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The Glassfang Syndicate
Characters
The Glassfang Syndicate
Dungeons & Dragons 5e
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Level
4
Experience
18 XP
Gold:
249.3
Syndicate Tokens:
1
Expendable DTP:
8
Lifestyle purchasing token:
1
Bank:
1
Starting Class:
Paladin (2024)
Race/Species:
Goblin
Background:
Criminal
Background Variant / Flavor (if applicable):
Spy
Soul Directive:
If you hock my belongings, just don't leave too much on the haggling table.
Dark Vision:
60 ft
Place of origin :
Orrukkrang Hurz (Enclave of Chieftan Orruk)
Age:
22
Pronouns:
He/Him
(IC) Why did you join The Glassfang Syndicate?:
Clerics of Merchantsfriend and mercenaries should not be so strange of bedfellows. So long as coin is to be made in evenhanded trades of skill, Our Lady of Gold will reward those who see the flow of commerce brim over into even the most empty of cups.
Completed:
5
Most recent:
1 month ago
Appearance:
Ochre-green skin, no hair to speak of. Ears that jut out and back when relaxed and inattentive, marred with several notches and mixed silver and gold hoops.
Hands and feet scarred and graded near an inky black towards their extremities, an inadvertent tattooing from years of digging and scraping for tar.
A gold fang gleams from the left corner of the sort of smile that offers a strong argument for a gray area between earnest and crooked.
Background:
A runt and a Pariah. That's how this one's life began. At the bottom rung of the lowest ladder in goblin society, he didn't even have a name until it became obvious he was the smallest of that season's litters. Runt. A name that proved true as he was outgrown by litters born several seasons after. Runt. Passed over for assignments from Lasher's until they realized he wasn't gonna grow any taller. Runt. Given a bucket half his size, put to use hauling hand-raked pitch from tar flats to barrel carts and sent back for more.
Runt Bogrut. A surname granted by his occupation, waist-deep in silt and run-off where others would be up to their knees, spattered frequently and often intentionally by taller goblins stamping past. He spent most nights with burning eyes as a matter of course; not every splash could be successfully guarded, particularly when delivered as a swiftly-thrown wad of mud. Scratching, scraping, and rubbing around his eyes and eyelids only provided a temporary relief from the irritation. And at a cost when applied too coarsely, or too often. The swelling and blistering after many seasons of labor would eventually land him an unshakeable name.
Roteye. The Bogrut, now with a given name earned through toiling and hardship, had earned a sort of respect that may seem odd to those outside of the warrens. A runt who took his licks and carried his own where others would've been kicked off toward the pens to be worg feeders or worse, worg feed. He had a tenacity that would earn him special consideration when the tribe merged with a band of hobgoblins on the march. A conscription that would ultimately serve him as the first step from the warren of his birth and onto something much greater.
| Item | Qty | Type | Sell Value |
|---|---|---|---|
Armor of Gleaming Armor; Generic Variant, Common | 1 | — | |
Blue Flame Torch - Trinket An odd torch that produces a blue flame yet seemingly no heat or light. At least it never goes out. | 1 | — | |
Glowing Rose - Trinket A rose that, when placed in a bouquet with exactly 5 other flowers, glows brightly, and seems to move. | 1 | — | |
Ink Ink comes in a 1-ounce bottle, which provides enough ink to write about 500 pages. | 1 | 5 Gold | |
Moon Shaped Silver Spoon Rest - Trinket A silver spoon rest shaped like a crescent moon. (no value) | 1 | — | |
Moon-Touched Sword Weapon; Generic Variant, Common | 1 | — | |
Narrative reward - Defenders of Parnast You have helped forge a treaty between the city of Parnast and the Ettin Gralm. Citizens will buy you a drink or meal and many toast to your name. | 1 | — | |
Narrative reward; dtp activity - Satyr training Prince Thornacious has heard more of your great deeds through his servant Blassios. The latter invites you to come on a “vision quest” with him in the Forgotten Forest. If you do, you may spend/expend 40 dtp to engage in revelry and seeking out your inner self. Once, if you fail a saving throw against poison, you may call upon your fey teachings to succeed on the saving throw, instead. | 1 | — | |
Potion of Healing | 2 | Consumable | — |
Potion of Healing (Greater) Potion, Uncommon | 1 | Consumable | — |
Quarterstaff Versatile (1d8) | 1 | 0.1 Gold | |
Rations (1 day) Dry foods suitable for extended travel, including jerky, dried fruit, hardtack | 10 | Consumable | 0.25 Gold |
