A traveling salesman, Tomas' pathetic career followed the same track for years: Find a town. Try to sell wares. Get run out of town. It was a meager existence. Lost in the woods and desperate one winter, Tomas struck a deal with a Krampus. He acquired a blessed pack sure to contain the perfect item every time. Whatever a customer required would be there in Tomas' inventory. In return, why, all he'd have to do was snatch a few wayward children and throw them in the pack before skipping town. Who would miss an orphan, after all, and little tots went missing into the dark black forest all the time. That wasn't so much to ask! And that part about eternal damnation and cursed items and acting as a willing human host for a monstrous demonic entity, well, that was all fine print Tomas could work
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| - A traveling salesman, Tomas' pathetic career followed the same track for years: Find a town. Try to sell wares. Get run out of town. It was a meager existence. Lost in the woods and desperate one winter, Tomas struck a deal with a Krampus. He acquired a blessed pack sure to contain the perfect item every time. Whatever a customer required would be there in Tomas' inventory. In return, why, all he'd have to do was snatch a few wayward children and throw them in the pack before skipping town. Who would miss an orphan, after all, and little tots went missing into the dark black forest all the time. That wasn't so much to ask! And that part about eternal damnation and cursed items and acting as a willing human host for a monstrous demonic entity, well, that was all fine print Tomas could work
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| - Traveling merchant, tinker, cobbler, tailor, barterer, banker, pawnbroker, scribe, poet, and gossip
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| - Preferred Method of Roleplaying: Drawing primarily, but writing is so much faster sometimes.
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| - A traveling salesman, Tomas' pathetic career followed the same track for years: Find a town. Try to sell wares. Get run out of town. It was a meager existence. Lost in the woods and desperate one winter, Tomas struck a deal with a Krampus. He acquired a blessed pack sure to contain the perfect item every time. Whatever a customer required would be there in Tomas' inventory. In return, why, all he'd have to do was snatch a few wayward children and throw them in the pack before skipping town. Who would miss an orphan, after all, and little tots went missing into the dark black forest all the time. That wasn't so much to ask! And that part about eternal damnation and cursed items and acting as a willing human host for a monstrous demonic entity, well, that was all fine print Tomas could work out later. And so business was good. The money came in, but Tomas never stuck around any one place too long lest customers start to wonder about their bad luck or missing children. They might start pointing fingers, or worse, pitchforks. So Tomas stays on the move. Leaving Streitstadt, however, has proved to be challenging. Something always delays him: the river floods. The bridge collapses. A tree falls on the road. Piles of corpses appear. He'll make it out sometime soon, hopefully before his money runs out or his sins catch up with him.
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