Creation and Rules

Alright, whos ready to eat from my food cart?!

Peruses wares, then says, "I'll take the lot."

Isuna is a trickster, a con artist. She is in town under an assumed identity (as a pious and naive young woman) as she lays down the background and works up to executing her next con. She LOVES food and drink, and may be a regular at the food cart.

Every player is different in how they use what they have. so truthfully its up to you, you could give us magic items that arnt +1's or you could drop all +1's and adjust the encounters accordingly.

for me personally i'd rather not take a +1 item and opt for more fun magic items if thats a thing. but potions are always welcome :)

Chuton was an average guardsman in a straightforward job with little complications. His raw strength and golden-scaled dragonborn presence were usually enough to quell any thoughts of resistance. He was dedicated to the job such that he had no familial ties beyond the camaraderie of the force; his parents were long passed and he had no siblings nor romantic interests.

Things changed and his life took on a new direction after a fateful night while on patrol. Chuton and his partner encountered a woman in the process of battering down the front door to a home, armed with a sword and screaming in rage. The dragonborn decided to intervene and used his strength to restrain the warrior with a chokehold, while his partner confiscated the blade. Chuton secured her so that she could not fight back, ignoring her cries to be released and deaf to the claims that she was not the enemy; he reasoned that he was no judge of character and those with greater authority could decide whether or not her claims were true.

That was when the assassin, barricaded within the woman's own home, opened the door and sent a fatal crossbow bolt into her heart. The surprise was enough to allow the assailant to flee, leaving behind the woman's slain family and both guardsmen flat-footed and shocked.

An investigation cleared Chuton and his partner of significant wrong-doing, but their negligence still cost them employment. Chuton was discharged from service and while not prosecuted for the deaths of innocent lives, was exiled from his hometown.

Chuton carried the guilt of that night since, and the experience left a dark pit in his heart. He discovered that he couldn't even find rest without the need to keep his greatsword at his side at all times, as though he needed to be ready to prepare for an attack and leap to someone's defense. He was vaguely aware than whenever he was in a fight, the sight of his own blood would sometimes propel him into a furious rage against the one who drew it, such that he would lose all tactical sense while he focused on the target of his ire.

Carlin kissed her mother goodbye and hefted her pack. Turning to go, she was interrupted by a clearing throat. She looked back over her shoulder to see her grandmother giving her a disapproving look. Glancing down at herself, she could see nothing wrong, so she shot a puzzled gaze at the old lady.

"Ye've forgotten yer broom," the old lady intoned with exasperation.

Carlin sighed and tried one last time to reason with her, "Gran, don't you think it's a bit on the nose? For a witch to carry a broom? It's like waving a sign over my head saying 'look, I'm a witch! Lynch me!"

The matriarch crossed her arms and replied only with a steely-eyed gaze.

"Fine, fine. I'm taking it. Come, Esme," Carlin called, and a thick wooden broom with stiff bristles flew out from behind the hut and to her hand.

Her grandmother nodded her approval then turned away. That wasn't a tear in her eye, seeing off her only granddaughter. Must be dust. She hadn't cried in decades.

Giving one last wave and a sardonic smile, Carlin turned and headed for the city. Come what may, she was going to get to the bottom of the mystery...for the coven, and perhaps, for the worldturtle itself.

How's this?

Isuna Duskgaze, the halfling devote of Mercury, was on the run. It totally wasn't her fault, but angry mothers rarely saw things with clear eyes.

It was harmless really. She was performing a love con, just for fun. You have to try all of the classics. This plot was to get a young magistrate's son to fall for her, and then use that to leverage stealing the magistrate's signet. Classic right?

Where things went edgewise was that poor schlepp actually feel hard, and turned out to be a wee bit more kidnappy than she liked in a guy. The blood from his broken nose was tracked back to her hideout. She barely had enough time to get a rubbing for her forgery before she was on the run.

Good thing they all thought that her name was Candace Rubblebottom and not her true identity! But at least she had a passable forged signet ring of the magistrate Duke Trentop. And that necklace she grabbed from the Duchess's nightstand. It sure was shiny. Now, what to do for her next trick...?