Slide, level 3 Halfling, Rogue Build: Cutthroat Rogue Rogue Tactics: Brutal Scoundrel Rogue: Rogue Weapon Talent Background: Halfling – Banned (+2 to Stealth)
FINAL ABILITY SCORES Str 16, Con 11, Dex 19, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 10.
STARTING ABILITY SCORES Str 16, Con 11, Dex 17, Int 10, Wis 10, Cha 8.
AC: 17 Fort: 14 Reflex: 17 Will: 11 HP: 33 Surges: 6 Surge Value: 8
TRAINED SKILLS Stealth +12, Thievery +12, Streetwise +6, Perception +6, Acrobatics +12, Athletics +9
UNTRAINED SKILLS Arcana +1, Bluff +1, Diplomacy +1, Dungeoneering +1, Endurance +1, Heal +1, History +1, Insight +1, Intimidate +1, Nature +1, Religion +1
FEATS Level 1: Backstabber Level 2: Vigilante Justice Style
POWERS Rogue at-will 1: Clever Strike Rogue at-will 1: Riposte Strike Rogue encounter 1: Torturous Strike Rogue daily 1: Blinding Barrage Rogue utility 2: Fleeting Ghost Rogue encounter 3: Maneuvering Strike
It was in the Dominions’ city that Slide’s people have lived for as long as any can remember. The cast system of the Dominion left no room for the small and relatively weak Halflings. The result was that the small Halfling people were enslaved and managed like live stock. It was always said, “The Halflings make the best servants because you never see them unless you look down.”
It was only a few generations of raising and using the diminutive Halflings as slaves before the richest of the slavers designed into new housing construction special tunnels and hidden doors for the Halflings to use. The political value to these Dominion rulers of having “hidden” servants was no laughing matter and the entire city was caught up in the notion. Over the next several generations the number of houses using these hidden tunnels steadily grew. Those who couldn’t afford to have new houses built with the feature often armed the slaves themselves with pick and shovels to dig tunnels beneath existing homes. Even with the large number of cave-ins and such nearly all of the homes became equipped with these tunnels. The small people learned to make these tunnels to serve their masters. Before long the Halflings became experts at this craft since their lives depended up on it.
So it became expected that the diminutive workers would appear from tiny holes and hidden doorways doing the needed chore and disappearing from sight back through those same holes. It did not take long for these Halflings to realize that the nature of their work and hidden lives allowed them greater freedoms. Soon they began to dig tunnels of their own. They developed an extensive network of tunnels under the city with hidden entrances and exit both above ground and in the sewer system.
With their freedom increases however their populations grew as well. Less often were they killed out of hand and even less often did they starve as they had greater access to more and more food stuffs. Unless the masters became angry from dirty residences the populations could mostly do as they wished. However, from time to time these populations grew too large and put a strain on the food costs of some of the larger homes. Then it became necessary to slaughter the little bastards.
However, with the warrens of tunnels it was harder to do than expected. So dogs were trained and used to hunt out the little Halflings in the tunnels and kill them. With this new found problem the Halflings developed weapons and traps to kill the dogs. The escalations and back and forth continued until finally a commission was set forth by the city political powers. A commission that had two mandates. Reduce the populations but don’t get rid of the tunnels. The aristocracy could not bear to give up their hidden servants. They just needed them to behave better.
The commission developed several strategies including magical acid bombs, spells of killing gasses, etc. But all of these had inherent risks to the populations as mindless killing devices often do. However, one zelous and charged member came up on an idea. Why not get them to kill each other. At first they tried to bribe the Halflings by offering rewards for the hunts. But the Halflings were not overly moved by these offers and it was ineffective.
So in their desperation to gain control of their city back a group of slavers developed a hidden and secret plan. In 20 years they developed a strategy for dealing with the varmints. They created death squads to kill them. Special city funded training programs bred captured Halflings in secret using the young as a population for soldiers. They trained a small army of mindless killers. These diminutive Death Dealers were only seen rarely but the death toll amongst the Halflings was high when they came out.
It is rumored among the Halflings that the high towers of the city guard are where the Death Dealers live. But since the city guard doesn’t allow for any Halflings to enter any of the towers it cannot be confirmed.
So, except on the rare occasions the Death Dealers came out the Halflings were able to move about with some freedom along with complete freedom hidden passages. It is Freedom with only one exception, the criminal element of the town. The Thieves Guild didn’t take long to discover the value of Halflings in their ranks. The original inclusion was not a momentous occasion. The current leader of the guild at the time simply noted, “There isn’t anything going on in town that those little bastards don’t know about.” He then recruited a dozen spies from the Halflings.
And so it came to pass that the Thieves Guild gained a lot of influence amongst the slaves. Because the Death Dealers were an obvious threat that could sometimes be hidden from but the Thieves Guild could get you in your sleep the Halfling leadership couldn’t deny them. So thus it was the bribes paid to the thieves guild that has kept the Halflings from developing into any real power. But even thus the Halflings have developed their own hidden and secret society. They are ruled by family alliances and allegiances.
