04-27-2025, 05:41 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-28-2025, 01:27 PM by Rasc C'wningen.)
Rasc C'wningen
Rasc as his friends called him, the few he consider friends was a smaller number, but the Harengon didn't dwell on things like that. Rasc liked to think everyone liked him, he dressed well, scouted well, and played a decent fiddle. Came in handy when you had to be a 'traveling' bard, and the guards asked for a tune or three. Always helpful to get out of a tight spot, also if he was honest some days it paid better than his other line of work. After all he would like to be a nice respectable upstanding citizen, yet.... well life wasn't that way.
Besides it was much more interesting this way. He wasn't a member of any guild, which if he was honest was part of the problem. Oh he knew plenty of members of guilds. He always felt those suckers, didn't look happy. I mean sure they had steady jobs, and people to support them. Yet how much could you really trust your fellow guild members. No that felt like being tied down, and that was for sure not the life for Rasc. He preferred to be an independent contractor. Besides he used adventuring as a way to make money in between gigs, especially hot gigs. His last 'gig' had been particularly hot, in most definitions of the word.
Some nobles didn't like you stealing from their wives, or stealing their wives, daughters and a few maid's affections. Getting out through the active chimney had been a particularly bold choice at the time, but as his Uncle the pirate Bartholomew C'wningen always said, 'Any heist you can hop away from...'. So Rasc was laying low in the southern part of the country the less angry noble filled part of the kingdom for a bit.
Rasc as his friends called him, the few he consider friends was a smaller number, but the Harengon didn't dwell on things like that. Rasc liked to think everyone liked him, he dressed well, scouted well, and played a decent fiddle. Came in handy when you had to be a 'traveling' bard, and the guards asked for a tune or three. Always helpful to get out of a tight spot, also if he was honest some days it paid better than his other line of work. After all he would like to be a nice respectable upstanding citizen, yet.... well life wasn't that way.
Besides it was much more interesting this way. He wasn't a member of any guild, which if he was honest was part of the problem. Oh he knew plenty of members of guilds. He always felt those suckers, didn't look happy. I mean sure they had steady jobs, and people to support them. Yet how much could you really trust your fellow guild members. No that felt like being tied down, and that was for sure not the life for Rasc. He preferred to be an independent contractor. Besides he used adventuring as a way to make money in between gigs, especially hot gigs. His last 'gig' had been particularly hot, in most definitions of the word.
Some nobles didn't like you stealing from their wives, or stealing their wives, daughters and a few maid's affections. Getting out through the active chimney had been a particularly bold choice at the time, but as his Uncle the pirate Bartholomew C'wningen always said, 'Any heist you can hop away from...'. So Rasc was laying low in the southern part of the country the less angry noble filled part of the kingdom for a bit.
