<div class="floatleft">(http://www.drakonis.org/uploads/7/v/0/7v0ng7m0e3/2010/09/23/20100923140525-f61c0dcf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">Half-Elf Rogue:</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Lebanon Faltir</span></span><br/><em>Master of Locks and Thievery</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8636); 10 HP (Current 10); AC 15<br/>Bolts:  10 in quiver<br/><hr/><br/><strong>Court Transcript, Transcribed from Shorthand by A. Leister for the Honourable Barrister Pennilock Fern, of Fern, Noble &amp; Noble, offices Sacrafel, regarding Mr. Lebanon Faltir, son of a slave, a half-blood, who was arrested on four counts of burglary, this afternoon, the 18th of June, in the year ----</strong><br/><br/><strong>Examiner</strong>:  I call Mr. Lebanon Faltir to the stand.<br/><br/><strong>Judge</strong>:  Mr. Faltir.<br/><br/><em>Lebanon rises, approaches and is sworn in.</em><br/><br/><strong>Bailiff</strong>:  Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, no matter what?<br/><br/><strong>Lebanon</strong>:  Aw, shove it.<br/><br/><strong>Judge</strong>:  Mr. Faltir!  Do you dare?  In my court?<br/><br/><strong>Lebanon</strong>:  You're wig's too tight, blondie.  You must've not heard me.  I said 'shove it.'<br/><br/><strong>Judge</strong>:  Take him to a cell!  I hold you in contempt, Mr. Faltir!  Unless you can behave, unless you can behave in a civilized manner in my court room, you shall not see the light of day.<br/><br/><strong>Lebanon</strong>:  Good!  I'm a night person anyways.<br/><br/><em>Lebanon is dragged off by the bailiff and two constables, as he screams:  "Away to Merryville, Away; I'm a little saint, a little saint, who went to Merryville all Day!"  Then he laughs, and the Ladies in the court all bear the countenances of terror.</em><br/><br/><strong>The Next Day</strong><br/><br/><em>Faltir enters, accompanied by guards.  He appears to have taken a beating.  Still, he is smiling.</em><br/><br/><strong>Judge:</strong>Ah, I see you're doing better.<br/><br/><strong>Examiner:</strong>Your honor, I insist that we carry on the proceedings.  Mr. Faltir is incorrigible, and is prone to outbursts, but time is of the essence.<br/><br/><strong>Judge:</strong>Yes, I am aware of your employer's... needs.  Very well.  Mr. Faltir, you will speak when you are spoken to.  You will answer questions.  If you do not, you shall be beaten until you do.  But it would be best if you didn't sully my court with your blood.  Is that clear?<br/><br/><strong>Faltir:</strong>Crystal.<br/><br/><strong>Judge:</strong>Very good.  Now, Inquisitor, you may proceed.<br/><br/><strong>Examiner:</strong>Thank you, your honor.  Sir, for the record, please state your name.<br/><br/><strong>Faltir:</strong>Lebanon Faltir.<br/><br/><strong>Examiner:</strong>And are you a slave?<br/><br/><strong>Faltir:</strong>No.<br/><br/><strong>Examiner:</strong>Are you certain?<br/><br/><strong>Faltir:</strong>Yes.<br/><br/><strong>Examiner:</strong>But I have here that you are the bastard son of a slave, a pleasure elf.  Here is the certificate of your birth, and the certificate indicating that you belong to a noble, his eminence, Count Devon.  Is that not so?<br/><br/><strong>Faltir:</strong>No.<br/><br/><strong>Examiner:</strong>Do you refute the evidence?<br/><br/><strong>Faltir:</strong>No.  I just don't think that they're very important.<br/><br/><strong>Examiner:</strong>Ha!  But they are important, Mr. Faltir.  Documents such as these, they are important to society!  Why, what of property?  What of citizenry?  If it weren't for these documents, there wouldn't be wealth.  Only common rabble.  And we can't have that, can we?<br/><br/><strong>Faltir:</strong>The only common thing in here is you, you fat son of a bitch.<br/><br/><strong>Examiner:</strong>Testy!  Your honor, please--<br/><br/><strong>Judge:</strong>Noted.  Guards?<br/><br/><em>The guards beat Faltir down with clubs.  He is injured, but still smiling.</em><br/><br/><strong>Faltir:</strong>Ha ha ha ha ha.<br/><br/><strong>Examiner:</strong>And what is so funny, Mr. Faltir?<br/><br/><strong>Faltir:</strong>This.  This is funny.  It's hilarious.  This circus.  This trial.  I know I'm dead as I stand.  If it weren't for your precious stones, I would already be underground.  But you'll never get them back.  A portion of your wealth just went up in smoke.  Disappeared.  Never to be used by the likes of you again.  No, ha ha ha, to be used against you.  If only you hadn't done away with the Gods!  If only you hadn't disappeared those who could wield magic!  Perhaps then you might get a shred of information from me.  But your ignorance, your indignation, all of these have doomed you.<br/><br/><strong>Examiner:</strong>So you are not a common thief?  You are one of these anarchists?<br/><br/><strong>Faltir:</strong>Anarchist?  No.<br/><br/><strong>Examiner:</strong>But you hate the nobility!<br/><br/><strong>Faltir:</strong>Yes.  I passionately hate all of you.  I wouldn't give you my urine if you were dying of thirst.<br/><br/><strong>TBC:  Will Update on this Post</strong><br/>