SIGIMUNDIS – Goblin rogue and sausage lover.

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The name is Sigimundis and I am a goblin. You know, green, small, highly unstable, and damn vicious. I don't usually do assassinations. After all, I'm a rogue not a killer. I'm after people's possessions, not their lives.

Excuse me; I am getting ahead of myself a bit now. I started out just stealing to make it through a day in the dregs of the city of Ravenhelm. It is a rather large city near the Krickback Mountains. Before the League of Thieves tweaked and molded my unique skills I was just a filthy street gobby. Now I am part of an elite four goblin squad of operatives within the League.

That sounds really official and impressive doesn’t it? Whatever... I was the best rogue they ever had, and simply excelled in the daily training and skill challenges. I also picked up various other trades from the members of the League. I absorbed everything from explosives, potion making, poisons, and trap construction to knitting. Yeah, I said knitting… even a rogue needs warm socks you know.

I learned some other tricks from them also, though of a decidedly different nature. Like how to fight, and kill. Your average rogue isn't cut out for confrontation and combat, but I like to think I can hold my own. That is enough about me for now, on to the meat of my tale.

I owed a favor to the guy. He was an old friend turned Ravenhelm Mage. I met Vainamoinen during a bachelor party for a ranger pal long ago. I move in odd circles, I know, but stick with me. I agreed to the job to thank him for not turning me in when Vainny joined the magic-conjuring wackos. He wanted to me to eliminate Rexnard Grogan, a major player in city government and a big fat obstacle in the Order of Mages bid for power. It's not as if he did it to get in good with his superiors; they would never know about it. The rules of the Order prohibit him from even speaking to anyone in the League. He did it out of sheer fanaticism and love for the Mages. I can't help but admire that. Plus he had to have known I was the best goblin for the job. I guess it goes to show you that even the Mages have their dark side, but not too dark. He's probably still meditating about it, maybe drinking, or actually both. You have to love a drunk wizard… you simply have to. Okay, back to the mission.