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Thanks for the extra advice. Will look into it more tomorrow
What I meant by house was just some in-game knowledge, there are 12 different houses that make up this city we're working on taking over, with one main house"castle/ruler that oversees it all. Something along those lines.
Here's the characters background /info I sent to my DM, just incase you're interested.
Name: Zeek Revin’Aka
Class: 6 Slayer(Cleaner Archtype: Advanced Class Guide), 1 Warpriest of Achaekek(ACL), 3 Red Mantis Assassin (ISWG)
Race: Human (Dual Talent:- Alternative Racial Trait) +2 to any 2 ability stats. (Replace bonus feat, and Skilled)
Age: 30
Background: Zeek grew up within the human city, a hardly noticed member of one of the houses.(Think fourth son, or something along those lines.) He delved into a trouble in his youth, finding he had a canny knack for getting out of it as well as covering for others. While he got chased away from the city guard from time to time, no one ever managed to catch him in the act, at least no one of legit authority. He got caught stealing ale and goods from other crooks in the city, though not on his first attempts. So he sustained some beatings, but eventually his talents were seen for what they were, and that caught the idea of some of the more shady members of a household(Perhaps his, perhaps another. Maybe he didn’t like his own house, perhaps there was something there about the king or leader of it, that disgusted him.)
He was only 15 when that occurred and then the coaching began. Over the years he would hone his skills, not only the typical rogue skills, but also his deft hand with a blade. A year later into this ordeal he had going on, Zeek witnessed the eldest son of whatever house, commit an act that would have had him likely killed. He panicked and left a bloody scene behind. Zeek made it his own business to clean up the mess, delicately destroying any sign of evidence that it had happened.
Eventually the son confessed to his crime to his father, begging for him to help him. When they went to check the location, there was nothing to be found. While the immediate family did not know of Zeek’s involvement in it, his coach and mentor (So and So and So and So. I don’t know, you pick whoever that is.) was quite privy to the knowledge. This led to even more opportunities for Zeek.
Over the next few years, Zeek became the “Cleaner” for his mentor/their house/ and even for higher, along this time he had also started to take contracts to end lives, though they were scattered few and far between at first, mainly when the “go to guy” was unavailable to complete a necessary task. Eventually, Zeek, though not his true identify, was starting to create an infamous reputation, but only for those were privy to the deeper areas of the criminal syndicates or whatever you’d call it. It would be said that when a name was marked, the price was paid, that in frightening time, the victim would simply... cease to be. No sign of struggle, not a speck of evidence left behind, at least none that got out publicly.(Figure he made a mistake here or there, but ya’know... you’re bound to roll a 1.) The nickname was “Reapers hand.”... saying, best watch it or the reapers hand will take you, and things of that sort.
Zeek did hold a certain bravado about himself, but he could keep his night life separate from his daily deeds.
So that continued for some time.. (Until 6th level!)
Then one day when he was out to take the life of another victim, while he was cleaning the blood from his blade, he came across a book. It was laying out just waiting for him to take, it felt almost convenient. (As in it was set out for him to find.) This book held knowledge of a patron deity, the Red Mantis. His heart froze when, and for the first time in years, he felt true panic. The Red Mantis Assassins, they were known to him, though he’d never truly seen one, or met another who had seen one. But he always knew they existed, even if some claimed it rumor.
Had he just taken the life of one of their members? Was his time no forfeit, would he be dead before the sun raised in the morning. He did not know, but he finished his job nonetheless, combing over the area in a far more meticulous way then usual. He would leave nothing, he would hope that he would not be found. There was no sign of the victims weapons, or other things to lead Zeek to believe him to be of that dreaded order.
He would not sleep that night, or for the follow three nights at that, instead he just held up in his quarters, armed and waiting. Over the time he read over the book, and on the third day he prayed to the Mantis God, asking him to forgive him for taking the lives of one his followers. He did so in not a desperate manner, as he’d already accepted his fate. “If there is anything I can do, to make this right... I will do it.”
Then something strange happened... He got a response.
(1 level of Warpriest of Achaekek. ) More story to develop here.
Five lives to take in the name the Red Mantis, at no cost, that was fine and fair way to have his life spared.
In the months to pass, he took four lives, names whispered into his head, and into his dreams. Then on the night of his fifth, as he finished. He was confronted, by a man clad in black and crimson armor, wearing the mask of a Mantis. He two sheathed blades with wicked hilts, wrapped it what he’d later find to be the belly skin of a gold dragon. This is when his true oppurtunity presented itself, and he was invited to join the ranks of the Crimson Assassins.(Or Red Mantis Assassins.)