House Darhukas will have its good name restored
Proficiency Bonus: +4
|Sleight of Hand||+8|
Languages: Common, Thieves’ cant, Elvish, Draconic, Undercommon
Weapon Proficiency: Simple, Unarmed strike, Long sword, Rapier, Short sword, Hand crossbow
Armor Proficiency: Light
The slander must stop.
No royal house has bled more than House Darhukas in the wake of Gaolia’s fall. As if it were not enough to see our proud house laid low by bullying Ascuboss, we must now suffer accusations of inciting the Drow to sack the fair city.
Darhukas is blameless. The proof lies within the ruins of Gaolia, and the house has sent me to recover it. This is what I do. This is what I was made for.
Sharp blades and a sharper tongue have elevated me from insignificance to a position of respect within House Darhukas. The house’s power brokers recognize and respect my ability to plan and execute under the most pressure-filled conditions. Now they turn to me to aid them in their hour of need, and I will not disappoint.
True, I am nothing special to look at. A half-breed mocked by humans and elves alike, I learned to cling to the periphery where no one will notice me. In the city, I blend into the crowds, faceless yet always watching. In the wild, I am a passing shadow in the moonlight … a shadow with a steel bite.
Our sins follow each of us, though, and even I cannot hide from them. Love spurred me to great foolishness in my youth—foolishness that ended in tragedy. Now my fair love lies dead. The innocent man blamed for her murder broods in his cell and plots vengeance against me. Let him come. Innocence is a weakness I cast off long ago.