Background: Criminal [Spy, Variant]
Although your capabilities are not much different from those of a burglar or smuggler, you learned and practiced them in a very different context as an espionage agent. You might have been an officially sanctioned agent of the crown, or perhaps you sold the secrets you uncovered to the highest bidder.
Feature: Cult of the Dragon Infiltrator [Optional ToD]
You have infiltrated the ranks of the Cult of the Dragon. Having spied on the organization for quite some time, you are familiar with its inner workings and customs. You have a second identity as an initiate of the cult, enough of a façade to blend in as a simple grunt or servant.
Bond You and your family were members of the cult of Dragon, until your fivals in the cult arranged to wipe you out. Though they slaughtered your kin, you survived, but they think you’re dead. Now is your chance for vengeance! Your hit list consists of three names: a human cultist named Frulam Mondath, a half-orc named Bog Luck, and a half-dragon named Rezmir. You have arrived in Greenest knowing it’s next on the cult’s lists of targets.
Personality Trait I always have a plan for what to do when things go wrong.
Ideal People: I’m loyal to my friends, not to any ideals, and everyone else can take a trip down the Styx for all I care. (Neutral)
Flaw An innocent person is in prison for a crime that I committed. I’m okay with that.
Story
Aemon quickens his pace as he notes the rapidly darkening skies that herald the approach of evening. Adjusting his pack he looks around at his traveling companions and is thankful for their company these last few days. There is safety in numbers when traveling along the sword coast, he thinks. Not that he was a stranger to the dangers along the Coast Way road having made his living traveling between Nashkel and Waterdeep as a wandering minstrel and teller of tales. That was one of the covers he used to help him gain information on the Cult of the Dragon.
Finally my efforts are paying off, Aemon thinks as he remembers the chain of events that have led him on the road to the town of Greenest.
It was a little over a half a dozen years ago when Aemon’s father told the family about the glorious Dragon Cult and how it would change their lives. Aemon’s father was right joining the cult changed their lives, unfortunately the biggest change was in making his families lives much shorter. For a short while the family became more prosperous as Aemon’s father rose through the ranks of the cult. However, his father’s quick ascension through the ranks of the cult led to jealousy on behalf of some of the other cult members.
The morning his family was killed was the culmination of that jealousy. Aemon remembers that his family was heading to one of the cult meetings when they were joined on the road by some other cult members. Aemon recognized them as Frulam Mondath, Bog Luck, and Rezmir some of his father’s closest associates within the cult. The attack by the three traitors was quick and bloody and his family was dead before they had a chance to utter a scream. Aemon was left for dead in a ditch and as fortune had it he avoided the fate of his family. As he dragged himself from the ditch Aemon swore his vengeance on his family’s murderers and the twisted dragon cult.
In the beginning he had to beg, borrow, and steal for his survival as he couldn’t risk returning to his home. Eventually, he was able steal enough coin to purchase a lute and place the blame some unsuspecting townsman in Beregost. Over the past three years he has traveled the Sword Coast as a wandering bard looking for information on the Dragon Cult and those who slayed his family. Recently he was able to infiltrate the organization and learn that the town of Greenest was high on the cults target list.
Aemon shakes his head at the memories while eyes adjust to the approaching gloom of evening. He looks down the road toward Greenest and whispers with a smile on his lips, I’m coming for you.
Appearance
Whether you find the half-elf Aemon Stormsinger sitting in the corner of a tavern or as a traveler along the Coast road he usually has a song on his lips, a lute in his hands, and a sword strapped to his back. He is tall and thin with a pleasant face covered with unruly red hair and sapphire blues eyes that seem to laugh at the world. Aemon is usually adorned in leather armor and well-worn boots.
