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Scroll Planar Binding + Potion of Invulnerability
Add up to a rare (4th or 5th) scroll of a PH spell and up to a rare potion from the DMG to one of your tier appropriate characters

100gp credit toward spellcasting services; Unlock one magic item awarded by the adventure (Obsidian Steed / Ring of Telekinesis)

One Potion Vitality (T3 Character)

One Potion of Vitality

100 gp credit towards spellcasting services; unlock one magic item found during the session (Ring of Fire Resistance)

100 gp credit towards spellcasting services; unlock one magic item found during the session (Rapier of Lifestealing)

I was born on the street. I don’t mean, on the street. It was a shanty built into an alley. Our alley. It was better than the alley on the other side of the wall, cause ours didn’t fill up with puddles. Oh! My older brother was born on a boat, my younger brother in a prison. Oops, getting ahead of myself...

Uhh... Some time after my folks arrived in Scornubel, Da died; I don’t even know how. Nobody tells five-year-olds nuthin’.
Ma moved us in with Jim. Couple years later, City Watch snatched her up for stealing. From then on, we begged and pilfered to make sure Jim was fed. Til Jim died. Idiot got hisself executed on a kidnapping charge. Glass was the one hauled him in; she made sure we had somewheres to go.

Glass took us to a small-time thiefmaker, got his agreement to look after me and some other orphans. Dummy paid her for us. Mort taught us to spy and pilfer to earn our keep. I was okay with that. Got us by for awhile. My brother Sean figured out Mort was taking jobs on the side. Arranging “accidents” for folks. I’m not much for murder. Sean snuck out, didn’t come back. Next time Glass came through, I told her I wanted out.

I’d made friends with some of the monks in the market, so Glass took me over to the temple of Lathander to see if I could be one too. She only had to bribe one and break two ‘fore they gave in and said yes. Stubbornheads. Just cause he’s the god of suffering don’t mean you gotta look for a beatin’.

Look, A life of discipline ain’t something that comes natural, but I’m tryin’. Okay? I had to do something. One of my brothers is missing, the other is alive but ain’t doin so great. Cathal won’t leave the streets or his petty gang.
I’m on my own, ‘cept for the Order. ‘Cept now they say I’m ready to walk my own way for awhile. I guess they’re tired of feeding me, but I get hungry being awesome, y’know?

Master
2 Your master was kindly and taught you to pursue the cause of peace.

+35 candy corn for liar's night

Scroll Planar Binding + Potion of Invulnerability
Add up to a rare (4th or 5th) scroll of a PH spell and up to a rare potion from the DMG to one of your tier appropriate characters

100gp credit toward spellcasting services; Unlock one magic item awarded by the adventure (Obsidian Steed / Ring of Telekinesis)

One Potion Vitality (T3 Character)

One Potion of Vitality

100 gp credit towards spellcasting services; unlock one magic item found during the session (Ring of Fire Resistance)

100 gp credit towards spellcasting services; unlock one magic item found during the session (Rapier of Lifestealing)

I was born on the street. I don’t mean, on the street. It was a shanty built into an alley. Our alley. It was better than the alley on the other side of the wall, cause ours didn’t fill up with puddles. Oh! My older brother was born on a boat, my younger brother in a prison. Oops, getting ahead of myself...

Uhh... Some time after my folks arrived in Scornubel, Da died; I don’t even know how. Nobody tells five-year-olds nuthin’.
Ma moved us in with Jim. Couple years later, City Watch snatched her up for stealing. From then on, we begged and pilfered to make sure Jim was fed. Til Jim died. Idiot got hisself executed on a kidnapping charge. Glass was the one hauled him in; she made sure we had somewheres to go.

Glass took us to a small-time thiefmaker, got his agreement to look after me and some other orphans. Dummy paid her for us. Mort taught us to spy and pilfer to earn our keep. I was okay with that. Got us by for awhile. My brother Sean figured out Mort was taking jobs on the side. Arranging “accidents” for folks. I’m not much for murder. Sean snuck out, didn’t come back. Next time Glass came through, I told her I wanted out.

I’d made friends with some of the monks in the market, so Glass took me over to the temple of Lathander to see if I could be one too. She only had to bribe one and break two ‘fore they gave in and said yes. Stubbornheads. Just cause he’s the god of suffering don’t mean you gotta look for a beatin’.

Look, A life of discipline ain’t something that comes natural, but I’m tryin’. Okay? I had to do something. One of my brothers is missing, the other is alive but ain’t doin so great. Cathal won’t leave the streets or his petty gang.
I’m on my own, ‘cept for the Order. ‘Cept now they say I’m ready to walk my own way for awhile. I guess they’re tired of feeding me, but I get hungry being awesome, y’know?

Master
2 Your master was kindly and taught you to pursue the cause of peace.

+35 candy corn for liar's night