Halfling Rogue
Sister Margaletta:
You are able to extract information without killing the poor gnome. Her name is Pollyana Snizzlepot. She escaped from Westcrown several weeks ago and has been hiding out in several safe houses. She was blindfolded when brought to them, and can remember little about many of them, but she gives you the name of the one producing the pamphlets. When Sister Margaletta is done, Pollyana is crying in the corner of her cell. She flinches at anyone that approaches her and in sheer terror screams. What ever was done has left a lasting impression.
Halfling Rogue
Are we all supposed to join this order of the star? I am not sure of Pollyana's motivation for doing so, but I will if that's the crux of the adventure. Pollyana hears that Liek, a detective is back in town investigating criminal activity. She decides it is in her best interest to avoid him and keep a low profile. Pollyana heads back to one of her old hideout off the river. Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Halfling Rogue
"Great, fog to go with my odd dream and hangover this is the start to a truly bad day." Pollyana says to herself, then looks around embarrassed that she was so loud. She tries to guide herself through the fog to drink some water from the lake to nurse her hangover.
Halfling Rogue
Well she has spirit I'll give her that Pollyana thinks to herself seeing the Halfling running with the sausages. Pollyana joins the others for the story. She isn't greedy, pulling one job a day keeps her fed and the authorities from locking down to hard. She decides the best vantage to hear and see the storyteller is to climb a nearby tree. She will take out her rope and take her time, taking 20, on the climb check if that is ok.
Halfling Rogue
Happy with her haul, Pollyana discards the purse and keeps the coin. Pollyana decides to walk around and have a look at the festival, but she is too street savy to drop her guard. He hears screaming about a thief, but knows it couldn't be her she was too careful and her mark probably didn't even know it was missing yet. Still she keeps an eye out for this thief. Can't have sloppy amateurs ruining her festival season. Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Halfling Rogue
The festival is always a good time for Pollyana. The crowds of new people give her new opportunities. She watches the crowds until she spots a decent mark, then goes in for the ol'bump and grab. Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 Wow that was almost too easy She thinks to herself smiling. She won't look at what she got until she is a good distance away.
Halfling Rogue
I would not be against writing a background that included another player, but being a rogue it would be ok to simply be a loner of sorts also. I intend for her to be from the rivers that feed off of the main lake. I took the river rat trait which seems appropriate for that. Probably filching what goods she can from merchants boats when backs are turned eking out a meager living. |