D100 Dungeon - Book 1&2 - Introduction (Thalara)

D100 Dungeon Book 1 and 2

 Thalara the Mirthful

• Scoundrel, High Elf
• Strength 30, Dexterity, 40, Intelligence 50 (Spell Caster)
• Agilty +5, Locks +5, Lucky +5, Magic +5, Traps +5
• Weapon: War Hammer (DMG 3)
• Leather Cloak, Leather Cuirass, Leather Arm Guards
• Personality: Gracious, Idealistic

Short Background: Street Urchin Turned Swindler: Born in a bustling elven city, Thalara survived on the streets by stealing and swindling. She honed her skills, learnt some magic, and caught the eye of a notorious thieves' guild and now operates as a cunning magical scoundrel, playing both sides of the law.

The Beginning

Thalara rested beneath the oak tree, its branches casting a welcome shade against the jungle's heat. The outpost of Glubs Creek, a jumble of huts and tents, was already fading into the distance. She munched happily on an apple as she regarded the cliff face ahead.

The catacombs awaited, their entrance sealed by a shimmering wall of magic. But Thalara held the key—a secret code whispered to her by a crone in the night. Tales of hidden treasures and forgotten temples had tempted her with promises of adventure and coin.

She wasn't a warrior, wielding a sword. Her tools were subtler: a quick wit, nimble fingers, and a silver tongue that could charm or deceive as needed. Thalara did have some idea of magic, but she knew that she needed to improve. The catacombs, would be a severe test of her talents.

With a grin, she traced the arcane barrier, feeling its energy tingle against her fingertips. She whispered the code, and the magic parted like a curtain, revealing a gaping maw of darkness. Thalara drew her dagger, its steel gleaming faintly in the fading light.

Thalara, the Mirthful stepped into the unknown, heart pounding. No grand magic lit her path, just her courage and cunning.