Backstory: Faeleth

Faeleth grew up with very little - she, with her mother and younger brother, struggled even to eat while the noblefolk lived with lavish abandon at the lower classes' expense. At what would be considered a young age for an elf, Faeleth took up theiving to provide for her family.

But no thief, even one as swift and quiet as the young Faeleth, can work forever without the job where they get caught. Faced with the imminent discovery of her crime in progress... [MORE WORDS]

She killed him. She didn't expect it to happen so easily, or so neatly, and yet.

Shortly after, she discovered a more lucrative career, one where a single job could feed her loved ones for weeks rather than days. Simply put, if one noble wanted another noble dead without dirtying their own hands, she could provide that particular service.

Her mother went missing. She assumed death or abandonment, either felt as likely as the other - even on Faeleth's new income Bryn's condition was no better, and perhaps the strain had been too much. She cared for her brother alone from then on, funneling her ill-gotten gold into caring for him and trying to make him well. He died anyway.

After that, Faeleth no longer had family to kill for. She phased back into favouring theft - paid or otherwise - to bring in the gold, still taking on marks now and again for the money but with ever-decreasing frequency. She made the mistake of lifting a pretty piece of jewellery from the Baron of Red Larch's manor when she came to collect her pay. Tarrying in a close-knit halfling town long enough that someone would notice it on her person and alert the guard was the real error, really.

So Faeleth found herself shut in the Red Larch jail, awaiting transfer to Einhorn...