Entry Date: Month of Blossoming Vines, 12th Day – Eldertide Calendar
As the Manor’s gates creaked open in the early morning light, a small yet sprightly figure stepped through, her eyes scanning the surroundings with a mix of curiosity and caution. “Well, what do we have here?” I mused aloud, my tone dripping with the usual blend of intrigue and skepticism. “State your name and purpose, if you please.”
With a sly grin and a confident tilt of her head, she responded, “Name’s Evelyn Swiftfoot, traveler and seeker of fortunes untold. I’ve come with questions only Old Nan can answer, and perhaps to find a bit of adventure along the way.” Her hand rested near a hidden pocket, betraying a rogue’s instinctive caution.
“And how did a halfling such as yourself come to learn of our esteemed Manor?” I prodded, already anticipating a tale woven with secrets and whispers.
She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper, “Guided by the stars and the song of the night, my path led me here.” A cryptic answer, but it sufficed as her entry into our world of mysteries.
Nodding, I gestured towards the hearth where the Whispering Teapot sat, ready to unveil the story hidden beneath Evelyn’s roguish exterior. “Very well, Evelyn.” I whispered to myself, “Take a seat, and let’s uncover the tale you carry with you.”
Logbook Entry: Evelyn Swiftfoot – A Halfling on a Quest
Race: Halfling
Observations: Petite in stature, yet her presence is anything but small. Agile and light on her feet, she embodies the nimble nature of her kin.
Class: Rogue (Unveiled by Observation)
Evidence of Roguery: A stolen glance at the Manor’s valuables, a subtle check for traps at the entrance, and a certain fluidity in her movements all point to her roguish inclinations. Not to mention, I caught her pocketing a shiny trinket from the mantlepiece when she thought no one was looking.
Abilities:
- Dexterity: Remarkably agile, even for a halfling. Her quick reflexes and stealthy movements are a sight to behold.
- Charisma: Charming, with a knack for persuasion and deception. She’s already won over half the common room with her tales and jests.
- Intelligence: Sharp-witted and observant, though she plays it off with a carefree demeanor.
- Strength & Constitution: Let’s just say she won’t be winning any arm-wrestling contests. Better suited to avoiding hits than taking them.
Description:
Background: Evelyn was born in the lively halfling settlement of Greenfields, nestled in the rolling hills of the Western Heartlands. Her parents were well-loved local performers, known for their captivating storytelling and music, which often filled the evenings with laughter and song. Evelyn and her older brother, Finnian, grew up in this vibrant community, surrounded by tales of adventure and the promise of undiscovered treasures.
From a young age, Evelyn and Finnian were inseparable, often found exploring the countryside or devising elaborate games of hide-and-seek. Their favorite pastime was reenacting stories of legendary rogues and heroes, with Evelyn always playing the cunning rogue. As they grew older, their playful antics evolved into a knack for sleight of hand and mischievous pranks, much to the amusement (and sometimes chagrin) of their fellow villagers.
However, their carefree days came to an abrupt end when Finnian vanished without a trace during a trip to a nearby town. The disappearance left a void in Evelyn’s heart and a burning need for answers. Refusing to believe that her brother was gone forever, she vowed to find him, no matter what dangers lay ahead. Armed with her wits, her parents’ blessings, and a resolve as sturdy as any warrior’s, Evelyn set out on a journey that would take her far beyond the familiar fields of Greenfields, into the heart of Faerûn’s mysteries.
Personality: Quick-witted and resourceful, with a penchant for finding trouble and talking her way out of it. A free spirit, guided by her own moral compass, which tends to point towards gold and glory.
Alignment: Chaotic Good – A heart of gold, but a loose interpretation of the law.
Appearance: Stands about three feet tall, with auburn hair tied back in a practical ponytail. Her green eyes sparkle with mischief, and her attire is a mix of practical leather and pockets aplenty, perfect for a rogue’s tools and trinkets.
Equipment:
- A collection of five finely-crafted daggers, each with its own story.
- A shortbow, a recent addition to her arsenal, for when trouble is just out of reach.
- Her trusted thieves’ tools, companions in every heist and escape.
- The mysterious map that guides her quest, its secrets yet to be fully revealed.
Her Quest:
Evelyn’s visit to the Manor is driven by her search for a legendary artifact rumored to be the key to finding her lost brother. With Old Nan’s wisdom and the map’s guidance, she seeks to uncover its location and unlock its mysteries.
As I, Loman Muckbuckle, pen the tale of Evelyn Swiftfoot, I can’t help but feel a grudging respect for the young rogue. Her spirit, as light as her footsteps, carries a resolve as strong as any knight’s. Yet, for all her charm and skill, I can’t shake the feeling that trouble follows closely in her wake. “Watch your pockets and your secrets,” I remind myself, for in the world of rogues, nothing is ever as simple as it seems.
