Purpose

Purpose is a tiefling rogue/warlock with a penchant for magic, drink, and coin. He is the founder of Purpose's Pit Fighting Organization of Phandelin (PPFOOP).

***A Narrative of Purpose's Heist of the Silverwood Bank***

*“Wow! You are one fine looking Teifling. Wait ‘til they get a load of you.” Purpose thought to himself as he studied his reflection in the full length mirror. The new suit he wore was the finest clothing he had ever owned, and it damn well should have been, since it costs him every piece of gold he had. Gold wasn’t a worry though, after this next score he and all his companions would be flush.*

*Damn, he did look fine. The deep green silks he wore were so dark they almost turned to black, and they highlighted his deep red complexion. The colour was perfect, classy and functional. He could look like a fine young noble yet still fade into shadow when required. The jerkin fit loosely to just below his waist and open sleeves bloused out and clasped below his elbow. This was set with a high collar that popped to above his ears at the height where his horns began. With the loose fitting trousers nobody could tell he wore his leather armour underneath or see what other items were hidden beneath.*

*Purpose looked down at the Goblin tailor taking out the final few pins and whistled. “Man, you make a fine suit, if I had any money left I would give you one hell of a tip. Thanks, Leroy”*

*“It’s pronounced Le-WA, sir.” he corrected, for what seemed to him like the eleven-teenth time. “Mr Purpose, a tip is not necessary. We are quite content, at the Windfall Tailor shop, with the reduced amount you negotiated with us. And yes, you do look fine.”*

*Leaving the shop and stepping into the Street, Purpose was elated. It was the feeling he would get in the old days before a heist or prior to running a scam. He felt like he was dancing on the third level of heaven or hell. He looked great and would fit in perfectly at that snooty bank, his plan was flawless. Well, maybe not flawless, there are always things you can’t control but like any Rogue worth his salt he had contingencies.*

*Ever since acquiring those account numbers up North he wanted to get to Falcrest to cash them in. There were likely hundreds, maybe even thousands of gold in those accounts and, hey, Nazdar wasn’t going to be using them since the Rebrands sent him to sleep in the shadows. Why should the bank keep that money, they have plenty. Purpose could think of no better place for that coin than lining the pockets of him and his friends.*

*The word friend seemed strange to him, he reflected. Having spent so much time working alone and trusting no one it was odd that he ended up with The Rebrands. Sure his four companions in the company were persnickety and sometime difficult but he trusted them and they had helped him find a home. Yeah they were friends...but don’t let the damn Ranger know.*

*Purpose set off, up the hill to the Silverwood Bank. Leaving the ramshackle bustle of Lowside, the buildings began to get larger and more ornate and the streets much cleaner, the higher he went. The people of Topside definitely had all the money in this town. Now it was time to get his piece.*

*As he walked, he took a winding route and scanned around him for any signs of being followed. Once sure he was clear, he stepped into an alley and rubbed his ever present ring. A cloud of darkness enveloped Purpose and then receded, leaving what appeared to be a new person in his place. A lean Drow in fine robes. Purpose looked exactly like Nazdar, the Black Spider. At least he looked like he remembered Nazdar looked. But honestly, to a Tiefling don’t all Drow look the same?*

*Across town Asher was nervous. She was not nervous that they were robbing a bank, that wasn’t the banks money, it was Nazdar’s and he had tried to kill her and her Company several times. At least that was the argument Purpose had used and it was good enough to sway her, since here she was, ready to be a look out on a bank heist. “Wow,” she thought to herself, “This is a long way from the docks of Neverwinter.”*

*Asher was nervous because of the plan, or what she saw as a lack of a plan.*

*Purpose saying “No problem, I got this handled.” was not a plan. Initially he wanted to go it alone, but Asher had insisted that she come along as a look out, in case something went wrong. Sherloki and Asphodel had been called away on pressing business but Seeker was available to help. He would hide in the forest behind the bank in case his swords were needed. He should be there by now she though but then again the last time she saw him he ran into the forest and yelled, “Look to the trees!”*

