Mystic. Who needs bards anyway?

>>855162
Summoner!

Because we look like we're doing some kind of sneaky rogue stuff, so let's go loud and dump glowing monsters on them instead. Best plan.

>>855166
>>855164
You're a Summoner Mystic. That sounds like it'd be a broken combination, but given how much practice and life experience you need to be effective at anything all you can really do is summon your familiar, read surface-level thoughts, and move small objects if you're really really focusing.

[Choose species]
-hodgepodge
-revenant
-Hodge-podge
-human
-[insert race here]

>>855168
BONUS:
describe familiar

>>855168
>>855169
Revenant with a moth familiar

Hodge-podge, not at all like one of those disgusting lower-class hodgepodges.
Your familiar is a skink. You liked the idea of a snake, but wanted something with limbs so it didn't have to grab stuff in its mouth all the time. You came up with the worst possible compromise in the process.
BAGEERA is constantly nagging you, but only because she deeply worries about you and your self-destructive behaviors.

>>855171
[Hodgepodge chosen]
An unfortunate blight of MAGIC radiation it is then! You have a number of horrific disfigurements that glow in the dark and sometimes scream of their own accord.

This is thankfully regarded as a normal thing by most members of society and there's a plethora of topical creams, muffler masks, and niche pornography to help you normalize.

As a tradeoff, you have a lot more arms than most people and a few extra organs. You can take a hit, and dole out several more.

Your kind is also plagued with mild delusions, though that is to be expected when the sinister tendrils of MAGIC is involved.

Your familiar is a skink with some moth-like attributes, a gift from your BEST FRIEND courtesy of the local taxidermist.
Turns out you can stich parts of souls together in the process of familiarizing corpses, so now you have a small shitty lizard snake thing that flies and constantly harps on you about tucking in your shirt.

[Pick Gender]
-male
-female
-both
-neither
-other

[Pick former social strata]
-Rich
-Middling
-Poor
This affects the people you will be best able to consort with. For example, common rabble will tend to put nobility on guard, while nobility does the same for the rabble. Middle class excels at neither, but also doesn't sport a debuff against negotiations for either.

-Female
-Poor
Remember, when the walls start to scream, you scream right back til they shut up.

>so now you have a small shitty lizard snake thing that flies and constantly harps on you about tucking in your shirt
Simply wonderful.

>>855174
Seconding poor female. I mean, we are a multi-armed freak with a lizard moth, the nobles were never gonna be happy to see us anyways.

>>855175
This is a normal thing for this world. If anything, the nobility has a higher concentration of Hodgepodges because they can afford mage tutelage, at this point they're a fact of life and some circles deeply enjoy gaining new extraneous limbs.

STILL, that doesn't change the consequences of your low social strata. It does things to a person, being poor. You tend to be warmer towards those in need, and callous towards those you perceive as well-to-do.

While you tend to struggle to make ends meet, you've gotten good at managing what money you do come into and get along well with the more criminal elements of society. Unfortunately, thanks to your association with Ặ᝴ψ἞UNDEFINEDẶጷ you've garnered your own reputation with the upper class only amplified by your cutpurse tendencies.

Still, things could be worse. They could always be worse, and you can go into specifics how at the drop of a hat.

You are:
A female Hodgepodge mystic/summoner.
Your current companion is a moth/skink hybrid named 'Bageera'

Finally, what is your name?

Shiva, or Sheev to your friends. Of which you have none.

skeria

>>855179
Your name is Sheev, and you're a bit of a cynic.

Growing up in the streets does that already, but it's not exactly helped along by your lack of peripheral vision or the ability to hear people on your left. They make charms for these issues, but you've never been well-off enough to afford them. Sucks to be you.

To make up for it though, you have a little face on your shoulder that screams tortuously and often obscenely right into both your ears when not charmed into submission.

What you DO actually have going for you is an unimposing physique hiding borderline herculean strength, three arms, and several retractable fingers. You're rather hard to restrain, and you once held an entire inactive floater stone aloft while one of your cohorts chipped the pricey activation matrix out of place.

That's neither here nor there though.

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Your friend, Ặ᝴ψ἞UNDEFINEDẶጷ, just died a pretty gnarly death. It was all up in the papers.

You're honestly surprised, you thought they'd had enough paranoid contingency plans to survive the awakening of another old god. And yet, here he was, dead. And also bringing a lot of heat down on you, as one of his most prominent consorts.

Perhaps you should have found better ways to be an activist than trying to make your best friend a prime candidate for a martyrdom.

While they're busy being a 'symbol for the oppressed', however, you need to bug out. There's usually only one place viable for political fugitives of your caliber, and thanks to your friend's paranoid tendencies you had one of a seldom few treasured entry keys.

Shantytown.

The Stacks.

"That crime-sodden hell pit run by the mad traitor wizard."

There's a lot of names for the place, none of them exactly glowing reviews. Still, it's better than a place people are ACTIVELY vying for your head in a stockade under a very dull blade.

Thanks to your experience with certain parties being interested in your demise or suffering, you're able to keep a level enough head to make a gameplan.

The gates to the Stacks are well-guarded, and you'll need information to find the location. However, people want you dead, and those people won't be easy to fend off on your own.

You have some guesses as to where they might be, but confirmation is definitely preferable to wasting time on poking at rumors. However, if you drop what little money you have on informants, you won't have enough to hire some mercenaries to defend you from the guards and assassins during your escape.

Which do you choose?

-information (saves time, expensive, leaves you defenseless apart from your basic gear)
-Defense (Leaves you poking at rumors, and there's no guarantee they'll stick around past the first guess.)

Information. You don't need any hired hands!

>>855193
Information