Rempick

Welp... lessee... we'll begin at the beginning... way back when... the 33rd day of Lirisa, 338 I was born or sos I was told. I dunno where, why or when... or even to whom... but that don't seem to matter much.

See, I've always been blessed (cursed?) with a bad memry... which makes a lotta this tale be jumbled and pieced together from what I been told in the past. But anywho...

The Rookfuts took me in... they never told me how I turned up, just simply that I did... always called it fate myself... and I grew up with them and their son, Crysen. They were a great famly, though I don't member much bout the times when I was sos young.

They only spoke common, and sos I grew up learning it and wouldn't learn this common tongue till much laters in life.

But anywho, Crysen and I got long great... we became brothers in the truest sense and stuck together like milk and cookies. He was four years my senior, and showed me the ropes to living in the Dale as we called it... Arthe Dale the the rest of the world. Many days spent at the swimming hole, playing round that tree, and causing general mischief round the town (we were never exactly good).

Round the age of five... or was it six? Anywho... something like that... Ma and Pa let me choose my name after telling me the story bout how fate brought me to em... and sos I blurted out, "Rempick!" and they greed that it was a fine name for me (though I still dunno why) and then "Snarfblat!" shortly thereafter. Crysen laughed and teased me bout it occasionally... but eventually (a few years laters) it was accepted and commonplace for me to be known as that instead of "that strange Rookfutish lad."
   
Occasionally, Uncle Pellyn, Warrior Mage as he told, would come to visit and tell a few tales (but mostly to eat). He was always kinda the odd sort... never really seemed like a mage to me or Crysen... but his stories were good... and he was five years our elder, sos we went long with it (though to this day I swear he was more a the shifty sort). This inspired dreams of the Crossing and the other lands in Crysen and me. We both always talked bout em and made up as ifn we were powerful mages and suchly killing evil gobbins and dragons.

To make a long story shorter (though not short by any means), Crysen left the Dale at the age of 18 (I think it was in Moliko)... not even in his tweens, while I stayed home with our Ma and Pa, and helped em out with the chores and gardens.

Time passed... very slowly without im, but a year laters he returned to tell his tales (and what tales he told!). All bout the Bard's Guild of Crossing and how he'd learned to sing, play instruments, and hunted those big things called rock trolls. It was a grand homecoming, celebrated with a Rookfut famly feast. I swear I musta gained a few pounds that day... but seeing Crysen gin was a great gift. Sadly, he left after a week to return to his studies and training.

Time passed...

Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer... I had to go find my fortune in the world... even though I was only 16 (and barely that) sos I told the Rookfut's my idea... to go see the realms, and meet peoples unlike anything I'd ever seen in the Dale... the S'kras I heard bout, Gor'Togs, and even short people like us, but hairer, the Dwarven folk.

Sos on that fated day in the fourth month of 354 I set out to find the world and myself. I joined a couple of the guilds... the Traders, and the Bards... but neither of em really suited me (plus Imaar was too arrogant, and Silvryfrost too... welp... Silvryfrost). One day... I heard rumors bout the Thieves' Guild... and subsequently paid with a bit of coin in my pockets. I was always fascinated with boxes... it became an overwhelming obsession... sos I laid down my lyre and flute on the shelf in the Bard's Guild... said laters to all my friends... and went in search of the elusive guild only rumored to exist.

Looking back... all I can say is that Phelim guided me to em... and has guided me ever since, whether I was listening or no... and the rest, as they say, is histry.

Ooh... one last thing... I was dreaming one night... dreaming bout boxes and locks (as usual) and bout being a famous locksmith... and a voice said to me, "To unlock dreams... one only needs the key." I've lived by it ever since (that and the things I was taught at home in the Dale).

To unlock dreams... I think it that's the kinda locksmith I'd wanna be... one only needs the key... and sos I'm still trying to figger it out.


By my hand,

Rempick Snarfblat