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The Gilded Hand is based in Liath | |||
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===== The Fingers ===== | ===== The Fingers ===== | ||
'''Dorian Vane''', the Face, a rakish male half-elf, older than he looks with pitch black hair just past his shoulders and a wardrobe worth more than people's homes. Charming and unflappable, he is capable of reading people like scholars read books, cover to cover in minutes and has a stellar memory for names, titles and secrets, able of talking past locked doors, into exclusive galas and out of trouble. Dorian isn't great with weapons but never needs them anyway, he raises an eyebrow and waits for the mark to make a mistake. | |||
'''Serevyn Larkspur''', The Forger, a quiet and unassuming female elf, mouse brown hair she keeps back in a simple ponytail and plain, neutral clothes with slightly ink-stained fingers. She is meticulous but solitary, and can replicate any handwriting after seeing it once; able to forge any document: invitations to events, deeds to properties that never sold, letters between nobles. She keeps a private collection of many noble seals across the continent, including three that have been lost. | |||
'''Gad Enqwo''', The Analyst, an older male tortle with mossy green skin and amber eyes, with a weathered, scarred shell, covered in faded carvings he doesn't talk about. He moves with a deliberate slowness, never hurried or flustered and he carries a gnarled walking staff he doesn't need, giving the impression of a slow, old tortle to get the answers he needs. He maintains a network of informants across the city, however most of them would call him a friend, unaware of the quiet cunning behind his tired eyes. | |||
'''Casper Wren''', The Ghost, a young, lean, non-binary human with short, dark brown hair and grey eyes, they wears exclusively dark, form fitting clothes that allow the flexibility they needs to do their job. They goes where no one is supposed to go, scaling walls and slipping through windows without a sound, speaking rarely and only when absolutely necessary, their tools are custom made and kept in perfect condition. Their personal rule: if you hear me, I've already failed. | |||
'''Korvus Ironhand''', The Muscle, a older but built human male, he keeps his head shaved and his skin covered in scars and tattoos from his years working with The Gilded Hand. His ability to end a fight before it starts is far more valuable than his fists, his voice a low rumble designed for intimidation, but should a fight begin, there is no one better to be on your side, the guild's contingency plan made flesh. He carries no weapons, he has never needed one. | |||
===== The Knuckles ===== | ===== The Knuckles ===== | ||
Latest revision as of 08:50, 16 August 2026
The Gilded Hand is a small thieves
Location
The Gilded Hand is based in Liath
Sectors
Leadership
Structure
The Gilded Palm: Leader
The Fingers: Five core operatives with different specialties
The Knuckles: Junior members or apprentices who assist on jobs or are training up
Members
Leader
The Gilded Palm, Stabby, a kenku of undetermined age, appears a bit young to be the leader of a guild
The Fingers
Dorian Vane, the Face, a rakish male half-elf, older than he looks with pitch black hair just past his shoulders and a wardrobe worth more than people's homes. Charming and unflappable, he is capable of reading people like scholars read books, cover to cover in minutes and has a stellar memory for names, titles and secrets, able of talking past locked doors, into exclusive galas and out of trouble. Dorian isn't great with weapons but never needs them anyway, he raises an eyebrow and waits for the mark to make a mistake.
Serevyn Larkspur, The Forger, a quiet and unassuming female elf, mouse brown hair she keeps back in a simple ponytail and plain, neutral clothes with slightly ink-stained fingers. She is meticulous but solitary, and can replicate any handwriting after seeing it once; able to forge any document: invitations to events, deeds to properties that never sold, letters between nobles. She keeps a private collection of many noble seals across the continent, including three that have been lost.
Gad Enqwo, The Analyst, an older male tortle with mossy green skin and amber eyes, with a weathered, scarred shell, covered in faded carvings he doesn't talk about. He moves with a deliberate slowness, never hurried or flustered and he carries a gnarled walking staff he doesn't need, giving the impression of a slow, old tortle to get the answers he needs. He maintains a network of informants across the city, however most of them would call him a friend, unaware of the quiet cunning behind his tired eyes.
Casper Wren, The Ghost, a young, lean, non-binary human with short, dark brown hair and grey eyes, they wears exclusively dark, form fitting clothes that allow the flexibility they needs to do their job. They goes where no one is supposed to go, scaling walls and slipping through windows without a sound, speaking rarely and only when absolutely necessary, their tools are custom made and kept in perfect condition. Their personal rule: if you hear me, I've already failed.
Korvus Ironhand, The Muscle, a older but built human male, he keeps his head shaved and his skin covered in scars and tattoos from his years working with The Gilded Hand. His ability to end a fight before it starts is far more valuable than his fists, his voice a low rumble designed for intimidation, but should a fight begin, there is no one better to be on your side, the guild's contingency plan made flesh. He carries no weapons, he has never needed one.