind to get in. He has spent many years developing these talents and hoarding stories of all the locals as well as a few of the travelling merchants that pass through town by sitting silently in the shadows and listening.
He wasn’t always as adept as he is now and that can be seen by the scars on his back from the whippings he used to get from not only his father, but also the town law keepers who never understood why he was doing the things he used to do. He never knew his mother so he never had a loving female figure in his life to teach him what it meant to be a child who is loved and protected. No relatives that wanted anything to do with him either since his father was the town drunk. Oh they tried at first but soon discovered that whenever his father would hear that they contacted the lad, Slip would get another beating.
He grew up basically on his own and had no choice but to learn to look after himself since his father spent all his time either working as the town locksmith or spending his profits in the tavern. Slip was forced to work in the small shop, cleaning, building and fixing locks and keys. It was rare that he found time to spend with other children or young adults as he grew up. Food also became a rarity so Slip soon learned how convenient it was to make copies of keys or how to pick the locks he was working on and use them to steal food from the various townspeople. By the time he was 18 he had a key for almost every door in the village. The ones he didn’t have keys for, he used his lock picking tools (that he made himself) to open.
On his 20th birthday his father got into a brawl with a merchant who accused him of trying to steal something from his boat. They found Slip’s father face down in the river the next morning….dead. His throat had been slit from ear to ear. There were no tears in Slip’s eyes as he buried him. His closest friends, the wizard and the scribe, helped to bury the man but had no remorse either. They and the whole village knew of the man, and of the brutal attacks on his son after an all nighter.
Because of his history, the people of the village felt for the wiry young man and began to hire him to not only repair and build locks but to go one step further and invent elaborate security systems. He would build traps and install trip wires along with loose stones that when someone put pressure on them, they would cause a rock to come crashing down or a branch or log to suddenly knock the intruder off his feet. For nobles he was even more ingenious and clever with his devices and found ways to spew acid or flames at intruders from tiny holes in various hidden alcoves.
To this day Slip continues to run the little locksmith shop and build his little systems for the townsfolk. He realizes he will never be a rich man and hopes for one day to leave Haven and find his fame and fortune in the outer reaches of Mystara.
This is a brief history of a rogue, a thief and a survivor.
He is a young man but he has seen and heard more than anyone else in the village of Haven. There are no secrets in this town that can be hidden from him. He knows every nook and cranny and there is not a lock, barred door or window that can keep him out if he really has a mind to get in. He has spent many years developing these talents and hoarding stories of all the locals as well as a few of the travelling merchants that pass through town by sitting silently in the shadows and listening.
He wasn’t always as adept as he is now and that can be seen by the scars on his back from the whippings he used to get from not only his father, but also the town law keepers who never understood why he was doing the things he used to do. He never knew his mother so he never had a loving female figure in his life to teach him what it meant to be a child who is loved and protected. No relatives that wanted anything to do with him either since his father was the town drunk. Oh they tried at first but soon discovered that whenever his father would hear that they contacted the lad, Slip would get another beating.
He grew up basically on his own and had no choice but to learn to look after himself since his father spent all his time either working as the town locksmith or spending his profits in the tavern. Slip was forced to work in the small shop, cleaning, building and fixing locks and keys. It was rare that he found time to spend with other children or young adults as he grew up. Food also became a rarity so Slip soon learned how convenient it was to make copies of keys or how to pick the locks he was working on and use them to steal food from the various townspeople. By the time he was 18 he had a key for almost every door in the village. The ones he didn’t have keys for, he used his lock picking tools (that he made himself) to open.
On his 20th birthday his father got into a brawl with a merchant who accused him of trying to steal something from his boat. They found Slip’s father face down in the river the next morning….dead. His throat had been slit from ear to ear. There were no tears in Slip’s eyes as he buried him. His closest friends, the wizard and the scribe, helped to bury the man but had no remorse either. They and the whole village knew of the man, and of the brutal attacks on his son after an all nighter.
Because of his history, the people of the village felt for the wiry young man and began to hire him to not only repair and build locks but to go one step further and invent elaborate security systems. He would build traps and install trip wires along with loose stones that when someone put pressure on them, they would cause a rock to come crashing down or a branch or log to suddenly knock the intruder off his feet. For nobles he was even more ingenious and clever with his devices and found ways to spew acid or flames at intruders from tiny holes in various hidden alcoves.
To this day Slip continues to run the little locksmith shop and build his little systems for the townsfolk. He realizes he will never be a rich man and hopes for one day to leave Haven and find his fame and fortune in the outer reaches of Mystara.