Role

Chapter 3

His first memories are of the various orphanages. All he knew as a child.
As age came upon him, he began to understand the world outside of the
orphanage and why he was there in the first place. A half-breed. Wanted by
none. Kicked out of several for running various scams on other children,
adults either working at the orphanages or living near them. As the years
passed, he began to refine his arts of aquirement. The only person that was
going to do anything for him was himself. He had thought he would end up in
the thieves guild, maybe one day run a guild. However, he lacked the nimble
hands of thievery. Oddly enough, his own skills lied in the divine. One
would serve as well as another.

Once he had secured his place within the shaman's guild the next step was to
find Lord Qaledus, conive his way into a bit of his own power, and from there
move to establishing a solid connection to those very guilds he initially
sought to join.If he could not find employ within their safehouses, then
they would serve him and the spoils would be endless.