D&D: Exploits of a Silver Tongued Witch

(Game mode is recommended. Some things might not make sense without it.)

Prologue

You are a tall woman with light skin, brown eyes, and shoulder-length blonde hair tied into a ponytail. Despite your non-threatening appearance, you are one of the most dangerous people most people will meet in their lives. You are an adventuring sorceress, empowered with a divine soul by the fortunate timing of your birth then honed into a powerful spellcaster by your travels. However, despite your potent magic, you prefer to rely on your wits and guile to get what you want. You consider any quest completed without a single spell cast or drop of blood shed to be a success, and often find that words can be as powerful a tool as a fireball.

You have little need for weapons or armor, and instead travel the world alone in exquisite clothing made from the finest silks and gems, with a wand on one hip and a dagger on the other, leaving a trail of broken hearts and empty coffers in your wake. Some of them want to hunt you down. Some of them hurt you. But so far, you've evaded them all.

Your story begins in the city of Neverwinter, a metropolis on the Sword Coast bustling with people of every race and creed. You've been taking time off from your career to enjoy your riches for several months now, but with your supply of gold running low, it's time to get back out on the road again.

It's time to find some way to make money.

Opening
Your eyes flutter open as you slowly awake from a nights rest, sun rays glancing over your eyes through cracks in the blinds. You frown, wrapped up in a thick duvet, desiring only to to stay in the warmth comfort of your bed. With a grunt of willpower, you throw the blanket away, sitting up and placing your bare feet on the soft carpet beside the bed. Your hair is unkempt, and your clothing strewn across the room. Before putting your clothes on, you look yourself over in the mirror, brushing your hair up over your shoulder and frowning. After some consideration, you decide a bath would be in order before proceeding. After all, you're in no hurry.

It's cost you an obscene amount of money to stay in this place, but you sorely needed the break, and The Jester's Crown is the most expensive Inn in the city. But with the emptying of your purse comes time to go out into the world once more, and pick up where you left off

Two hours later, you're fully dressed with your hair tied up, and stepping out into the cold mid morning air of the cities Bluelake district, looking every part like a beautiful, well made up sorceress prepared for travel.