Cybertrol D&D 2016
Mike's Wood Elf Thief
Rapier: 1d8 +5 piercing
Short bow: 1d6 +5 piercing
dagger 1d4 +5 piercing
Long sword, Short sword, Long bow, Short bow, simple weapons, hand crossbows, rapiers, light armor, thieves’ tools, herbalism kit
Features and Traits
Darkvision (60 feet)
Mask of the Wild
Common, Elvish, Giant (tongue, but not reading or writing), Thieves’ cant
Rapier, Short bow, dagger, quiver and 19 arrows, burglar’s pack, leather armor, thieves’ tools, staff, hunting trap, animal trophy, traveler’s clothes
Copper pieces: 37
Silver pieces: 15
Gold pieces: 10
5’ 5" (medium)
I remember little of my early childhood, when I lived with my family in a small Elvish community in the forests. I only know that we were happy and free under the shade of the trees. I remember that I was schooled in art and language.
While I was still quite young, our home was invaded. The forest was razed and burned. I was scared and I ran away from the sounds of fighting, and then relentless fire drove me further away. By the time I could venture back there was nothing left. I never saw any of my family or friends again. I wandered far deeper in to the forest and walked until I was exhausted. I found a place to sleep in the branches and woke up early the next day. The next day I walked, stopping only a few times to forage. I did the same the next day, and several more.
Late one morning I suddenly found myself blinded by sunlight and standing in a field, something I’d only heard of before. I hesitated, looking back at the trees. The forest was familiar and safe, and I knew it would be a risk to leave it. On the plains I would have to travel quickly and would struggle to find food and safe places to sleep. I looked back at the trees again. It seemed like the forest was saying “Don’t be stupid. You are a Wood Elf. Out there you are a fish without water, a bird without a nest.” I have a thousand reasons now to explain why I kept walking, but in truth I didn’t think about it much. While my brain agonized over no particular pro or con, my feet started and kept walking.
It was, in fact, harder to forage on the plains. I grew slowly more desperate for food. At nightfall I came across a traveler’s camp on a wide dirt road. I could have asked for help but the thought never crossed my mind, I was not ready to deal with anyone. I waited until it was very dark and quietly snuck through the camp, finding the food stock and piling random morsels high on a loose piece of cloth. Then their dogs started barking and instantly the entire camp was chaos. I pulled the cloth into a makeshift bag and took off. I ran and ran and the sound of confusion grew quieter. It seems they declined to pursue me, most likely because they found I was not after their valuables. I devoured my spoils and then slept in a patch of tall grass.
The next day I followed the road and eventually came to a city. I walked through, and saw people sitting outside enjoying hot meals, a bard playing music for a group of giggling teenage girls, a shopkeeper peddling the latest books and poetry, and a variety of other things. No one so much as looked at me. I decided that I was going to stay for a while, however I quickly realized that I would be in trouble soon because I had no money, no employable skills, and no experience in city life. I needed a plan fast.
I looked around a busy city square, and saw beggars. I briefly thought of joining them, but the sight of them and the way they harassed passersby repulsed me. I am an Elf and will not sell my dignity for copper. I kept looking around, and realized I had found the poorer side of town. I saw two people in particular that looked rather suspicious, human boys around 12 or 13 maybe. They were standing partially obscured by a shop display, obviously watching a merchant converse with a lady who had a mule loaded with goods. With all the difficulty of a leisurely stroll to Sunday brunch, I moved up behind the kids to eavesdrop.
“The money’s about to change hands. You ready to go?”
Blatant theft, and they didn’t even look hungry. I could have done anything to stop them. Tap one on the shoulder, go talk to the traders, or just slap the mule on the ass. But I didn’t. I wanted to see what would happen, so I watched it all go down. Just as soon as the bag of coins was in the man’s hand, there was sand in his eyes. Both the boys ran up to him, one snatching the bag, and they ran off splitting up. The merchant took off after them while the lady tried to calm her spooked beast. During the commotion I walked up behind the mule calmly and hefted a rather large bag from its side. I turned and walked, praying that no one noticed, and cursing myself for acting so impulsively. As far as I could tell, no one was following me. I walked a few blocks and turned a corner, then stopped to inspect my treasure. I opened the bag to find about five gallons of… green beans.
Later I ran into those boys again, quietly following them until I saw their older associates. I watched and learned and copied their techniques so I could keep food in my belly. One day I got careless and they caught me, and while holding me up by the neck of my shirt, took turn gut punching me while asking questions that I was increasingly inclined to answer. After finding out that I’d been secretly shadowing them for a month, they asked if I wanted to join their club. That began my long career of petty theft and simple scams as a junior member of the town’s thieves’ guild.
To keep the heat down we did some legal work as well, and over time I picked up the skills and proficiencies I have now. I lived in the town for about five years. One day the city guard picked up a few of my closest associates, and I went into hiding to avoid them. I heard through the grapevine that they’d been sentenced to 18 months in jail for various offenses, some of which were real, some imagined. I decided it was time to try something new, so I moved to the next town and found the thieves’ guild there.
And so I went, from town to town, avoiding the law, barely in some cases. I’ve seen friends thrown in jail, beaten, raped, executed, and murdered. I’ve become very wary of making close friendships, and started leaving towns earlier and earlier, letting my wanderlust decide when I would go. I love to see the different cultures unique to each place. I’m an adult now and can only get away with the pettiest of scams; I’m just not as committed to thievery as some of the members of the guilds, who are willing to endure jail sentences of months at a time. Therefore I’ve started doing bounty and contract work that is much more in a gray area legally.
I recently met a halfie bard who’s headed to investigate a goblin-related disaster in a nearby town (“It won’t be so dangerous,” he says, “and it will make me the hero of my next songs.”) I only have to get along with the human, dwarf, and other friends he meets along the way. I don’t particularly like some of them, mostly because they obviously have an issue with me. However I’ve pulled of some pretty clever heists working with people I didn’t get along with, so I’m not worried about it.
I talk fast, move quietly, do something different every day, and get easily bored. I’m most motivated by wanderlust.
Life is like the seasons, a constant change and we all must change with it
I’ve seen every bond in my life broken. I don’t make them anymore.
I’m slow to trust others, and I’m quick to find myself in dangerous situations.