The Rusted Fang

Est. 2025 Half-Elf Rogue

The Rusted Fang

Selka never openly admits to the provenance of her goods but is known to slip cryptic hints about their origins. She has a nervous tick of flicking her wrist, a...

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Shopkeeper

Selka Virelan, a Half-Elf Rogue (Lvl 14)

Keeper's Species

Half-Elf

4 Armor3 Weapons2 Misc1 PotionsEst. 2k gp

Shop Inventory

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Armor4

A battered half-plate armor with a dozen patched dents and scratches, yet still sturdy enough to offer solid protection.

AC +13Due to sustained damage, disadvantage on Stealth checks while wearing.

A heavy iron shield with burn marks and numerous dings, salvaged from a collapsed keep.

AC +2Once per long rest, can be slammed to create a loud bang, masking noise and granting +2 to Intimidation checks.

Basic leather armor, cracked and faded but offers some protection while allowing mobility.

AC +11

A tattered cloak that slightly shimmers when danger approaches, giving the wearer a magical ward.

AC +1 bonus to AC and saving throws while worn.
Weapons3

A one-handed sword with a darkened blade, its edge chipped but usable; balance feels off but it still cuts.

Atk Occasionally, minor sparks fly when swung near flint or stone.

A finely balanced dagger that seems to absorb light; its edge shimmers with dark energy.

Atk Once per day, the wielder can cast *Darkness* centered on the dagger for 1 minute.

A shortsword forged partly from cold iron, useful against fey or certain spirits.

Atk Deals an additional + damage to fey creatures.
Miscellaneous2

An oily liquid in a stubby flask, used to coat weapons to deal extra fire damage on hit.

+ fire damage on next successful weapon hit, lasts for 1 minute or until consumed.

A box of twenty mismatched bolts, some bent but serviceable.

Potions1

A small vial filled with a faintly glowing red liquid that restores a bit of vitality.

Heal 30 HP
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Selka Virelan

Half-ElfRogueLvl 14

Shop Atmosphere

Selka never openly admits to the provenance of her goods but is known to slip cryptic hints about their origins. She has a nervous tick of flicking her wrist, as if checking for a hidden blade, and insists customers barter in whispered tones, wary of city guards and rival gangs alike.
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