Sa'bak
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Sa'bak, bought up on the streets on Luskan by a group of theives. These Theives tight him to pickpocket, steal, mug and blackmial his "Cliants"
From then on he learned his skills and practuiced them when he could. He was not a natraly born theif and required much practice to get to a standered level. One normal night out he came across someone in a fancy robe and obviosly quite rich. As he walked past Sa'baks hand wondered into the mans pocket and his fingers clenched onto a heavy sack. The man spun around with a menacing look in his eyes.
"Oi you little Runt, What the hell do you think your doing?"
Sa'bak didnt replie but insted slipped a knife from a hidden compartment in his tunic and lunge it into the mans belly. As blodd stained hos robes he fell to the ground. Sa'bak not being bothered that he just murded someone carried onto trying to get the sack out of his pocket. He pulled the sack out and looked inside. About 500 gold coins where inside and curiosly enough a small book. He pocketed the gold but kept the book in his hand and read it as he traveled back to the hideout. The text was in a strange words that he didnt understand. He read the unfamiler langage outload, As a passer by walked past he finished reading the cantrip outload. The man instantly stood still. Sa'bak, noticing this walked up to him and looked at him. The man was dazed. Taking the opertuntity Sa'bak quickly rifled his pockets and ran. Once he got back to the hideout he quickly locked himself in his room. He looked at the book in amazment. It was a book of spells …
A year later, Sa'bak had gained a position of responseabilty in the Guild due to his magic powers. He had become the co-runner and organiser for the guild. His co-runner was a skilled thief called Ponterick and was not to be trusted.
One dark night Sa'bak was wondering the streets of Luskan when a figre jumed from an ally and wrapped a rope around sa'baks neck. Sa'bak stayed carm and under his robe weved a small spell that cast a flare onto the attacker. The mans lether armor set alight. from this he ran off into the night a burning wreck, Sa'bak pursued the attacker until he ran into a group of people around the agresser, the crowd contained Ponterick. He pointed at Sa'bak and Shouted
"He attcked one of us, GET HIM!"
Sa'bak fled but the theifs being faster and not being in robes caught him and beat him into an inch of his life. Leaving him bloddy and brused in the street they left him for the dogs. A wondering cleric saw the bloddy mess and helped Sa'bak by calling upon Tyr to heal him. As his wounds closed up Sa'bak drew a knife and stabbed the cleric in the back. He took all the preists belongings and feld the city.
After a year of scavenging the lands he came across a small camp inside the Reigons of Narfell. He looks about a small glint in his eyes .....
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Reviewed - XP Pending.
I'm in a good mood
Next time follow procedure and include your account and character name clearly, if only for completion's sake (and to make it easier for all of us).
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Its the same as my account name :twisted:
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Pretty cool story david :o, i suggest listing your login name somewhere…