And so a stalemate exists between the guard and their Death Dealers, the Thieves Guild, and the secret ruling families of the Halflings.
But our story is not about so grand as the history of the guild or city but instead it’s the story of one lonely Halfling named Slide. You see Slides’s mother and father were relatively unlucky in the way of the Halflings. Their master was most watchful managing the slaves that lived in his house. He built his house with few tunnels and he kept the slaves in small cages each night. He kept diligent records of births and monitored their numbers closely. And if he found one of out of place he would beat them all. His discipline over his slaves was infamous throughout the town. However, amongst the rich he was seen as crass and a butcher. His manner with the slaves may have been effective but left little room for fantasies of compassion.
And so it was that when Slide’s mother became pregnant her and her husband conspired to hide the fact. Each night when the watchful warden came to investigate the mother would already be to bed and thus hidden beneath the small rags that served as blanket and sheet. She did her best to hide her condition and for one reason or another sometimes contrived and sometimes out of pure luck she was able to keep her secret.
Then as the time approached she held the birth until mid day when the master was resting as was his normal schedule. This was in spite of the fact that the baby wanted to be born during the night. How she held back the birth for twelve hours is unknown. And so Slide was born at noon well after a time when he wanted to be borm. His birth blanket was a rag from the kitchen of the master. However, since the master was unaware of him the boy could not be kept in the cages or even in the house. His family smuggled him out that first day.
Thus Slide spent his very first night in the world alone in a cold and dark tunnel. In the tunnel he was protected but alone non-the less. It was to be this way for the first two years of life. During the day people would pass by him and nod as they went on their way through the tunnels but at night he was alone. He only saw his mother and father for very short periods and then only when they could escape from their work. He learned to help when asked but always he felt separate. Often he would lay and silently cry with no one to see his tears run down his cheeks. \
As soon as Slide was able to walk he began to explore. Always staying hidden and keeping out of site. His fear of everything was palpable. He could only mutter when addressed by fellow Halflings and he could not even begin to think of speaking to anyone else. Somehow in the short time he had been alive he convinced himself that he was a mistake and was only here out of pity and accident. However, since he was not a slave he was in fact free to go where and when he wanted. This perhaps was the biggest curse of all. Free to go where he wanted and do what he wanted but with no one to do it with.
Before long he learned to hide and shift through the city. Slowly for several years he explored the tunnels of the Halflings. As each year passed his range became wider and wider. He learned to sneak pockets and hide from the Thieves Guild.
It was about the age of 8 that his parents were both killed when a huge stew pot they carried tipped and covered them in the boiling stew. The loss of his family panged him but at a level far below his conscious. In his mind he simply noted it as a passing event. His struggle to survive on the streets was all that mattered to him.
As the years passed, Slide learned the ways of the city. His knowledge of the city and small size made him an excellent spy and so the thieves’ guild recruited him. Having no way of saying no and no desire to anger them he signed up quickly. Once a member of the guild however, he found his calling. He took to the guild’s training like white on rice.
With his skills it was not long before he often served on raiding parties. However, he always took on a minor supporting role in the raids and he never quarreled with any other guild member no matter the cost to his purse or standing. And as such he was looked down upon. But over the years he continued to improve. It was several years before he was brave enough to actually engage in a fight and even then it was by chance that it happened.
On a raid he found himself in his normal position of rear watch. Keeping well behind the main group he was first to spot a tail to his compatriots. The tracker was between him and the main group of thieves. Giving his normal signal of warning the main party turned back. A fight ensued and the man tracking them tried to flee only he found himself facing Slide. With a shift and slip Slide’s dagger bit deep and brought the wounded fellow down with a small thud.
At that moment Slide felt a small glow of pride and realized in no small part that he was capable of at least one thing, “A blade in the back.” For the next several years he spent nearly all of his time training with sword, dagger, and shuriken.
In the remaining formative years Slide learned to be resourceful, always relying on himself for everything. It was a hard life and Slide knew he was only one step from death. While his rank with the other thieves didn’t go up much he was often picked to accompany raiding parties. Normally this was done with a comment, “Oh I suppose we have to bring Slide along.”
However, over time he learned to find the items others missed. He learned ways of moving and casting shadows that threw foes off. He discovered tricks of his trade that kept him more than alive.
As he approached eighteen he was finally given some recognition by the guild leadership. They wanted him to expand his work. They wanted him to work with others outside the guild and extend the reach of the guild. Their purpose was clear their mission clear. He was to attach himself to a wizard or other up and coming magician and to serve as servant and protector. In this role he would access to information the wizard gained. With this mission a target was identified and he traveled to where the magician lived and made himself available to him and his colleges. Here is where we find him today. His claim a muttered, I only wish to serve, will you accept my humble servitude?