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I am Devin Thickbrows. A dwarf rogue exiled from Kaladim for his unscrupulous theft of cheese and beer. Also that one time he stole from the kings coffers.
Freeport seemed more in line with the lifestyle he was looking for. Also it was the first place the dwarves would let him board to on threat of death to exit the butcherblock mountains.
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Wecome Devin Thickbrows! To Freeport!
First of all thanks for playing, before we get started let's get your character sheet started.
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[Name:] Devin Thickbrows
Dwarf/Rogue
HP: 5
[Stats:]
Str 5
Dex 5
Wis 4
Int 3
EXP: 0
Weapon: Tarnished Pronged Table Knife (1DMG)
Inventory: Smuggled Tattered Tabard, a Karren Doll with etchings on it, Moldy Cheese & Thick milk.
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Chapter 1: Devin Thickbrows
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You step off the ship onto the docks of Freeport. A gruff man in leather armor approaches, sweat beading on his brow. "You! Fresh off the boat, eh? Listen, I need a hand with something. Just a small delivery to a merchant." He hands you a package wrapped in brown cloth, eyes darting nervously around. "The Black Gull Tavern. Don’t open it. Don’t talk to anyone."
Behind you, a hushed voice whispers, "Stay away from him... he’s mixed up in things you don’t want part of."
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"Hmm, bugger off you busy body" Devin mumbles to the hushed voice behind him. He slinks off into the shadows of a nearby tavern alley. "What have we here?" He wonders silently, and slips his dagger along the envelopes seal. Anyone fool enough to trust Devin was fool enough to have his letter read.
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Devin slides into the shadows, his eyes flicking over the dimly lit surroundings before settling back on the envelope in his hands. His fingers tremble with a mix of curiosity and greed, tracing the edges of the seal like a predator toying with its prey.
He whispers to himself, "What secrets do you hold, eh? Let’s see what these fools are hiding." Slowly, carefully, he slips his dagger under the seal and peels it open. Inside, strange markings swirl across the page, almost dancing in the flickering shadows of the alley.
The name "Old Kirran" jumps out at him, sparking recognition.
Devin grins, oblivious to the sound of approaching footsteps behind him...
What do you do?!