Years and countless raids passed and before too long Scarlet was merely another lost champion recounted in fireside stories.Īs time passes, change comes, and life for the Bandits was in flux. Then it happened, word came back from one of Scarlet’s raid parties that she had fallen in battle, her body taken by the King’s Guard as bounty. By the time she had barely entered adulthood, Scarlet’s raids were a thing of legend and her usefulness and enthusiasm saw her flourish among the miscreants. Naturally, her favorite targets were unscrupulous merchants and the fineries and jewelry she plundered from their caravans. She learnt fast and soon found herself at home awaiting caravans, weapon at the ready. Every time she found herself in the mud at the backhand of some hotheaded bandit battlemaiden, kicked out of the dinner line, or catching Slantfang’s seedy gaze, she would remember that old crone’s words… “above all to rule all.” Now in Slantfang’s pack, she was thrust mercilessly into danger, death and a countless number of dishonorable deeds. Ripped from high society into the company of murderous forest ruffians, Scarlet was to become one of them. Slantfang, rich with arrogance, knocked the crone to the ground, leaving her by the side of the road as the convoy moved on, an incredulous, raucous laughter leaving with it. Spotting Scarlet in shackles by Slantfang’s side, she prophesied that the child would be his undoing, one day rising above all odds to rule all. On the road back to camp, Slantfang’s convoy came upon an old crone. He was no ordinary dog, but King to one of the seven bandit tribes of Armello the raiders of the Ashen Forest.
The victor of that card game was a Dalmatian, whom the village folk called Slantfang. Quite impressively both a wealthy merchant and a terrible gambler, one particularly unlucky night he bought his freedom with his daughter’s life.
"Born to a noble family, Scarlet was thrust onto destiny’s path by her drunk, unrepentant father. As a member of the Bandit Clan, she is unaffiliated with any other species-related group, nor a member of any particular society save her partners in crime.
She carries a cutlass with accompanying leather scabbard strapped to her side, always at the ready to aid in all her pillaging and plundering activities. Scarlet is a wily-looking red fox sporting a black and white low cut romani-style dress with a gold necklace and bracelets.
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