![]() She makes her own way, and has little use for laws and regulations, but is kind and benevolent. Tabaxi are generally Chaotic, and rarely Evil, so I've settled on a Chaotic Good alignment for Hen. Could a man hold the wind in his palm? If they came for her, she knew they could never catch her. She may have made a powerful enemy in the process, though she did not care. She was not one for being held down, and was certainly not one for evil scheming. She agreed, learned of their plans, and then abandoned them - going to accomplish the heists herself. The local thieves' guild made contact with Hen, and offered to give her more and more tests of speed should she assist them. Rumors of a figure moving faster than an eye blink through the dark of night attract all sorts of attention, even that of a shady sort. Could she run up walls? Across rooftops? Through the skies? The answer was yes, but in a city such a gift does not remain secret for long. She has traveled far from home, to the enormous human cities of the east, in order to put her speed to a true test - she could only run across flat sand so many times before seeking something more. The character is a tabaxi gifted with the rare boon of feline speed, akin to the cheetah (seriously, the speeds she reaches with this build are comparable to the cheetah's 88 mph sprint). ![]() ![]() So, I've determined that the Thief is the least popular of the PHB Rogue subclasses, and I am therefore determined to highlight its strengths: high mobility, high stealth and high versatility. This is a shame, as one of my current campaign's biggest baddies is a Rogue with the Thief subclass, and he took on the entire party by himself at just 9th level. Many love the Arcane Trickster for its gish capabilities, and others love the Assassin due to popularity from Critical Role and its additional bonuses to damage, though I never hear much talk about the Thief and it's extraordinary bonuses to speed and sneaking. I may yet do another Unloved Ultimate Rogue regarding the options from XGTE we shall see. So, this post is based off of my own experience in regards to the popularity of the Rogue subclasses, and for now I'm limiting myself to those presented in the PHB. Almost every single subclass is underused save for the Arcane Trickster and Swashbuckler, which are the most popular Rogue subclasses - this is known even without a poll. The poll that I have been using as a reference for subclass popularity (aside from my own experience) is strange when it comes to the Rogue class. The Concept: Build, Character, Backgrounds She had been born with the feline gift of speed, and amongst these titanic structures she found a true challenge: just how fast could she go? Hen sought a challenge, for deep in her bones lay the ache of a storm. No, Hen did not seek knowledge she was not one of those curious cat minstrels that sniffed about, mewling songs and tales for others' amusement. She scrambled up its side, digging her claws into it's bricks, already 100 feet above the ground. In but a few seconds, she had crossed the expanse, no more corporeal than the wind, and leapt to the tower wall. With a quick tense of her legs, Hen launched herself from the rooftop, and landed in a full sprint, her footpads hammering silently across the paved street. Hen smiled and flexed her claws, lowering herself into a familiar crouch. Three-hundred feet with no buildings for cover. There was a barren courtyard, decorated sparsely with plants, torches, and the occasional guard between where she crouched and the vertical stone wall of the minaret. They must, for what could lie across the frozen ocean and in the chilly taigas and tundras of the east that a cat could not obtain amongst the sand other than knowledge?Īs if to answer that silent question, Hen's mark loomed along the horizon: a tower that dwarfed the tiled roofs she clambered across. Most assume those tabaxi that venture forth from their tropical homeland posses the trait of curiosity. Yes, the Cat Lord gifted all of his children with one specific feline trait. As she suspected, the lone passersby at this hour of night were guards wholly unaware of her presence, only illuminated by the flickering torchlight of the stars. Her yellow eyes scanned the ground far below. She flung herself between rooftops, rolling into the shadows of chimneys and balcony rails, landing with not even a whisper. ![]() Hen of the Flock, Hen for short, was blessed with a covetous gift. ![]()
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