Hello, everyone. My name is Thomkin Ballyforth III, owner of the Traveler's Rest Inn. Perhaps you've heard of me. Good lord, why do you all look so surprised? Didn't Erica tell you I was coming? Oh, I see. You thought that I was a figment out of someone's imagination. That shows how much you know.
What am I doing here, you ask. Well, a certain someone is apparently too lazy to do her job properly this month, and I've been transported here, quite against my will I assure you, to take her place. What's the matter, Erica dear, out of bright ideas again? Bless your pointed little head, you never were too bright.
And now, if Little Miss Useless will be so kind as to get me a pint of ale, I'll get started. And don't let me catch you trying to poison it again either, you ungrateful wretch. You need me, and you know it. Ah, there's a good lass. (Sip...Sip...GUZZLE) I'll have the same again, if you please. And keep them coming!!! (Snap!)
Alright, let's begin. I'm here today to introduce my good friend and newest poker pal, Angelique Dupont. A more gentle a lass you'll never find. If anyone would have told me that I would encounter an honest gambler in my lifetime, I would have laughed in their face. Nevertheless, Angel is one of the most trustworthy people I've ever met. And believe me, I can spot a liar or a cheat from twenty paces.
I suppose it's only smart to play it straight when you're in her position, now that I think about it. She makes her living off of the cards, you see. I think her family used to have tons of money, but it's all gone now, she tells me. I don't doubt it, either. She has that noble bearing that only someone whose grew up rich would have, if you know what I mean. She won't ever talk about how her family fell from grace, though, not even when she's drunk. That's a shame, too. There's nothing like a good sob story.
One thing she will tell me is that she has dreams of opening her own gambling establishment one day, if she can get the money together. Sounds lovely, I told her, as long as she establishes it in some other town. Not that I'm afraid of a little competition, mind you, but in my business you can't be too careful.
There's only one little drawback to her little plan that I can see. She has the most horrid reputation, quite unfounded I assure you. Oh, she's the salt of the earth, and she'd do anything for a friend. I myself can attest to that. However, everyone still seems to doubt her motives. Well, you can't really blame them, can you? Imagine--an ethical rogue. And then, of course, there was that duel. She had to defend her honor, you see, since she actually has one to defend.
And I must say, a better swordswoman you will never see. She was not really a fighter, though. Fencing is just a hobby of hers. Not that it matters much to the poor bloke she sliced to ribbons. I'm afraid she's not going to be able to stay in this town much longer. I'll miss her, and her money.
Angelique DuPont
Neutral Good, 1st level Swashbuckler Thief
Human Female,19 years old
5'2", 115 lbs.
Str 11 Con 16 THAC0 20 Wis 12 Dex 18 Hp 8 Int 17 Cha 12 AC 4
Weapon Proficiencies: Sabre (weapon of choice), Main Gauche, Long Bow
Non-Weapon Proficiencies: Alertness, Etiquette, Gaming, Jumping, Read and Write Common, Riding (land-based), Tumbling, Tightrope Walking
Languages: Common
Thieving Skills:
Pick Pockets- 35% Open Locks- 35% F/R Traps- 20% Move Silently- 30% Hide/Shadows- 25% Detect Noise- 25% Climb Walls- 60% Read Lang- 0%
Equipment:
Leather Armor, Sabre, Main Gauche, tunic, breeches, belt, scabbard, riding boots, backpack, two small belt pouches, water skin, iron rations, perfumes, writing ink and quill, five pieces of parchment, personal seal, wax, scroll case, soap, small mirror, flint and steel, hooded lantern, flask of oil, grappling hook and 50' silk rope, dice, deck of cards
(c) 1997 by Erica Woollums