Shorn Cloaks and Tattered Shields
Lawful Neutral Dwarf Male Fighter/Thief 1/1
Str 12 Dex 14 Con 13 Int 9 Wis 11 Cha 16
AC: 6/7 (Studded Leather and Small Shield)
Weapon Profs: Longsword, Light Crossbow.
Gear: Quiver with 24 Bolts, Light Crossbow, Backpack, Bedroll, Flint & Steel, Waterskin, 50’ Rope, Thieves Tools, Rations (8 Days), Oil Flasks x2, Candles x 5, Thick Gloves, Bandages, Hammer, Waterskin full of ale, 10 Iron Spikes.
I am Tungdil. 97 years young and still in the bloom of early adulthood. I have been a thief for most of my life. I brought a lot of problems to my family when I started learning my pilfering skills. Skills that would bring us all into exile. I am a member of the hidden guild known as the Kingdom of Thieves, but my first guild was an even more secretive collection of dwarf rogues. My first assignment for the guild, stealing a war-trophy from an important ambassador, went hideously wrong. I was brought before my clan-lord and humiliated for my miss-deeds. Fortunately, I was too young to have grown a beard by that time, or I would have found myself shaved and branded, as well as “merely” banished, along with all my family.
Yet my time among the thieves of Rockholme was not a total waste. I have become a good thief with excellent scouting abilities. I am no doubt the most intelligent of my clan as well. Still, I have learned my lesson. And though I continued to steal for many years, I have come to value the nature of the law and the trust placed in me by others. My skills as a locksmith, after all, were always in high demand.
My father taught me how to fight as well as make or mend locks. He taught me that the blade is not the only part of a sword a warrior can kill with. I have developed my skills in blade-craft, having studied anatomy well enough to know where to strike for greatest effect. I have also learned marksmanship and the use of the crossbow.
For all my family values tradition, especially dwarven tradition, it was perhaps inevitable that father would respect the human tradition of the shearing. Now my brother and I must wander the Duchy, proving ourselves worthy of the family name and, perhaps, finding my redemption in the eyes of our family.