Thaltran the Hand of the Unseen, Bandit King of Hamsah Mu'tazz

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Chapter 5

The truth about hierarchies is that they give a person a chance to really
come to know the words "Know thy place." Beginning one, early-
afternoon, summer day with the smile of a father and mother and the birth
of a new child the hierarchy unfolded with his place already decided.
Like his father and grandfather before, he would serve as the heir to the
"Larue" family legacy. The members of the Larue family are humble
servants of Cragstone. From one generation to the next the family has
stayed at the feet of each new king, never faltering, being the best
footmen and women they could be. Unfortunately, servants are just what
the name implies, never meant to be any more. It doesn't matter if
someone is the most respected servant within the city, they are still a
servant. If they and their children and children's, children will never be
any more than servants, they will never be free to live by their own
desires. The lives of svirfnebli within Cragstone have been like this for
many years, and will continue long into the future, that is the plain and
simple truth. So when a young man who, happens to be a servant, falls
for a life of thievery, not much good comes from the result. Maybe, just
maybe he could have been truly happy, maybe if he was never caught,
maybe if his passion for material wealth hadn't been so great... then
maybe the young servant wouldn't have been discovered and escorted to
the surface. As it turn out, life is a strange thing indeed, how fate plays a
role in everyones lives. It turned one of the most respected servant of the
Royal house of Cragstone into an outcast who will forever resent the one
who capitalized on his folly. This foolish man now called Thaltran,
outcast of the Larue family, moved to a surface dweller city on his own
path, one to bring pride back to his name and maybe bring a bit of heft to
his pockets and stature in his chosen profession.

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Chapter 4

City streets, unlike anything within the wildest imagination of youthful
Svirfnebli, are filled with a plethora of people with a multitude of ideas. For
someone such as Thaltran who had lived his entire life so sheltered, and
away from any topsider, to suddenly be thrust into this situation was a rush to
his senses. Huge giants, some who float, some appearing on fire and even
some which appear to glitter as water, are amongst so many who roam the
cities above ground. Large, strong and dim these monsters of size incite a
desire to trick, choke, and rob them blind as test subjects for tougher
opponents. Defyingly quick, the vast legions of the high elves and their
nature cousins which barely compare to the awe inspiring dexterity of the
winged and furrier races clutter the streets following nearly every religion and
creed. These masters of quickness and intellect are on most occasions
much stronger adversaries, many of which can also detect him within the
shadows. Each of these individuals seem to be a conquest, their belongings
are begging to be plucked, their coins seeking to change hands, and their
confidence pleading to falter under the assault of an up and coming binder.
Deep within him, his restless spirit grows with an increased hunger for new
methods of stripping those around him. More and more the while tying his
victims the feeling of euphoria gushes throughout his body fueling the
passion within his thieving soul. This glorious feeling which fills his essence
when he is successful, in binding every possible limb, simply fuels his
passion to grow stronger, win more often, and become the Bandit King. He
has only recently joined the guild and yet he holds the fourth position, just
shy of being elite. Vigorously striving for further enrichment of a bank
account, clothing, and stature his future appears to look bright, very bright.
A Passion for Thievery.

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Chapter 3

Politics, as copious as color, within all things natural and unnatural are
revealed only when they run their course and only to whom has understood
the insight from the originator. Thieves residing within the shadows see and
understand many connections that would go unnoticed to a less skilled eye.
Thaltran being a wise and understanding man has known of political
implications and their far reaching strength for most of his life, from lowly
servant to future Bandit King. Slowly although assuredly mastering his craft
has allowed him contact with a great deal of individuals, each with their own
talents and goals. Singers, assassins, and warriors of the Battleragers he
alerts to the location of magi, and within a flip of a coin them to the hordes of
the Nexus island and Imperial patrols. Selling and trading goods with all
manor of life to gain favor and services, garnishing little bits of strength,
power, and stature as each ploy leads to the next. For some time now he has
reigned supreme as the top ranking thief within his guild and considers it
only a matter of time until the title of Bandit King is his own. To achieve this
accomplishment at such a rapid pace took a great deal of conning
shopkeepers of their precious coins and a few visits to a place called the Inn
of Eternal Star. Many days he has spent gambling in rabbit's corner,
multitudes of nights standing before Olin listening to the whispers of those
around him. Of all the places to learn learn how to influence others, surely,
the Inn is the focal point for it all. Although not a exceedingly cheerful nor
excitable man, he has choose a point of operations for the unending goal of
fame and stature. To be among the Heralds of the Eternal Star, which
houses the largest library within the world, and the most diverse group of
individuals on the face of Thera, is now an addition to his goal and in the end
he will be victorious.

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Chapter 2

A place to belong is sought by so many people within Thera and only
achieved by a very select few. The glorious residence and place of business
know as the Inn of Eternal Star has become Thaltran's home. It began, so
long ago, as a thief and a shapeshifter sitting around the gambling table,
neither of which thinking of the Inn as a residence. Before long the thief
began to realize the usefulness of such a location to center his operations as
trader and merchant as well as it's uses as a place of recreation. After some
time and consideration his views of the inn began to skew and he began to
feel a kinship among the patrons as well as tenders. A lithe fela with silvery
fur known as Zalenna, the High Herald, was then to became his goal, and
with his virtually unmatched passion for reaching them, he was soon to find
her. Upon taking the first steps of refuge within the Inn she gave him multiple
tasks, one to find his talents and another for him to demonstrate. After some
length of discussion he had decided to undertake the splendid art of
decoration as his own. His first task was the construction of a small statue of
a kitten glancing back at it's owner, which gave Zalenna such a thrill, and
after his original crude attempts he too was satisfied. What followed was a
thrilling experience and the beginning of his enjoyment of working with is
hands, other than bindings, although it shall not be the last.

Role

Chapter 1

Glistening walls of hardened and condensed stone, slowly dripping dirty
water into stagnant pools where it collects quietly, form the foundations of the
Underdark. Carved deep within the bowls of earthen Thera are the halls,
and caverns which form the inner city streets and passageways of the city of
lower Cragstone, birthplace of Thaltran Larue. King Dortangil sits on the
throne of lower Cragstone, lord of all around him, commanding those of the
Larue family which remain within the confines of the Underdark. Thaltran
being the only member of the Larue family to exceed the expectations and
limitations of being a servant. Throughout his many adventures leading him
up to the pinnacle of the thieves guild he has garnered a massive chunk of
knowledge of the land and those around him. It wasn't until recently in which
he began to pay quiet visits to the king, both to relinquish him staff of
elemental earth and to point out the fact that he is no longer a servant. After
recently achieving his final guild title and being the recipient of the vote for
the Bandit King he finds simple enjoyment knowing he has changed his slate
and pointing this out to Dortangil is no exception. Although is final goal has
been in his sight for some time he has yet to speak with the master of the
flaming crown and looks forward to the day in which he can.

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