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While in the Goblin Chiefs hut......... The companions stand before the goblin chief in his ceremonial headdress. To most, this would appear as a crown made of mere discarded chicken and pheasant feathers, but this would be to your folly. Upon his head sits the great crown of the goblin chiefs handed down from father to son and often taken in combat. To them, this is a sacred crown and he who holds the crown holds power over the two hundred or more green skins in the makeshift village. The chief sits on his broken throne looking down on the companions. “Pale one you lie” he...

Sneaking from tree to tree, the two rogues moved with the practiced grace of shadow and silence. Only the keenest elven eye and ear could have picked them out from the foliage. Dirt, a wiry human scout with a scar across his left brow, led the way, his hand instinctively brushing against the hilt of his dagger. 

While in the crumbled temple at Big Rock... Dirt scanned the half-collapsed chamber, lit dimly by the pale green light that filtered in through cracks in the stone ceiling. Dust floated like lazy ghosts in the still air. Broken columns, half-covered frescoes, and piles of rubble told the story of a place once sacred and long forgotten. He grunted, brushing cobwebs off his shoulder and muttering, “I know these door kickers didn’t look hard enough.” He dropped to his knees, fingers combing through the dirt, prying up cracked tiles, tapping hollow stones, sniffing around like an old bloodhound chasing secrets....

IT'S A THIEVES' LIFE 2

This game material delves into the life of the thief. From back alleys and street corners to the gilded halls of high society, we explore them in all their glory and infamy. The book contains new tools, tricks, and cons to create memorable characters and run awesome games.