Immeral

Eladrin Rogue - agile, quick, deadly. Cross him, and his blade may cross your throat.

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The Eladrin love beauty… beauty in song, dance, art, and life. My beauty is one that was never understood. I created beauty that no one recognized, because it was a beauty that I did not share with anyone but myself. Selfishly, I enjoyed it and wryly smiled when others inquired, “Immeral, why do you not dance or sing, carve or gild?” My beauty was hidden in the shadows of the night, traversing the roof tops and plucking the jewels of the rich; the creations of the finest artisans. My people understand beauty, but they could not – with their haughty morals – understand the beauty that I am. Swooping in unnoticed, unhindered, to silently exercise my finese. I understood from a young age what my destiny was. A destiny to bring the scoundrels art to a new plane of existence. To show that a snatch and grab is the lowliest of the art. The brutes way, the thieves way. Hrmph… peasantry to my cultivation. I entered this world as any others of my kind do, in innocence and celebration. While not wealthy, my parents were no mean folk. They were modest of life, and lived near the kingdom of our people. We traveled a few times into the kingdom when I was young, and I was awed by the beauty that was so within my reach. I knew very early that my ability to bring value to an object would be unparalleled – for ‘once it is gone, the value shall triple,’ as they say. I began as many do. At the age of only seven I devised my first score. With a distraction to one side, I slide a juicy meat pastry beneath my rough woolen cloak and was about my business, casual and unnoticed. As these engagements evolve, I escalated my efforts to the purses of the unwary and items of unique beauty – a bronzed statue of a knight, a small painting of maidens at bath. Once I even lifted the storebox from the owner of the Prancing Stars while he slept a hand’s reach away. When I was but an impetuous youth I was caught for the first, and last time. My foolish and blatent pride daring me to steal from under my fathers nose – the seal of a speaker of the council, a close friend of my family. He could not understand, no matter how hard I tried to explain. The Eldars met and my father, being of a lowly status in that council did not bat a lash when they bannished me, judging it a fair punnishment for deeds done. With a rage I called them hipocrites, fools. I was only one of many, and others understood. I warned them that I would not be the last of my nature. I left, setting out to show them, to make my name known. They would hear of me ‘ere long… and they would regret their ‘dignified’ ways. I would bring my art to the ends of the world, to other planes if driven to do so, and I would show them.

Immeral

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