Snuffwart Goldstein

It has happened before. A star from the heavens lances down upon an unsuspecting world, devastating and destroying in a storm of fire and ash, making oceans from mountains and graveyards from nations. Today, this event is remembered not for its violent destruction, but for the thousand years of darkness it created—darkness both metaphorical in the descent to barbarism and physical in the blotting out of the sun from the smoke and ash that blanketed Golarion. It was the end of the Azlanti race, yet it was the genesis of another. For as the proud Azlant fell, new eyes devoid of color and kindness opened in the deep caverns of the Darklands. And as this new race prospered deep below, its number swelling in secret, the seeds for a Second Darkness took root.

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Snuffwart Goldstein

Postby Griffman » Sat Apr 10, 2010 1:18 am

Here is the background for my guy. I encourage the rest of you to post yours, you lazy bums.

While his true origins are unknown to even himself, Snuffwart has resided in Riddleport for several years. Nicknamed "Snuff" or "The Wart" by several of the locals, he is a hideous little blue creature standing no more than three feet tall. Rumor has it that he was so deformed and vile that he was spit from the caves of the earth itself. Snuff can usually be found wondering the streets of Riddleport at odd hours of the night carrying out work for crime lords or whoever can afford his services. He has been known to work cat burglary rings with other less scrupulous individuals and is often hired for his talents in the area of extortion. Word on the street has it that those who cross him usually end up with a dagger placed firmly in their chest while they sleep. In reality Snuff has created most of these rumors as it assists him in keeping those who seek to double cross him from doing so.

His natural affinity for vermin has allowed him to collect substantial sums of gold from the various inns and taverns in Riddleport. It has been said that those who don't pay have nothing but patrons of roaches and flies. Snuff is also considered to be a leading expert on the ins and outs of the criminal underbelly of Riddleport. If knowledge is truly power then Snuff has created a seat for himself in the pits of the city. Snuff's life has been quite routine for the past several months until just a week ago. It was just a job, a simple one at that, that forever changed his life.

It was a routine job of picking up a "hot" item from the one of the ships making port and moving it to an warehouse on the other side of town. He was working with several of the more seedy individuals of Riddleport and it was suppose to be easy money. The pickup of the item had gone as planed and they made their way through the streets in good time to the appointed location. It was at the warehouse where everything went to hell. Men in dark cloaks moved swiftly from shadows cutting down his companions with remorseless speed and efficiency. Snuff was able scurry up one of the walls and hid in a crevasse while the assassins made short work of his allies.

Furious that someone would attempt to have him killed over a simple transportation job, Snuff used his resources to gather that the item was of some importance to the church of Sarenrae. Learning that it had been stolen from one of their temples and that a novice Paladin had been sent to recover the item, Snuff quickly set out to find the justicar and ultimately those who would seek his demise.
-Matthew Tearle

Religion is regarded by the common people as true, by the wise as false, and by the rulers as useful. — Edward Gibbon

Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest. — Denis Diderot

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