*For her part Asher would sit in the library with a view of the bank looking for any signs of trouble. Now that she had entered the Library she was on edge, not because of the plan, or lack thereof, but because that place was really fancy, far fancier than places Asher was used to. The library encircled a huge atrium with an open roof. Fine marble statues held the shelves, upon which were stacked books and tomes of all manner. Helpers and Librarians bustled about, all wearing the blue robes and caps of the Windfall Company.*

*Approaching the clerk at the front counter Asher became acutely aware of the clinking of her chain mail. She realized that her travelling cloak was torn and dusty from the road. The metal of her armour was tarnished and here mace had a stain on it that could only be described as some type of brain. At least that is what she perceived. The clerk on the other hand saw a powerful adventurer who had a glow about her, a light than shone not upon her but from within her.*

*The clerk then saw this powerful adventurer bump into one of the Pyranian Vases at the entry, sending it crashing to the floor. She took a deep breath, approached him, and said, “I am Asher Underwood of Thundertree, a Dawnbringer of Lathandar and like the Morning Lord I pray that someday my steps will scorch the earth with His Light. I bring His Blessings and...*

*“Well Ms. Undertree,” the clerk snapped, cutting her off. “That rug was brought all the way from Rath and if your feet scorch it you will be billed. You are free to use the library for the day rate of 100 gold coins.” Asher’s eyes narrowed as she counted out this outrageous fee on the counter, after which she was approached by a librarian asking about her interests.*

*She settled on several books about the history of the Seekers, which seemed to be questionable in source and content. Finding a seat near a window overlooking the bank Asher worried about several things. First the Library was much farther from the bank than expected, if needed it would take her far too long to get there. Secondly, she didn’t know if Seeker was in place. Finally, were they going to charge her for the vase she broke?*

*While these thought swirled in her mind she did not notice familiar looking, well dressed Drow confidently stride into the bank. Flipping through the pages of the book she was distracted with worry. Carefully Asher reached into her pouch for the Seeing Stone she carried. It’s mate was held by Seeker and would allow them to communicate. She rubbed the Stone and sent her thoughts.*

*“Seeker, it is Asher Umberwood, can you hear me?”*

*“Yes.” The answer rang in her head and was followed by silence.*

*“So, are you in place? I can see the trees behind the bank but cannot see you.”*

*“Yes, that’s the point.” Again, silence.*

*“Okay great, when Purpose goes in let me know if you see any warning signs.”*

*“Yes, but he went in about 15 minutes ago. He said he had it handled so just let him handle it. I am under a nice tree and am going to take a nap. Wake me if he screws this up.”*

*For what seemed an eternity Asher stared out the window at the Bank, considering her options for how to react if things went wrong. It didn’t seem very spiritual to Bless a Tiefling robbing a Bank. Maybe a healing spell if things go too far off the rails or a Smiting Light if necessary. Worse case she could run out and start swinging her mace.*

*Finally she saw something. Behind the bank windows an inky black filled the air. Clearly no one inside could see anything. Again she rubbed the Seeing Stone.*

*“Seeker, this is Asher Underwood. Did you see that, it went dark inside the bank...wait now it’s light again. I think we should head in.”*

*“Purpose said he had it handled, give him time...Look there he is now.”*

*Sure enough a well dressed Tiefling slipped out of the bank and quickly disappeared into the streets below.*

*An hour later the trio met back at the Inn as planned, each of them surprised it had gone so well.*

*As they entered Purpose’s room he sat upon a fair sized chest with a smile upon his face. “See I told you I had it handled, the whole thing went off without a hitch. We got over 5000 gold pieces.”*

*With that he leapt up and, using his tail, threw open the chest which was brimming with Platinum Coins. “Just kidding. It was Twenty Thousand!” He laughed. “Man you two really are gullible, suckers. You are lucky I am honest and there is honour among thieves.”*