Vhalas Rhun's page

Backpack, Bedroll, Belt pouch, Clay mug, Dagger, 2 Fish hooks, Flint+Steel, Sewing Needle, Signal Whistle, 50ft String, 50ft Thread, Waterskin, 1 Week of rations, Whetstone

Sometimes an event occurs that will define the rest of your life. I didn't want this path, but you play the hand your dealt. The ones that can't roll with the punches are the ones that will only drag you down...

"I wish my tale was unique, but many can trace the course of their lives by the same event that decided my fate. I grew up in the slums of Old Korvosa, as a bastard child that never knew his parents. Life was hard, you would have to steal just to survive, some kids would band together, but the strongest always ruled the gangs, and I don’t let anyone tell me what I can do.

Growing up on the street you had to be quick on your feet and know when to run or fight, you had to learn quick because you didn’t get second chances out there. When the Blood Veil struck the city, I knew I had to leave, but by then the watch had closed the bridges out of Old Korvosa. So I made a deal. I knew an old smuggler that I occasionally ran errands for by the name of Lucky Eight Fingers that ran pesh though the docks. Lucky was getting old and the city had already begun to die, so he was leaving Korvosa that very night. In exchange for him getting me out of the city I would work as laborer for a year. After the year was over I stopped working for him, and started working with him."

Vhalas coughs and leans forward.

"Lucky died last year, and you know, it’s funny. I would gambled on him kicking the bucket from old age rather than a dagger to the throat in a deal gone bad."

Shrugging Vhalas leans back against the bench.

"So, tell me more about this Shin’Rakorath and how much are they paying?"

"Shin’Rakorath, that’s some merc group right?" Vhalas rubs his chin in concentration.

"Yea I heard about them. The name roughly translates into lantern keepers or light keepers or something like that. You look surprised, what? Just because I’m an elf I should speak Elven? I grew up on the streets friend not some forest, I’m lucky I can speak it at all. Anyhow, yea I heard of em, what’s it to you?"

"Good, good..." Vhalas leans forward and pockets the coins

"Now where was I... ah yes, It was about a month ago, and I just finished working this job out of Riddleport. The payoff had been good and I had some clink in my pocket so I decided to take in the sights, savvy? So there I was at the House of the Silken Veil and this pretty little thing invites me to the back; “compliments of the house” she says. Well, who am I to say no. So there she is leading me into the back and like a good mark I follow. If you want some good advice then heed my words. Never trust something too good to be true. Turns out she had different ideas and next thing I knew I was face to face with Shorafa Pamodae, high priestess of Calistra and more importantly one of Riddleport's the local crime lords."

A blizzard could have been warmer then the smile on her face.

"Anyway you cut it, I was diced. I was at her place of business; and I had just finished a freelance job as an unknown, and un-guilded, thief. Guess the guy that hired me for my last job was a patron and couldn’t keep his dam mouth shut so it got back to her real quick. She could have killed me right there, and no one would have said a word; she knew it and I did too. Instead she told me to stick around town. Apparently she was mildly impressed with how I had pulled the job and she informed me that, occasionally she would arrange meetings between like minded individuals. She told me that there was an Elven merc group named the Shin’Rakorath that had put out some feelers among the Calistrian temples; apparently they were looking for a specialist, someone with my talents. I told her I pick my own jobs and no thanks. She made it perfectly clear that it was in my best interest to hear them out."

So here I am, waiting… This had better be worth it.

Personality:
(CN) Mercurial in nature, Vhalas has seen how quick the illusion of stability can be broken and has learned to take nothing for granted. After working with Lucky for years, Vhalas has slowly built his own set of ethics based on the teachings of his mentor that “thieves prosper, and the rich remember.” Vhalas remembers how desperate and dangerous his life of poverty was, and it had made him frugal and selfish.

Appearance:
Slight of build and nondescript, Vhalas wears his hair short and lets his scars show. Vhalas, knows that a hard glance and a bared dagger will scare off more trouble then it will create. His clothing is muted in nature, and could easily blend into half a dozen cities. You could see Vhalas on the street and notice nothing of interest, and that’s how Vhalas likes it.