Post by hubertbartels on Aug 24, 2018 15:07:11 GMT -5
Summer Rain
Hi, I’m called Summer Rain or just Summer. I’m a shifter – one of those folk that looks animal-like and when I shift, even more animal-like. Light on my feet and quick to react, I’m a Swiftstride Shifter. I’ve got light brown fur, tufted ears, golden cat eyes and a flattened nose.
I was born and raised in Callestan, in Lower Dura, part of the great city that is Sharn. The year was 983. I don’t know anything about my father except that he was a Brelish Ranger. He was deep in Cyre on the Day of Mourning - the day that he disappeared. My mother earned a meager income as a vermin hunter but most of that income went to feeding her growing dream lily addiction. After the loss of my father in mid-994, she slowly gave up on life.
Roscoe d’Jorasco found me in an alley behind a dream lily den, huddled over the discarded body of my mother. He was kind enough to snap me out of my tears, promised to take care of my mother’s body and saw that I had a place to go.
My only remaining relative is Whiskers, owner of the Crooked Cat tavern. After my mother passed on, he gave me a place to spread my blankets and the scraps from the kitchen. I guess he encouraged me to take up my interest in crime. He would send me to assist in Boromar jobs. First, as a lookout, then later to help break into houses and steal stuff. The Boromar halflings always told me that the people I was stealing from were bad people and they were just retrieving their things. I learned how to disable traps and watch for alarms.
The Boromar halflings have always demanded a cut of the stuff I retrieved but lately, they have made noises about joining their family. I don’t know if I want to become part of a larger organization so I’ve tried to put them off for now.
My best friend is a Warforged Juggernaut named ‘Headless’. He was heavily damaged in the War, losing most of his head, his right arm and some of his left leg. The foundries and forges down in the Cogs didn’t want him so he is forced to beg on the streets on Callestan. Headless speaks through a small speaker hanging from his neck and sees though a primitive sensor snapped to the remains of his head. He hopes to earn enough to pay House Cannith for repairs.
Headless taught me my letters and numbers. He is a great teacher, patient and calm. He disapproves of my career, saying that the Boromar halflings use up people before discarding them. Therefore, he gave me a viol and taught me how to play it. It was part of the spoils from Cyre – it even has a paper tag saying it was made in Metrol. He has high hopes for me. It sounds like too much work.