In the shadowed corners of Landis, where tales and fortunes intertwine, Feliz once stood unmatched, in his own opinion, as a master smuggler. His heart, as true as the gold he sought, guided him through the underworld’s maze with a clear creed: he prized gold above all, but never at the expense of a friend's trust, nor did he ever trade in weapons or slaves. His life was an exciting compilation of daring ventures and deep bonds, enriched by the pursuit of the arcane and forbidden, from the ports of Marinas even down to Okrun.
 
The rumour of the Deck of Many Things, a mythical artefact of immeasurable power, kindled an irresistible desire in Feliz. For him, the Deck was not merely an ancient relic; it was the pinnacle of risks, a promise of a future with unimaginable riches. After securing the exclusive rights to this prize from a mysterious client in the north, he awaited its arrival in Landis, concealed within a simple shipment of wool and rice.
The eve of the auction found Feliz in the grip of restless anticipation. The Deck, so close within reach, whispered temptations too sweet to ignore. "What harm in just one card?" he pondered, little knowing that this whim would unravel his world, leaving him not only bereft of his fortunes but also without "el Gato Muerto," his cherished sloop that had sailed countless adventures by his side. In that impulsive moment, Feliz's aspirations dissipated, leaving him to grapple with the consequences of his folly.
And thus, his ruin was wrought. Stripped of everything but the Deck in his hands, Feliz stood alone, a beacon for fortune hunters in a city teeming with whispers of the magical deck. His possession was short-lived; a band of sailors, drawn by the rumours, relieved him of the Deck. Awakening in a hospice, Feliz was greeted by tales of an auction that had transformed an obscure sailor into Landis's newest magnate, a man now living in luxury that should have been his, surrounded by the very crew Feliz once considered family.
 
A year of fruitless efforts to recapture his former splendour left Feliz acquainted with the harsh flavour of defeat. His every attempt to confront the new magnate of Landis was rebuffed, reducing him to a mere wraith in the alleys of a city that once basked in his alleged infamy. At his lowest, when despair nearly claimed his spirit, Feliz contemplated a daunting venture: to seek out the Deck's original owner for aid, or anything that might restore a fragment of his shattered world.
 
On his journey north, amidst this turmoil, Feliz encountered a carriage, too lavish for the humble road it travelled. Within sat a woman of unnatural allure, her mane a cascade of fiery red, who knew of Feliz's exploits with unnerving accuracy. Her offer, a chance to reclaim his legacy, was accepted with a desperation born of obsession. As quickly as it had appeared, the carriage vanished, leaving Feliz with nothing but the company of an imp he affectionately named Porci Roja.
 
With Porci's sly, cunning, and hungry eyes upon him, Feliz embarks on a journey shadowed by the spectres of his past decisions. The allure of wealth and the thrill of risk accompany his every step. Yet, beneath the surface of his current quest, the yearning to recover "El Gato Muerto", seek revenge, and polish the tarnish from his name ignites a fire within him.