Charlatan
No one knows how and when the efreeti blood encounter the Rabaq family line. The parents of Tarabas, primers from the city of Lankhmar, were forced to leave their hometown upon the birth of their peculiar child.
Tarabas’s father, Caslav, was a very gifted musician and poet, and they flee to the city of Sigil, under the patronage of Estavan, Merchant Lord of Sigil.
There the young Tarabas began studying music and poetry under the guidance of his father. Tarabas’s mother, Nevara, never gets used to the strange life in the City of Doors, and passed away caught by a fever a few years after their arrival.
He and his father began to grew distant, and the teenage Tarabas began to scour the street of Sigil, finding unpleasant companies.
He got in touch with Rule-of-Three, a fiendish swindler. The honeyed tongue and the charming smile of Tarabas were exploited by Rule-of-Three for his frauds. He taught him the art of forgery and disguise, selling faux relics and holy artifacts to Sigil’s high society. They posed as beggars, pious acolyte, learned scholars and exotic merchants. The association with Rule-of-Three definitively decided the separation between Tarabas and his famous father.
Upon reaching adulthood, Tarabas’s father died and he began to consider again his life and his purpose in the world. He parted ways with Rule-of-Three and start again to study and perform, continuing the legacy of his father’s art. He also joined the Society of Sensation, lured by their way of thinking and finding their beliefs very well suited for his personal view of the life and the multiverse.
From time to time he indulges again in the old habits, more as a test of skills and wit, than for profit. He likes to enthrall old ladies and fat merchants only for the sheer pleasure and amusement of his cleverness .
Even now however the shadow of his father’s grandeur prevents Tarabas to enjoy his new life to the fullest. No matter what he does, it's never good enough. He cannot help but see in his victories many little defeats and failures. If he was stronger, smarter, faster, or more powerful, maybe he could be better. However, stuck in his father’s shadow, Tarabas always feels destined to failure.
HERE you can bask in his wittiness.
Death (session 12): Frozen by a cone of cold spell cast by the half-elf Kayle, a Mercykiller mage
HERE you can bask in his wittiness.
Death (session 12): Frozen by a cone of cold spell cast by the half-elf Kayle, a Mercykiller mage
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