Keep on the Shadowfell -- Remixed
A dark, tough-looking halfling.
Merric, level 2 Halfling, Rogue Rogue Tactics: Artful Dodger Rogue: Rogue Weapon Talent Background: Cat Burglar (Cat Burglar Benefit)
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 13, Con 14, Dex 18, Int 8, Wis 10, Cha 16.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 13, Con 14, Dex 16, Int 8, Wis 10, Cha 14.
AC: 17 Fort: 13 Reflex: 17 Will: 14 HP: 31 Surges: 8 Surge Value: 7
TRAINED SKILLS Stealth +10, Thievery +13, Streetwise +9, Acrobatics +12, Perception +6, Athletics +8
UNTRAINED SKILLS Arcana, Bluff +4, Diplomacy +4, Dungeoneering +1, Endurance +3, Heal +1, History, Insight +1, Intimidate +4, Nature +1, ReligionFEATS
- Level 1: Backstabber
- Level 2: Slaying Action
- Rogue at-will 1: Piercing Strike
- Rogue at-will 1: Acrobatic Strike
- Rogue encounter 1: Opening Move
- Rogue daily 1: Precise Incision
- Rogue utility 2: Adaptable Flanker
ITEMS Adventurer’s Kit, Footpads, Grappling Hook, Thieves’ Tools, Leather Armor, Dagger (6), Luckblade Dagger +1
Over a flask or six of elderberry wine, Merric’s told you the following….
“Not that you’d care, but I come from a shitehole town called Riverport. Nothin’ to speak of, really. Pretty much every kid is a street urchin, and I was stealin’ from the barges almost as soon as I could walk. We lived in a warren of alleys near the river, just beyond the Docks. My mum Vani did some sewin’ for the local nobs, and my da worked fixin barges. Those bigguns are quick enough to blame us Folk for all that’s wrong in the world, until they need us to work for ‘em. No human can caulk a barge like a halfling, and the halfling can carve the ornament too!
Sure, I ran with a tough crowd, but we wasn’t evil really. We was just kids. ‘Till that time the watch nabbed us and blamed us for stealin’ that cask of jewels. It wasn’t true, none of it. The fools on the Watch couldn’t find the real culprit, and we was near at hand. It was easy enough to pin it on the little folk, and who would raise a fuss? 20 lashes I got, and a nice little cell paid for by the town.
When I got out, I figured if I was gonna take the rap, I might as well get somethin’ for my troubles. I sussed out that this dark fellow I used to drink with was in the Thieves’ Guild, and that was that. I was good, too. Fast, and deadly when I needed to be. Everybody said ol’ Rat Brennan was the tops, but he saw me comin’ up, sure enough. It weren’t long before I was at the right hand of the Upright Man, and the Rat was lucky to get his foot in the door. Ha!
But Riverport’s a dead end, nowhere town. Stupid fat merchants and nobs, the nice taverns just for the bigguns, and no way for a Halfling to get ahead. I saw my chance, and I took it. It’s the wandering life for me now. I’m gonna slay a dragon and get enough gold to drown in. Then I’ll retire to some nice village, get myself a wife, and spin tales of adventure around the fire. You just watch and see, sure enough.”