Sorry for the super sporadic posting. Still in the process of moving and everything. I am giving updates on my Mastodon and [email protected] if anyone is interested but there’s really no reason to be.
Hope everyone has a fantastic Friday. Live long and prosper, you glorious bastards.
My rogues always come from normal households. They’re either assholes, kleptos, or Robin Hoods.
My name is Frank Smithly, Lvl 20 Rogue. My story? Heh, kid, it’s not your average tale…
You see, my parents? They lived throughout my whole childhood. To this day, in fact. My mother even packed my lunch this morning. I was raised in a loving home, supported in all that I did by good, hard-working folks who wanted me to succeed. I was given every opportunity for success, and I’ve quite clearly taken them!
It was the worst! Growing up without even a single minor tragedy to give fuel to the dark pain deep within me. No dead close relatives, no parental abuse, not even s schoolyard bully! The complete and total lack of childhood adversity left me a scarred and broken man, so I turned to this life of crime…
Same, mines Robinhood. Steal from the rich and reverse pickpocket coin into npcs.