Cory Lightfinger, Ur-Wani Thief Character Sheet
�Thief is such a vulgar word, don�t you think? I prefer �Purse Lightener�.�
Cory is the son of a human whore who entertained a passing Lawani soldier
sixteen years ago. He was born and raised in a whore house in the heart of the Portside
Quarter. Cory�s mother died when he was only three, but the madame of the house let
Cory live in the house in return for running errands and doing chores until he was twelve.
On his twelth Day of Birth, the motherly woman gave him a small purse, a matronly kiss,
and advised him that from then on, he would have to come as a customer if he came at all.
Now Cory was already wise in the way of the world, so he didn�t hold it against
her. Indeed, from time to time when he made a good score, he would go back to the
house. He didn�t just talk old times with the madame either... Cory found himself out on
his own, without a trade, and without a roof. The purse the madame gave him wouldn�t
last long, so he needed to find some work pretty quick. He thought on the problem for
awhile, and then sought out Three-fingered Lars.
Three-fingered Lars was one of the best pickpockets in the Dockside Quarter, and
was only too happy to teach his craft to Cory. Once Lars was satisfied with Cory�s
progress as a pickpocket, he informed Cory that it would be a shame to hold one with his
potential to a single trade. It was that night Cory found himself face to face with the Old
Man, leader of the largest Thieves� Guild in Tor-Beldrin.
After giving Cory a few tests of agility and playing a few word games to test his
wits, the Old Man agreed with Lars that the boy should be instructed in other Arts of the
Rogue. Cory would have to serve an apprenticeship for 3 years, after which he could pay
off his obligation to the Guild and be a freelance if he wished. Cory readily agreed.
Only six months after completing his apprenticeship, Cory made a big strike. Out
of gratitude to his mentor, Cory turned the entire stash over to the Old Man, buying out
his obligation, and took to the streets as a freelance. Since then, Cory has been a fairly
successful thief. He hasn�t gone hungry, and usually has a place to sleep. He�s also been
very careful not to step on the toes of the various Guilds of the city. His only real mistake
has been to try to pick Brock�s pocket.
Much to his surprise, the tall man, who Cory later learned to be the warrior�s
friend Alstair, talked Brock out of bodily throwing the young thief at a passing patrol of
Guardsmen. Instead, taking in the boy�s dirty clothes and scruffy face (it had been a slow
week), Alstair and Brock took Cory back to their inn. Here they treated him to a simple,
but filling meal, and a good bath. Unknown to them, he treated himself to a few
candlesticks and some good silver.
The companions thought that their business with the thief would then be over, but
Cory had better ideas. He continued to return to the inn, follow the two, and generally
make a nusaince of himself until the adventurers finally relented and decided they had a
new partner. Cory was elated. Now he not only had friends, but they were tough friends,
and he could actually make a real difference for a change. He doesn�t understand their
morals most of the time, but nobody�s perfect.
Recently, Cory has �aquired� a shortsword which he swears is magical, and has
been pestering Brock to teach him how to be a good warrior. Both Brock and Alstair have
seen that the sword is indeed magic, but are hesitating to tell the lad lest he get too bold in
some back alley brawl. Besides, the little bugger has proved aweful useful lately...