Pain? Fear? Good? Evil? No. There is only the job.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Background: Bounty Hunter
Prof. Bonus: +4
Max HP: 84
Current HP: 84
|Sleight of Hand||+2|
Proficiencies: Light Armor, Medium Armor, Shield, Simple Weapons, Martial Weapons, Thieves’ Tools
Feats: Alert, Crossbow Expert, Sharpshooter
Background features City Secrets
Class features: Favored Enemies: Fiends, Undead., Natural Explorer: Forest, grasslands, mountain., Primeval Awareness, Land’s Stride, Hide in plain sight, Colossus Slayer, Steel Will, Volley
Equipment: Heavy Crossbow, Hand Crossbow (2), Manacles, Net (2), Handaxe of Warning, Dagger (10), Goggles of Night, Golden Lions (2), Crowbar, Thieves’ Tools, Bedroll, Tinderbox, Bag of Caltrops (5), Chalk (10), Mithral Half-Plate, Potion of Climbing, Potion of Firebreathing, Amulet of Proof Against Detection and Location, Lightning Spear (given to me by Hunger Loans), Questari Favor (Not exactly an item, but…)
Spells: Goodberry, Hunter’s Mark, Cordon of Arrows, Locate Objects, Find Traps
Let me tell you a little tale about a man named Veritas. That wasn’t his real name of course, but that was what the people called him. The nobility called him something else, as even the most foolhardy nobleman knows that names have power. They called him the Havak Crier.
One morning, the people of the city awoke to the sound of a loud, clear voice that seemed to come from everywhere at once. It was talking about crimes done by a particular minor nobleman, who I won’t name. It didn’t last very long, but the common people were enamored by this man’s voice. Even the nobles got a laugh out of hearing it, at their fellow’s expense.
But then, the next morning, it happened again, with a different noble. And again the next day. The nobles began to get worried. How did this Crier know so much? Investigations were held. It was discovered that the voice was coming from a number of Magic Mouths all over the city. Not ordinary Magic Mouths – these just said their message and then dissipated. Magic users were sent to try to get rid of them, but they just kept showing up. Veritas proved to be more clever then those sent after him. Until they sent me.
I was hired by a high-ranking member of House Darhukas. It would be indiscrete of me to tell you his name, but you would recognize it if I did tell you. He paid me a rather tidy sum to bring him the Crier, dead or alive. I found him. It wasn’t hard. After all, I did grow up in the city.
And so, a man called Hunter and a man called Truth met in a room. He was quite amiable and a charming conversationalist. He called me a “Seeker of Truth” and talked about how much he loved the people of this city. I told him that I was bringing him in, dead or alive. He told me that he wouldn’t be taken alive. I could tell by his tone that there was no arguing with him, so I gave him a quick death at the end of a crossbow. The man who hired me was pleased. The people, less so. To this day, I still hear people of the lower class angrily mutter “Truth-slayer” under their breath as I pass by.