Noble Thief


Quick as a jack-rabbit, Kaltoeri is just as nimble and inconspicuous in the forest of a crowded street—or a dank dungeon. Her long dark hair is kept tied in a loose pony tail with a leather strip. Her brown eyes dart back and farth, continuously scanning her surroundings; whether for a mark or a threat is usually decided after she has already acted. She defiantly refutes any impugning of her honor, integrity or moral fiber, very audibly—and sometimes physically—offering evidence to prove she is on the side of justice, good and charity. Her arguments unfortunately have the tendency to be discounted as she has difficulty trusting anyone who has not proved it several times as she has been betrayed far too many times to allow her heart to get the better of her good judgement.



Kaltorei—is that really my given name?

I was born the daughter of a noble, merchant or someone else of means. At the age of 5 or 6 I was kidnapped while out for a picnic with my family. We were in a large open field and I was chasing butterflies in the bright sunshine. I was wearing a blue dress with silver and gold trim; I loved the way it sparkled in the sunshine. The butterflies and I both were shining in the sun.

Suddenly out of nowhere men came and one grabbed me! I started screaming and my parents turned and started running towards me. My mother was wearing a pale violet gown, she had her hair up in ribbons. The ribbons were flying as she ran, her curls bouncing. My father with his jacket flapping in the wind, the sun glinting on the fabric of his vest, came running faster than I had ever seen him run. My mother stopped running to grab my siblilngs (their names are all lost to me now).

A man on a horse came up next to the man who had grabbed me. The man passed me up to the man on the horse. Boy did they smell bad! Next thing I know the horse is running so fast as I watched my parents get smaller and smaller. Suddenly we entered a forest, the horse slowed but not by much. Two other men joined us and they were on horses, too. We rode forever; it started getting dark and still we rode. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew the sun was shining on my face, the trim on my dress sparkling. I was so confused, where was my soft bed and warm coverlets? Nanny should be bringing me my breakfast. Boy am I hungry! Why is my bed bouncing around? What is that awful smell? Then I realized I was still on the horse with one of the men.

I started crying and hit the man with both my little fists. He ignored me. I started yelling, “I’m hungry! Where’s Nanny? Where’s mommy and daddy?” All he said was, “Shut up!” We rode for what felt like forever. When we finally stopped it must have been midday. They gave me some bread and some strange-tasting liquid. I know now it was mead. I was so scared I ate and didn’t say anything.

The men talked about a ransom; I didn’t know what that was? The men started calling me ‘Kaltorei’. I would correct them and they would tell me I was wrong. We traveled through many towns, villages and farmland. I had no idea where I was or where I was going. Somewhere along the way we got on a boat—a big boat!—and they locked me in a room. I didn’t feel well. they gave me lots of mead so I’d sleep. I don’t know how long we were on the boat but we finally came to land. Boy was that great!

We finally came to a large city; I still don’t know the name of the city, but I’ll never forget the smell. We went to a house—more a hovel, really—and there was a woman there. They told her to keep me inside and feed me. I was there a long time and they wouldn’t let me bathe! One day they brought me clothes for a boy and they told me to put them on. They went to take my dress but I pulled it away from them. It ripped; they slapped me becasue the dress tore but I at least got to keep a piece of it to remind me of my family.

In the end the men and the woman fought one night in a language I didn’t recognize. The next morning they were gone and never came back. From that point forward I had to learn to survive on my own. I started running with fellow urchins and learned the ways of the street.

I have never been caught until I took that stupid dare to steal something of the Jarl’s from the castle.

Updated ending for campaign incorporation

In the end the men and the woman fought one night in a language I didn’t recognize. The next morning they were gone and never came back. From that point forward I had to learn to survive on my own. I started running with fellow urchins and learned the ways of the street.

On the streets of Glen Federach on the shores of southern Marvein. Not a city like in the Farisian Duchy of Akwatyne, but big enough to a young halfling girl.

Kaltorei was taken in Retribution, a ritual of kidnapping and ransom for some previous wrong done to the clan by her parents or their clan, though no one’s ever been able to figure out what or why—or even if the ransom was paid.

A month ago, Glen Federach was razed by Northwight raiders, on the first day of spring—as long back as can be remembered, the raiders have never come in winter or spring, waiting always until the harvest season.

Also, they’ve never taken children before. They burned, pillaged, raped, and stole everything of value they could as usual, but their primary objective seems to have been taking the children.

House to house, hovel to hovel, farm to farm, street to street, they took children. For nearly a full day they tore through Glen Federach. They did not run at the first sign of reinforcements, as normal raiders would, instead they stopped looting and concentrated only on the children.

The raiders retreated under the cover of smoke after firing the town’s boats. Many of the children they took were from the same streets as Kaltorei.

She’s spent the last month aboard ships heading into Northwight lands, traders mostly, and has landed in the trade capitol of the Northwight—Halmsted.


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