Carlym The Arcane Rogue

Carlym is the type of Dwarf you never want to meet in a dark alley. He's strictly business when it comes to his blade, and he's practiced in the arcane, so he's as dangerous as he is serious. He's also no charmer, his face being horribly disfigured by a trap he was in the midst of disarming before getting set off.

Iconic Spell - Booming Blade (flicks blade with his finger, allowing it to vibrate like a tuning fork)

Backstory - I was good once, an expert safe cracker. No lock, arcane or otherwise, could hold up to my skill. You see, being a dwarf, you understand how metal reacts to stuff. Poking and prodding and smashing locks doesn’t go to far, it’s so much better if you feel what the metal is doing. If you ask it the right question, it opens right up for ya.

But that was then… Before that job went sideways. Hanzel, Gorp, Disellie, all of them gone… Got sold out by some double-crossing traitor rat… Still don’t know who sold us out, but the blood of my family is on their hands, and I’m never going to forgive ‘em.

I would have been scratched out too, if it wasn’t for Gracey, my Fae Spider. She weaved a web like she does, covering the sewer tunnel in her web, and trailed silk behind her as she rode my shoulder, that’s how we knew they were coming… Someone, or something, followed us…

Disellie, she was the bravest of us… As soon as I told her, we darted up the closest access point to the sewer. Brought us up to some fancy district, kind of like a place we’d pull a job… Not seek sanctuary from some rat. She had me break into the house, big fancy place. Took me no time flat. As soon as we were all behind the door, we heard something hit it, hard, trying to get at us.

Gorp got to work, pouring some grease on the floor in a mad haste. He was our “cover your backside” guy...Before he made a trail to light it all up, BOOM! The door shook again, but when I rushed the window to see, Disellie pulled me back, told me to get to work upstairs, find a way to the roof.

So off I huffed, I made it into some master bedroom. There was one of those big stain glass types. No widow’s walk or nothing, just lead out to the back courtyard of the house. I rushed back to the main hall, and before I could shout anything, I heard the door downstairs explode open. I darted to the balcony and looked down stairs… Gorp… He… Was riddled with splintered wood and some weird bone spear thing… Went so deep through him it was poking out his back side…

Hanzel had an bloody arm full of splinters, but he was able to make it up the stairs. Disellie made it before him. These weird, crawling, hands, started piling through the open doorway. They were after us. I brought them to the master bedroom. Hanzel slammed the door close and put his massive back to it.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The door was being hit hard, causing our boy to get rocked away from the door, then he’d slam his back to it again. Horrid scratching noises like nails scraping wood filled the hallway outside our door. Disellie and I ran to the big window, we used a nearby chair to bust it, and turned around to tell Hanzel the idea. When we turned around, a final BOOM! threw him to the ground, and this horrid, nasty, muscular creature with three trunk sized arms srpouting out of it's back grabbed him up and bit his head. Dozens of teeth dug into his skull… The blood… Disellie, she took me by the shoulder and pushed me to the window. That’s when all those little things started pouring in...

Gracey, she leapt from my belt and charged one of those things… It all happened so fast… Bit it right on it’s ugly mug, if it had one... It seemed like a thousand of ‘em tore through my little Gracey… Disellie pushed me out the window… I was facing up, so I saw her start to jump before something pulled her away from the window back inside… I heard screams… And then… I hit cobblestone.

My head felt like it would explode, but without thinking, without pausing to think about the horrible things my crew suffered, I ran, all the way back to HQ. It was horrible… Walking through the tunnels without them… Walked into Symarian, the little leader for our little pod of misfits… It was easy to run into Symarian, as she was an elf, hard to miss her ears and all. She was always deep in thought, that one…

Anyway, ran into her and filled her in on what happened…It took her a full hour before she would say anything… She finally told me to take some time off as she and I both worked through what happened… ‘cause, you see… Symarian and Disellie were sisters… … I’m still grieving and have been drunk ever since…

That was 4 months back… I’m tired, and bitter… Drunk all my savings, seeing how I got nothing else to spend it on… Can’t really go and get that ring forged like I wanted...But here’s the rub... Word has reached these ears about a job… A Heist, if you will. And maybe, just maybe, if I can pull it off… I’ll make the connections I need to find out who ratted us out, and I’ll put maggot holes in their belly, and make sure they live long enough to be eaten from the inside out by Gracey’s offspring…