Post by Valen Storyteller on Feb 15, 2016 23:55:08 GMT
Race: Human
Class: Oracle 3/Rogue 4
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Faith: Valigan (Without his knowledge)
Denton was born a street-rat in Valen. At that time, the city did not have as vast a network of shanty-towns and tenements as it presently does, but every society must have its underbelly, and Valen’s was the home for a seemingly unremarkable child. Though quick to get involved with a pack of young cutpurses, Denton was not especially rebellious - in fact, he was not special at all, other than his way with words.
Caught involved with somewhat more serious offences by his teenage years, Denton had to flee the city to avoid the long arm of the law. Surprisingly, several of his companions followed him, refusing to let their friend go. This small group went from cheerful and liberated to miserable and desperate in short order, and were soon caught on the wrong side of a large bandit band’s attention. They had drawn the wrath of the wrong people by attempting petty theft in their territory, and this was going to be the end for them.
Only it wasn’t. Somehow, miraculously, Denton managed to escape his intended execution, and liberate all of his friends. Within a matter of days he returned to the bandit camp and thoroughly humiliated their leader, wresting control of the group through sheer force of personality and seemingly god-given prowess. He promised to the entire camp that he’d give them a better, easier, more fulfilling life. Less violence, more riches, and the support - not the fear - of the townsfolk of the region. He delivered on that promise.
Now known as the King of Thieves, Denton has absorbed nearly a dozen bands, forming a loose group of the outcasts and the unlawful. They operate a territory over fifty miles wide, are said to number in the thousands and make life hard for guardsmen, tax collectors and nobles in the entire region. The common folk love them: though outright donations to outlying towns are rare, the bands are firmly instructed to patronise all businesses and farmers in the region, and to tip generously. Many a town has made a turn for the best, recovering from dire straits because of Denton’s generosity. Some guardsmen, quite a few tax collectors and even one noble was killed since they became active, but the common people didn’t much care for those anyway.
The King of Thieves’ power base grew even further during and after the war with the undead. He defended several of the smaller outlying communities in his territory, earning their undying gratitude and a flood of volunteers for his band. Maybe he didn’t win as many battles as the armies from the big cities, nor did he gain great glories or defeat the mightiest lords of the undead, but he was the one keeping these people safe, and they’re not likely to forget that any time soon.
Class: Oracle 3/Rogue 4
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Faith: Valigan (Without his knowledge)
Denton was born a street-rat in Valen. At that time, the city did not have as vast a network of shanty-towns and tenements as it presently does, but every society must have its underbelly, and Valen’s was the home for a seemingly unremarkable child. Though quick to get involved with a pack of young cutpurses, Denton was not especially rebellious - in fact, he was not special at all, other than his way with words.
Caught involved with somewhat more serious offences by his teenage years, Denton had to flee the city to avoid the long arm of the law. Surprisingly, several of his companions followed him, refusing to let their friend go. This small group went from cheerful and liberated to miserable and desperate in short order, and were soon caught on the wrong side of a large bandit band’s attention. They had drawn the wrath of the wrong people by attempting petty theft in their territory, and this was going to be the end for them.
Only it wasn’t. Somehow, miraculously, Denton managed to escape his intended execution, and liberate all of his friends. Within a matter of days he returned to the bandit camp and thoroughly humiliated their leader, wresting control of the group through sheer force of personality and seemingly god-given prowess. He promised to the entire camp that he’d give them a better, easier, more fulfilling life. Less violence, more riches, and the support - not the fear - of the townsfolk of the region. He delivered on that promise.
Now known as the King of Thieves, Denton has absorbed nearly a dozen bands, forming a loose group of the outcasts and the unlawful. They operate a territory over fifty miles wide, are said to number in the thousands and make life hard for guardsmen, tax collectors and nobles in the entire region. The common folk love them: though outright donations to outlying towns are rare, the bands are firmly instructed to patronise all businesses and farmers in the region, and to tip generously. Many a town has made a turn for the best, recovering from dire straits because of Denton’s generosity. Some guardsmen, quite a few tax collectors and even one noble was killed since they became active, but the common people didn’t much care for those anyway.
The King of Thieves’ power base grew even further during and after the war with the undead. He defended several of the smaller outlying communities in his territory, earning their undying gratitude and a flood of volunteers for his band. Maybe he didn’t win as many battles as the armies from the big cities, nor did he gain great glories or defeat the mightiest lords of the undead, but he was the one keeping these people safe, and they’re not likely to forget that any time soon.