
| Full Name |
Sanuba the Withered |
| Race |
Elf |
| Classes/Levels |
Ranger 2/Rogue 4/Pathfinder Delver 10 |
| Gender |
Male |
| Size |
Medium |
| Age |
150 |
| Special Abilities |
Sneaky, Trapsy, not very nice |
| Alignment |
N |
| Deity |
whatever |
| Languages |
Common, Elven, Polyglot, Goblin, Osirian, Anc. Osiriani, Undercommon, Azlanti, Jistka, Kellish, Abyssal, Infernal, Aquan, Ignan, Auran, Terran, Thassalonian |
| Occupation |
Trapmaker |
| Strength |
18 |
| Dexterity |
26 |
| Constitution |
16 |
| Intelligence |
18 |
| Wisdom |
12 |
| Charisma |
7 |
About Sanuba the Withered
Sanuba's tale thus far is one of ill fortune.
'Reborn' in the lands of Taldor, he found himself alone in an Opparan alleyway with little idea of how he came to be there. His childhood past that point was full of dank alleys, dark dreams, & empty stomachs. Fortunately his nimble fingers allowed him to make some minor coin here & there, opening doors & locked boxes for others less skilled.
But there came a time when the Narrows lived up to their name (or was that down to their reputation). A falling out with the local gang of street punks left Sanuba with the choice of finding a new place to live or facing the music with the Oppoaran authorities. He chose the former and ended up in Cassomir. A few years lurking around the docks & watching the boats depart with the morning tide sparked another bout of wanderlust.
Eventually Sanuba was able to make his way across the sea to Osirion. It was in Sothis that he came to the attention of the Sapphire Sage. At the Sage's bidding, Sanuba eventually sailed to Kortos, to find a place among the ranks of the Pathfinders in Absalom.