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I would like to submit a character for your review. I will write a more detailed background tomorrow. Talsin is a former halfling slave with aspirations of joining the Bellflower Network. Talsin grew up the son of a famous halfling actress whose master owned an entertaining troupe. Talsin's mother was very valuable asset for her master who endulged her clandestine assistance of other halfling slaves. Talsin has shown some of his mother's acting talent, despite being mute, and her passion for helping free his fellow halflings. He communicates with often elaborate charades and with a small chalk tablet if necessary. Talsin learned much of his monastic ways from an elderly human monk that served as troupe's choreographer. Unfortunately, it was discovered that Talsin's mother had aided a group of halfling slaves in their escape. She was tortured and killed. Their master fled with most of the remaining troupe for fear of a similar fate. The minor noble that killed Talsin's mother was himself killed for his "rash" response. Apparently, several higher nobles were not pleased at those loss of a favorite actress despite her minor indiscretions. After all, who cares about the loss of a few escaped halflings weighed against the hours of entertainment. Talsin finds himself free for the first time in his life.
It seems the hour draws near.
"I can help you find Lamm." Shades looks expectantly at the young woman and waits for her answer. He searched the other man's face for signs of recognition. Surely he remembers me now. How many of my kind served Lamm?
Shadeos notices Durriken's mutual interest in the small crowd. He is surprised to see another face familiar to his past. Could it be? I thought he was dead. Another victim of Lamm. I can't be sure....we were so young.
Shadeos watches from across the market as the tableau surrounding "the Chalker" continues to grow. The girl looks so familiar. Was she a little Lamm? No...not her but perhaps a sister. So familiar. Curious beyond caution, Shadeos moves closer to the group hoping to get a better look and perhaps overhear something of interest. A small trail of blood catches his eye. That explains why the man was limping away. The question that remains is did this "Chalker" cause the injury
My concept is a rogue that is focused primarily on intellectual skills rather than physical ones. A watcher, a thinker, and a detective. He is not your typical brutish half-orc. Shadeos T'syn
Background:
“Is that you my little lamm?” Gaedren Lamm said to the darkness in a soothing whisper.
Gaedren watched silently as a young boy moved warily forward and dropped a small sack at his feet. The boy was growing at an alarming rate and appeared more feral with each meeting. Gaedren knew without bothering to look that the contents of the sack were less than they should be. “Shadeos, Shadeos, Have you become a wolf among my lamms? Lamms don’t steal from Gaedren.” Shadeos’ sensed the tension in the room and decided to flee a moment too late. Geadren’s henchmen exploded into the room and overwhelmed him in a matter of seconds. There was nowhere to run. There was no escape. “Make him suffer and then kill him!” Gaedren Lamm said coldly before turning to leave without looking back. Gaedren laughed as he walked away listening to the sounds of his henchmen beating young Shadeos. He was a bit disconcerted that the boy had not screamed or cried out. This was not the first time Shadeos had been beaten by Gaedren’s lackeys. He did his best to protect his head but it was not long before he slipped into unconsciousness. Shadeos was back in the creaking slave wagon that had taken him to Korsova many years ago. The wagon had been the entirety of his world for countless days. The slaves were given barely enough food and water. Many weakened and eventually gave up and died. Shadeos ate the rats that infested the wagon. He survived and he escaped. Gaedren Lamm found him scavenging in Korsova’s streets. To a starving child on streets, Gaedren was a savior. Gaedren was kind at first and Shadeos would have done anything to please him. He was one of Gaedren’s little Lamms. That was before the beatings began. Before he saw Gaedren’s cruel heart. Gaedren’s little Lamms all get led to slaughter. Memories faded and the flood of pain brought Shadeos into sharp focus. He had one thought. Survive. Shadeos lunged towards a tormentor’s leg and drew blood with a vicious bite. The man screamed and fought to get away and knocked over the room’s only lamp. Everything went dark causing a chaotic confusion of sounds and bodies. Shadeos lunged towards a door and felt a surge of elation as he slipped free and tumbled down the stairs. The henchmen did not follow. The stairs led into the darkness of the Vaults. They feared the darkness. Shadeos did not. Appearence:
At first glance, Shadeos seems natural part of the crowd and would likely go un-noticed by even the most observant travelers. He seems distracted as if he is looking at things very far away. It is as if he is watching some complex totality that absorbs most of his attention. Most would focus on his beastial orcish features and dismiss him as dumb brute. Few would realize how far his perception extended, how much he saw at a glance, how much he heard and knew. I will be providing additional detail in the next couple of days. I would love to get some feedback from anyone willing to give it.
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