Editing Tasha Mir RTC

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Tasha Mir was orphaned at four years old, or kicked out of her home at eight, or ran away at nine--the story changes every time she tells it, as do the names of her parents.  She may not even remember the truth anymore.  One thing never changes: when she was thirteen, living alone on the streets of Risen Rock, begging for scraps and contemplating selling her body to earn a few silver, Mama Jona took her in and taught her a trade.

At first it was just burglary and picking pockets.  No one got hurt.  Then gang rivalries flared up, and Mama Jona stood for Big Duke when Croc moved on him, and Croc's thugs murdered two of her girls for it, and from there things just happened.  That's how Tasha tells it, how she learned to kill.  

Time passed, blood flowed, until it didn't, and things settled down.  The city guard resumed patrols, many of them taking coin from Big Duke.  By then Tasha was right at the heart of Mama Jona's most loyal band of followers.

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On an autumn night not long after the street wars were settled, Tasha picked a man stopping in town for the night as an easy mark.  Well-dressed and unarmed, he was clearly a fool for traveling alone.  Even better, as she closed in behind him, he turned a corner into a dark alley, allowing a perfect opportunity.  She had almost caught him, another thirty paces down the empty alley, when he turned suddenly and said, "Really?"

"What?"

"You didn't even try, dear.  Usually sneaking up on someone involves ''sneaking''.  Something I understand you criminal urchin sorts can usually do well.  Maybe you aren't a very good one."

She drew her dagger at the insult.  "Oh, I'm a good one, right.  But not ya ''dear''."

"Now there's the spirit."  With a flick of his wrist, he had a short sword in his hand, blade and hilt glowing faintly blue with magic.  He took a step toward her.  "Now--"

She muttered an expletive and turned to run.  ''MAGE. Of course.  IDIOT GIRL.''

"Hey!  Come on, let's talk!"  And then he muttered some gibberish, and she was stuck in a web. 

She could hear his footfalls stop as he came to the edge of the web he had conjured beneath her, but she dared not turn around to face him.  Her heart was racing as her mind rushed through all the terrifying warnings Mama Jona had ever given her about sorcerers and warlocks.  

The man chuckled, which sent a chill down her spine, and then he said, "Gods, you're barely more than a child."

She mustered up her defiance.  "Let me loose an we see bout that."

"Guess I'd better not let you loose then."  A moment passed in silence.  "Look, kid, since I just got jumped by a dangerous rogue in the streets, I clearly need a bodyguard. I'm here for five days. Why don't I hire you?"

"What? I don't--"

"Ten Valors," he said, flashing the gold coins in the dim moonlight.  

"Ah--" Tasha found herself unable to speak for a moment.  She rarely came across men who carried that much coin on them.  "What if you saw true, an I'm not so good?"

"Then maybe you'll die protecting me," he said.  "I'll have to hire whoever kills you, since they're better."  He grinned then, holding his hand forward.  "Take the coins.  Make some honest money."

She hesitated, then grabbed the gold.  "It's a lot of gold," she explained.  "Don't mean I care it's honest."

"Fair enough."

They walked in silence for a while.  She wondered why he was trusting her, or if his apparent trust was an act.  For all he knew, she could take his money and run, or cut his throat while he slept.  Or did he know something else?  "I never seen magic before," Tasha said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Pray you don't see it again," the man answered.  "I don't do parlor tricks."

"I understand," she answered. "What if I wanted to learn?"

He did not answer for a while, but when he did, he said, "That would be different."

 
== Sheet ==
*Rogue, Level 4, Arcane Trickster
*XP: 2,701/6,500
*Alignment: Neutral 
*Henchman of [[Calren Laythand RTC | Calren Laythand]]
*Titles/Holdings: 
* Age: 19

== Attributes ==
*STR 13
*DEX 18 (Roll 17, +1 Human bonus)
*CON 14
*INT 17 (Roll 16, +1 Human bonus)
*WIS 10 (+1 Observant feat)
*CHA 14

Attribute Bumps: Substituted feat for Level 4 attribute bump

Proficiency Bonus: +2

== Skills, Feats, and Class Features==
*Background: Criminal (Contact: Mama Jona, matron of all-women criminal gang in the small city of Risen Rock)

*Languages 
** Common

*Feats 
**Alert (1st Level human variant)
**Observant (4th Level)

*Rogue Class Features
**Expertise: Perception, Stealth (Double Proficiency bonus)
**Sneak Attack 2d6
**Thieves' Cant
**Cunning Action: Dash, Disengage, or Hide as bonus action
**Archetype: Arcane Trickster
***''Mage Hand'' Legerdemain

== Combat ==
*AC 16
*HP 31
*Hit Dice 4d8
*Movement Rate 30
*Initiative Modifier +9
*Attacks 
**Primary Melee Attack: Shortsword (+6, 1d6+4) 
**Melee Attack: Dagger (+6, 1d4, off hand)
**Primary Ranged Attack: Shortbow (+6, 1d6+4, 80/320, 35 arrows)
**Ranged Attack: Dagger (+6, 1d4+4, main hand)
**Ranged Attack: Dagger (+6, 1d4, off hand)
*Sneak Attack: 2d6
*Saves: 
*STR +1
*DEX +6
*CON +2
*INT +5
*WIS +0
*CHA +2

== Spells ==
'''Spells Known'''
*Cantrips: ''Mage Hand, Message, True Strike''
*Level 1: ''Charm Person, Disguise Self, Feather Fall, Sleep''
'''Spell Slots''' 3

== Equipment ==
Total Carried: 75.5 lbs.

'''Weapons'''
*Shortsword
*2 daggers
*Shortbow
*40 arrows
'''Armor'''
*Studded Leather 
'''Magic Items'''
*Scroll of fireball 8d6
*Potion of invisibility, 3 doses, 10 minutes/dose
'''Other Equipment'''
*Burglar's pack
**Backpack
**1000 ball bearings
**10 feet of string
**5 candles
**Bell
**Crowbar
**Hammer
**10 pitons
**Hooded lantern
**2 flasks of oil
**5 days rations
**Tinderbox
**Waterskin
**50 ft hempen rope
*Grappling hook
*Bedroll
*2 sets of traveler's clothes
*Disguise kit
*Thieves' tools
*2 quivers

== Mount ==
*Riding horse
*Riding saddle, saddlebags