Description
Black and greasy, with stringy hair and beady eyes, there is no doubt that
you're looking at a duergar, and not a particularly good looking one at that.
His clothing is mismatched and patched, his weapons are serviceable but lack
any shine or gleam. The smell coming off of him would rock a giant on his
heels. For all that he looks healthy enough, limbs sinewy and strong, muscle
clearly showing where hours of work, probably weapons practice from all the
various implements of death strapped to his body, have defined him.
It doesn't take you long to look him up and down and assure yourself that
Role
To start
Added Wed Apr 4 19:45:58 2007 at level 20:
Long ago when Phyligis was born, the world seemed a fine enough place. Sure, he
was born a duerg and the world of duergar isn't all roses and candy, but if you ARE a
duergar, then that's what your life is, so it doesn't seem all that bad. But even among
duergar there are better and worse, easier and harder, stronger and weaker. Phyligis was
very young when life decided to kick him in the arse. His father was a miner and part-time
guard of the slaves in aran'gird. But one day his so-called friends among the guards set
him up, and thieves came and banged him in the head, cleaned him out and left him
for dead. Then, not a year later, several miners pushed his father down a shaft, killing
him and leaving Phyligis alone. He has no trust for anyone. He prizes getting
things and riches so he need never have to rely on anyone, ever. He has no particular hate
of mages or treehuggers or lawmen or anyone, he will stab any one of them in the back if
he will be better off by it. By the same token, he doesn't necessarily see the need, and
doesn't have the desire, to just kill and kill and kill. Though he does like it.
But people keep coming up and attacking him, so he kills them. And takes what he wants,
and then takes more to sell for good gold.
Thieves
Added Sun Apr 8 20:00:33 2007 at level 24:
Phyligis has come to hate thieves. Hates that they try to hide from people. Hates
that they steal his precious things. Hates that they put him to sleep and he is unable
to do anything about their taking things, until he wakes, and they are gone.
He has had good success killing them back now, and he enjoys it immensely. He is thinking
about making a career of being a mercenary, a thiefkiller, a hunter of thieves.
Maybe he has a future for that, taking pay from those who the thieves hide from, and killing
the thieves for them. They think they are cozy in their cities and roads, safe to
steal from anyone. Maybe no more!
Mercenary work
Added Tue Apr 10 18:27:03 2007 at level 25:
Waserax, the imperial high priest, contracted me to get an assassin. My first paid job.
I got what he wanted, though I did it my own way, and then told him what I wanted,
a couple of flails, and he went and got them for me. It was nice ordering someone big and
and famous around. I did my end of the bargain. And I got to harrass a hider about it. Not
a thief, an assassin it was, but still. Let's do this more.
Idiots
Added Sat Apr 14 20:58:27 2007 at level 30:
Try as I might to kill thieves and people like that, all sorts of idiots keep coming
up and trying me, and dying. Random people just come up and attack me. Today a villager
or villager wannabe, Mosem, talked trash, and then challenged me. He died easily, and then
complained about it. It's all well and good, and taking stuff from them to sell is good, but
it just seems damn strange. I figured it would be the idiot blue giants or paladins or dwarfs
or elfs, but we're talking black giants and cloud giants and who knows what. Well, as long
as they have coin for me to take and some nice things to sell, it's all fine. Just better
not get in my way when I take down the thiefin bastards.