Blackpenny

Story
I've got no story. No good story you'll wanna hear, shiny boots.

But let me guess, you want to hear it anyway. Yeah, s'what I figured. Fine by me, you're buying the drinks, after all.

So I don't remember anything before I was enslaved by the evil wizard. (Yeah, that's what I said.) I'm pretty sure he tinkered around in my head to rid me of my past... but let's face it - for a sewer Gobber like me, that was probably as much of a favor as anything else. So this worm-eater has his hooks deep in my head and also a real taste for dead folk. Literally and metaphorically - like several different kinds of tastes.

Sorry, were you eating?

So I'm deep into the whole "Yes Master" this and "Whatever you wish my Lord" that - total clichéd underling to the necromancer-in-hiding-beneath-our-very-streets. Along the way, he tires of the grave-robbing scene and develops a particular liking for the freshly dead. I don't know if I was already really good at making freshly dead bodies when he found me, or if he did more tinkering to make it that way, but either way he doesn't want blood on his great and powerful hands - it could mess up the great and powerful manicure. So he sends me out to fetch folk. Sometimes he just wants me to bring them back dead, sometimes I bring them back with a little life in them so he can watch them go. He has his happy time as they get cold and then does his ritual stuff to bring them back, or eat their souls, or whatever. The details are a little fuzzy, I wasn't exactly the creepy sorcerer's apprentice. I can tell you for sure that he was a depraved pile of troll dung, but he definitely had some serious mysterious power going on.

These were not the brightest days of my notably overcast existence.

So one day, he doesn't show up to the - what do you call it? Lair? Laboratory? Pit of unspeakable profanity and horror? Whatever. So I decide to find him - remember, I'm embarrassingly lost without my master snivel snivel all that. So I come out here - for what was probably my first time - to sort out where he's gone. I was terrified of your big bright shiny world, but lucky for me, your like don't notice anything that's not brightly colored, made of actual money, or currently touching your funny bits. Even if it's stumbling around, almost totally blind, and literally smelling like the sewer. So I wander around for a while, ducking from shadow to shadow, looking for my boss.

I find what was left of his smoldering body, still fastened to the smoldering stake. Talk about clichés, right? I guess his hideaway in my neighborhood wasn't the only place he prayed to the Denizens of Eternal Darkness, because someone had clearly found him out. Anyway, I got my ears on right-way round and pilfered my way into an up-and-coming professional problem solver. Which, sadly, brings us to the business at hand.

Oh, don't look so shocked, shiny boots. You didn't actually think you were just having a casual conversation with a creepy little Gobber in a tavern, did you? Khorva's tits - you guys really don't notice a thing.

Description
Blackpenny is a Skilled Gobber Guttersnipe Cutthroat with charcoal colored skin, pocked ears, all-black eyes, and an extraordinarily thin frame. He's gruff and insensitive, but far from stupid or uncultured. He exhibits a series of enigmatic mannerisms that result from a number of strong superstitions, some of which you may have heard of, but many of his own invention.

(I'm making a couple of cultural declarations that lend some insight. The book says that the Blackpenny is the lowest denomination of Ordic currency - which I imagine in popular parlance is slang for something wholly worthless, like we might talk about a wooden nickel. Additionally, pocked ears on a Gobber indicate a particular kind of disease at birth, from which many infant Gobbers born into sub-standard conditions die and surviving adults tend to be frail as a result.)

Milestones

 * The Creepy Undead Elephant in the Room
 * Blackpenny needs to do something about the Thamarite faith he "inherited". He's got the shrine sealed up and hidden - partly because he's freaked about just destroying it on his own (not wanting to invite the displeasure of literally the nastiest folks he can imagine), but also because he feels tugged toward it, terrifying as that may be. He doesn't want to become what his master was, but he's not outright opposed to winning the favor of the dark gods, either. So he needs to enlist the help of someone who knows what they're doing to exorcise him of any tie to Thamar and his ascended - or to help him make the most of it.


 * Living Forever in Infamy
 * Bpenny3.pngpenny is eager to gain some lasting notoriety. Obviously wanted posters with his picture on them would prove problematic (they never get your ears big enough), but if he were to get an invitation to a respected secret guild, or people told stories about a particularly interesting job, or mothers whispered to their children that Blackpenny will come for them if they don't behave, that would warm his dark little perverted heart.