ABEL THE SMUGGLER
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Int   +1   +1  Shrewd
Per   +2   +3  Watchful
Str   +1   +1  Wiry
Sta   +1   +1  Rustical
Pre    -    -
Com   -1   -1  Taciturn
Dex   +1   +1  Deft
Qik   +1   +1  Quick-Heeled

Virtues
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Petty Outlaw            +0

Flaws
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-                        -

Age 30 (60 eps.)

Abilities
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Brawl-1 (Dagger)                      Free
Single Weapon-2 (Axe)                    3
Shield and Weapon-1 (Buckler)            1
Chain Weapons-1 (Net)                    1
Two Weapons-1 (Two Axes)                 1
Great Weapons-1 (Quarterstaff)           1
Thrown Weapons-1 (Sling)                 1
Athletics-1 (Running)                    1
Awareness-3 (Alertness)                  6
Charm-1 (Backchat)                       1
Climb-1 (Burglary)                       1
Folk Ken-2 (Townsfolk)                   3
Guile-2 (Fast Talk)                      3
Legerdemain-3 (Filching)                 6
Stealth-2 (Hide)                         3
Bargain-3 (Smuggled Goods)               6
Carouse-1 (Games of Chance)           Free
Etiquette-1 (Peasants)                   1
Survival-2 (River Valleys)               3
Swim-2 (Diving)                          3
Boating-3 (Quiet Work)                   6
Wagoneering-1 (Rough Terrain)            1
AL: N.French Rivers-3 (Smuggling Lore)   6
OL: Road Wardens-1 (Personalities)       1
Speak French-4 (Merchant Jargon)      Free
Speak Breton-1 (Merchant Jargon)         1

Background
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Born to a poor peasant family on the fringes of society, Abel gravitated 
into illegality with no great difficulty. He became something of an all-
round rogue, with a wide range of frankly mediocre skills, and a 
willingness to do whatever he had to in order to live. He's by no means a 
vicious fellow, and he's certainly never killed for money, but he has a 
rather uncaring attitude to life and death. (He's a medieval proletarian 
- what do you expect?) This has kept him cheerful through recent events.

His last career involved by-passing various tiresome tolls and duties 
imposed by crown and nobility, especially on river-based trade. 
Basically, he and his large group of friends would ship valuables in 
hidden compartments in shipping barrels, or move them on and off boats as 
seemed appropriate. This actually made him quite popular with many 
people, except for those employed to collect tolls and duties.

The forces of law eventually caught up with the smuggling band; torturing 
names and locations out of each prisoner, they soon reduced Abel's large 
group of friends to a small group of friends. Abel, lucky or alert, got 
out the rear window of an inn as the men-at-arms were coming in the front 
door, and decided to lie low for a while.

Then he remembered that some of his best (if strangest) customers didn't 
seem to care much about the laws of the nobility. Getting in touch with 
some grogs he knew, he discovered that a bunch of those wizards were 
forming a new holding over in Brittany. Presumably, they'll have a need 
for reliable supplies of exotic goods - and a strong, willing arm rarely 
goes amiss, either. Not that honest employment exactly appeals, but it 
can have its temporary advantages.