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G'nasher crouched in the safety of the shadows under the ale soaked bar room table and patiently waited for his opportunity. The hour was growing late and the humans were approaching a safe level of inebriation. The day will come soon when we no longer have to hide in the shadows.

He then motioned to the blue scaled kobold hiding under the neighboring table. Ready on my mark! G'nasher and his comrades used an elaborate set of hand gestures to silently communicate - a cant known only within his circle of thieves.

G'nasher scanned the bar room one more time for any signs of danger. All around him pirates were swilling ale and slamming shots. G'nasher drew his dagger and creeped under the table towards a particularly fat and drunk pirate whom had a thick pouch dangling perilously low from his waist. G'nasher held his breath and used his dagger to cut the bottom of the purse. Copper coins began to spill out into G'nasher's outstretched hand.

Suddenly the table flipped over. "Thief! Yellow-bellied, bilge sucking, thief! Cleave 'im to the brisket! Hang 'im from the yardarm!"

A thick, muscled hand grabbed G'nasher by the throat and lifted him over the table. "Thought I was three sheets to the wind, eh? Ye be feeding the fish after yer keelhauling, lizard fingers!"

Suddenly the pirate howled as the blue scaled kobold plunged a dagger into his meaty calf. The man dropped G'nasher and howled as he held his bleeding leg. G'nasher drew his short swords and snarled at the pirate in perfect common as he tumbled for the safety of the tavern door. "I'll see you dead, human! Next time I'll take your life and yer coin!"

G'nasher smiled as he bolted for the safety of the night's shadows. This was how it was on many of their operations. Fortune favors the bold, but tonight we live to fight another day.

Turning back, he could see the pirates chasing his comrade out the tavern back door. He turned back to make his escaped and was stopped cold by a group of men with nets and sacks. A press gang!

Out of the corner of his eye G'nasher saw a man swing a heavy sap. The world faded to black.

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"Kill 'em all!" G'nasher whispered in draconic. The black masked kobolds in his team nodded silently. The time for retribution had finally arrived.

G'nasher placed his dagger between black stained teeth and silently motioned the signal to advance to his team. Slowly the rogues crept up the ship's rigging. Before crossing the ship's threshold, G'nasher touched the small skull hanging around his neck G'ra, guide my sword. Grant me your strength and fury. By dawn, their hated rivals would rest at the bottom of the sea.

On that moon lit night, death would arrive from the shadows for the drunken pirates. The arrogant humans, whom themselves preyed on the weak and unwary, would learn a new respect for the red scaled killers whom plied the alley ways of Ilizmagorti.

When it was over, G'nasher nodded to his team and wiped the blood from his blades. He took no satisfaction from killing - it was a necessary part of the business they were in. In the Shackles, only the strong survived.

G'nasher turned to his lieutenant and growled, "Disembark the ship. We sail for Port Peril!"

Tonight, they would celebrate at the Formidably Maid ...

Str: 4d5 + 3 ⇒ (4, 4, 5, 5) + 3 = 21; 17
Dex: 4d5 + 3 ⇒ (1, 1, 3, 1) + 3 = 9; 8
Con: 4d5 + 3 ⇒ (3, 5, 5, 5) + 3 = 21; 18
Int: 4d5 + 3 ⇒ (2, 5, 5, 1) + 3 = 16; 15
Wis: 4d5 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2, 5, 3) + 3 = 17; 15
Cha: 4d5 + 3 ⇒ (2, 4, 1, 2) + 3 = 12; 11

1d4 ⇒ 3; Add to Dex
1d2 ⇒ 2; Add to Dex

Stats (with racial modifiers): Str 13, Dex 15, Con 16, Int 15, Wis 15, Cha 11

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Submitting Gnasher Red Scale, an insidious rogue (unchained), with focus on social skills.