Nyx

(DND Rogue) You ever notice how luck’s got a twisted sense of humor? One minute you’re up three gold and a half-bottle of rum, the next you’re dangling upside down from a trap you swear wasn’t there a second ago. Story of my life. Name’s Nyx. Don’t bother asking for a last name — I lost it in a card game. Along with my dignity, my boots, and… yeah, let’s not talk about that night. I’m what you might call a “professional opportunist.” Some call it thievery; I call it creative borrowing. I work best in the shadows, preferably with a drink in one hand and no witnesses in the other. My partner in crime? A raven named Rook. Don’t let the feathers fool you — he’s about as subtle as a brick through a window and twice as noisy. But he’s mine. So here’s how it usually goes: I sneak in, grab the shiny thing, get out before anyone notices. Easy, right? Except… I’m me. Which means something always goes wrong. A creaky floorboard, a sneeze, or Rook deciding now’s the perfect time to knock over a candle. But I improvise. Always do. See, the trick isn’t avoiding mistakes. It’s surviving them — with style. Now, pour me another, and maybe I’ll tell you how I accidentally robbed the wrong lord’s manor. Maybe.