Capital of Ellion
Rock Gnome Rogue Arcane Trickster
Race: Rock Gnome
Weight: 40 lbs
Eye color: Green
Hair Color: Charcoal, streaks of white
Skin Color: Tanned
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Hometown: Lower Rutherglen
I grew up in the gutters of the poorest part of Rutherglen, an over-populated lake town as old as it is filthy (which is to say very). It’s located on the northern point of a peninsula that juts into Lake Symyria. The town is split into two very distinct sections. The half nearest the water is populated by the lower class. Dock workers, manual laborers, fishermen, beggars, and urchins call this part of the city, home. The upper portion of the city is walled off from the rest and is inhabited by merchants, mercenaries, blacksmiths, doctors, and other wealthy individuals. The leader of the town, Brackum Riste, is well respected by the inhabitants of Upper Rutherglen. He is a fair ruler, if not particularly wise. The lower class has little opinion on him, as he generally leaves them to their own devices.
The rich seldom venture into Lower Rutherglen, with good reason, as they would likely be robbed by the first person who caught a glimpse of their clean face and hands. Lower Rutherglen is governed by its own self-appointed ruler, Rym Nickelwulf. Rym was once no more than a common criminal. He was known for his ruthlessness in combat and his disregard for life. At the time, crime was at an all-time high. The general populous was afraid to leave their homes due to the bands of criminals that roamed the streets looking for easy targets. Eventually Rym decided to expand his horizons and struck a deal with Brackum Riste to reduce crime in Lower Rutherglen in return for free reign to do as he pleased. Rym spent the next few years murdering or recruiting the strongest members of the competing gangs in Lower Rutherglen. His gang of thugs now enforces his rules.
My mother died shortly after I was born. My father died in an accident on the docks when I was 8 years old. With no other living relatives I spent the following years sleeping on rooftops and in alleys. It was around that time that I met Morsara. Also an orphan, she was a few years younger than me, but sharp and ruthless even at such a young age. We became fast friends and partners in crime. As we grew we became more and more bold. We learned to steer clear of Rym’s thugs and managed to eke a meager living by picking pockets and breaking into unoccupied houses. When I was 17 we broke into a home and found a strong lockbox. Upon picking the lock, we discovered a small amount of gold and a couple books on magic. I barely noticed the gold; I was enthralled by the ornate books. I spent many a sleepless night on a rooftop reading by moonlight. Morsara teased me, calling me insulting names like “bookworm” but I proved to her that magic could be useful when I successfully picked a noble’s pocket with a spectral hand several years later.
Eventually, the few silver pieces we could scrounge in Lower Rutherglen and the low risk jobs we pulled were not enough for Morsara. She craved the adrenalin rush she used to get picking pockets. Against my better judgement, we began venturing into Upper Rutherglen. I was 23, and she was 20 at the time. She had grown into an attractive young woman and with little work, could fit in pretty well to the upper class crowds. I learned a spell which allowed me to convincingly disguise myself as a dwarf merchant. We picked so many pockets in the marketplace that we soon had more money than we knew what to do with. Morsara was happy but I wanted more. I convinced Morsara to help me break into the home of a well-known wizard named Yenros, in search of books and magical items. Under cover of night, I climbed the wall to the 2nd story balcony, with Morsara near behind. Stepping over the threshold into the darkened room I was suddenly struck with a blinding light and pinned in place. The wizard stepped from the corner of the room and laughed. I cast a simple message spell directed at Morsara to run. He tied me up, gagged me, and searched my thoughts (he learned about Morsara’s part in the attempted burglary) before bringing me before Brackum Riste.
I was sentenced to 5 years in Upper Rutherglen’s prison. Morsara came to visit me that night and I told her that she was wanted for the crime as well. I told her to leave Rutherglen. She was reluctant but agreed in the end that it was the best course of action for her. There was no need for her to risk incarceration. She left the city soon thereafter.
I spent the next 2 and a half years in that prison. Over that time I befriended a fellow rock gnome named Dimble when he came to speak to a Tiefling who was also imprisoned there. The gnome was a budding wizard about a decade older than myself. His knowledge was vast and I learned much from him and the books he brought me to read. As my knowledge grew, so did my restlessness. I decided to escape and try to find Morsara.
Dimble taught me a spell that would allow me to enchant a guard and get him to unlock my cell. I needed a couple components for the spell, however, so I convinced a guard that I needed them for a growth spell (all of the other inmates made fun of me for my height). Since he was also below average height and was struggling to find a girlfriend, he agreed to bring my ingredients in exchange for casting the spell on him as well. The next week he brought me a forked adder’s tongue and a small glass vial of sweet oil. I cast the spell on him as he requested. Little did he know that it was actually a spell of suggestion. I asked him politely to unlock my cell and return to his home for the day. He obliged and I took a breath of fresh air for the first time in almost 3 years.
I picked a few pockets before leaving the city and left a bag of 50gp in the guard’s room with a note apologizing for my dishonesty. Dimble, who was looking for a reason to get out of Rutherglen and learn more about magic, met me outside the city and we left to search for Morsara. After many months of travel I spoke to a caravan worker who had been seduced by a beautiful half-elf girl. He spoke longingly of her long dark hair and blazing blue eyes but confessed that he had been tricked by her. She had stolen a large number of expensive items from his employer’s caravan and left without saying goodbye. I continued to follow her trail until I finally heard word of a female half-elf who had taken up residence with an orc tribe. I knew there was not another half-elf in all of Ellion crazy enough to do such a thing.
I finally arrived at the orc camp near Ferrheim. Under cover of night I stealthily searched the camp until I found her tent. She was overjoyed to see me and demanded I tell her everything that happened since we split up. We spent the whole night catching up and sharing stories from our adventures apart from each other. She explained the situations with Ingmorn and the red dragon. She also told me that her thrill seeking was over, that she could find plenty of excitement here with the orcs and her friend Kothim. She gave me some money and provisions and told me to find a dwarf paladin named Thorik, that he could use my help in his quest.