Elf rogue
Score: 274 | 12/27/14 |
Zevran is a Wood Elf Rogue who's a native to the capital city of Reehn, Sedova. Though he's a Wood Elf, Zevran was born and raised in the city. He's a professional criminal, by definition. He's dipped his hands in being a smuggler, a pickpocket, and even a hired killer. His scarce dealings with the assassin's guild of Reehn are something he despises talking about or remembering. "I'm a professional criminal, not a murderer."
Zevran started his roguish business as an independent pickpocket, but earned enough of a reputation for the Thieve's Guild to take notice of his skills. He was hesitant and paranoid, but the extended greeting of the guild wasn't for naught, as he did join.
During the war against the Eldritch Lord, Zevran worked with a detachment of guild members who were smuggling supplies to the rebels here and there. Zevran not only built up trust and reputation with the guild, but also the King's Men and the Reehnian Rebels.
After the war effort became a lost cause and the Eldritch Lord won the war, Zevran decided to move on to better things. He went to the free port city of Greystone, where as an exiled collaborator he could still make some coin and do good for the guild. His first assignment when he arrived seemed simple, as his contact Mabel explained what he needed to do. He was to go to the far off isolated land of Ortland, where the Theive's Guild had been trying to get a foothold, and see why their inside contact, Alice, hadn't reported anything back in months.
"The job seems simple enough. I'm gonna need a ticket and a few extras though. I'd like to take a few fellows along for protection."
Mabel complied and gave him the tickets he needed, and so he went hunting for potential candidates. He took on Masero, an ex-rebel with high spirit and brawn, The Esteemed Professor Ghirardelli, a researcher/archaeologist and genious, James Maxwell, another ex-rebel who was Masero's pal, and Loroein, a Towering Dragonborn Paladin who's intentions to help and muscle made for a good candidate.
To keep it simple, the job was far from simple. As Zevran and his goons arrived in Ortland, things were peaceful, sure. But things were off. Everything... was off. Too perfect. Too clean. Too good to be true.