Jangadar the Master of Stealth

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Chapter 1

Jangadar is a selfish, greedy, disloyal, manipulative miscreant. And he
fancies himself quite the snappy dresser! Ever the petty thug, his chief
goals in life are to increase his stature within the guild and acquire
material wealth. Though, he also enjoys knocking down a peg those he
dislikes, or whom he perceives to disapprove of him, his underlings,
his character, general life philosophy, or anything else against which
one could take offense. Jangadar has no qualms whatsoever about
breaking the law or betraying anyone and anything, however, he also
possesses an extraordinarily strong sense of self-preservation. As such,
he's not likely to undertake unnecessarily risky endeavors that have a
high (or even moderate) likelihood of bringing about his demise. While
high (or even moderate) chance of resulting in his demise. While he
retains a strong sense of internal pride (read: vanity), he's not averse
to debasing himself in order to reach his goals.

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Chapter 2

Jangadar was born on the seedy side of Galadon, to parents who were rarely
around, and not particularly involved in his life even when they were. Since
could not afford to send him to school or hire a tutor, he spent much of his
time on the street, gradually becoming accustomed to the criminal life he
now embraces. Conscripted into the local gang, Jangadar learned some
lessons early on. For instance, he learned that it's usually more expedient
to steal something than it is to buy it. He learned that only ways to earn
respect are through power and manipulation. And, he learned that he was
quite adept at both.

His ascendance to the leadership of this little band of miscreants was not
meteoric, but it was quick, and it was definitive. With the skill of a
diplomat he ingratiated himself to the former leader, earning his trust
(insofar as he trusted anyone) time and time again. Then, when the moment
was ripe, one slice across the neck was all it took to take the position
for his own. And rule he did. Under his guidance, the rag-tag bunch of
street urchins became more efficient (and quite a bit more vicious) than
they had ever been before. So much so, that they began to draw the curious
attention of the Galadon thieve's guild. That's when the trouble started.

It was a routine con; one he'd pulled more times than he could count, and
one with which he and his accomplice were both intimately familiar. It
came as no small surprise to Jangadar, then, when everything went so
absolutely wonky. The merchant happened to notice the knife in his belt,
the city guards happened by at exactly the wrong time, his partner, whose
job it was to produce for the merchant a simple piece of fruit, drew the
object from his shirt only to have it crumble before his eyes, an obvious
fake. So it was, then, that Jangadar found himself fleeing for his life
down a random alley, the city guard close on his heels ... when everything
went black.

When he awoke, the first thing he noticed was the splitting pain in his
head. The second thing was the lifeless body of his accomplice, splayed
out before him on the floor. The third, to his dismay, were the ropes
bound impossibly tightly around his hands and feet. Then a voice spoke.
Though he could not see who was doing the speaking, it was clear that
the voice belonged to someone in charge, and who was responsible for both
the impossible events that led to his bothed con, as well as the unfortuante
corpse that now lay before him. The voice made a statement, then an offer.
"We don't enjoy competition. Join us, or not. Your partner here ...
he chose poorly." When put that way, what's a guy to do? Thus began
Jangadar's instruction in the Galadon thieve's guild.