Sir Tibbles of the Nine Lives

Sir Tibbles is in exceptional health, lean, limber, and deceptively strong for a creature who spends half his time napping in sunbeams and the other half robbing crypts. His movements are fluid, deliberate, and almost unnervingly silent. He has the physique of a cat who has never once missed a leap or second-guessed a decision.   His fur is always immaculate, either by obsessive grooming or sheer magical spite. No scars mar his face, though a faint nick in one ear and a few white hairs near his left flank suggest he’s had close calls. His claws are sharp, his reflexes sharper, and his tail twitches exactly when someone is about to make a terrible decision.   He’s a perfect specimen of smug, ambulatory confidence. If you ask him? “Peak condition, thank you. Better than you.”

Pouch of Endless Pocket Things

Sewn into the side of his harness, this enchanted pouch holds small objects far beyond its actual size: notes, lockpicks, gold pieces, one (1) cursed ring, and several pieces of jerky. No one knows how he organizes it. He claims “the socks go at the bottom.”  

Fitted Leather Harness

Custom-made by a sympathetic halfling tanner. Light, durable, and designed for maximum mobility. Multiple loops and pouches are sewn in along the sides—tight enough to not snag when slinking through fences or pipes. The harness is scratched, sun-faded, and smells faintly of old parchment and smoked meat.  

Saddlebag Pouches (x2)

Small side pouches attached to the harness. Inside: folded notes, coins, a wax-sealed scroll, a dried fish snack, and a small piece of chalk wrapped in cloth. Left pouch has a sewn-in patch with the stitched initials “FP”—Free Paw Pact.  

Wrist Wrap (Right Paw)

A single cloth wrap tied around his foreleg—ostensibly useless, but it hides a small splinter of steel tucked in between layers. For dramatic lock-tapping or flicking off tables with emphasis.  

Lantern Token

A carved bone token in the shape of a lantern, bound to the underside of his harness by thread. Given to him by a rescued child; he’s never taken it off. He claims it “balances the aesthetic.”  

Wool Blanket Strip (Rolled)

Tied with string to the back of his harness. Used for naps, wrapping foundlings, or hiding under things he probably shouldn’t be under. Has definitely been stolen, returned, and stolen again.

No one knows exactly when Sir Tibbles first appeared—only that he did so without permission and with flair. Most believe he was awakened by a drunken mage in Valoria who wanted a familiar “with more personality.” If that’s true, the experiment backfired spectacularly. Within a month, the mage was bankrupt, the manor mysteriously burned down, and Tibbles was last seen riding a wine cart out of the city.   From there, Tibbles began collecting stories like treasure. He’s broken into the Emerald Vault of East Arandor (twice), freed a dozen imprisoned mages from the Tower of Sorrow (allegedly for the challenge), and swindled three separate pirate lords out of their ships—all without ever wielding a weapon. His tools are charm, cunning, and a truly staggering ability to appear where he shouldn’t be.   He is a master of infiltration, not by magic, but by audacity. He once interrupted a royal gala by jumping onto the High Chancellor’s lap and curling up mid-speech. The Chancellor paused, pet him, and then knighted him on the spot. Whether it was sarcasm or sorcery remains unclear, but from that moment on, Sir Tibbles insisted on the title.   Despite his antics, Tibbles has saved lives. He has led lost adventurers out of collapsing ruins, delivered messages across war-torn lands, and exposed a necromancer posing as a philanthropist by “accidentally” pushing a cursed urn off a balcony.   He keeps no home, no companions, and no kingdom. His only loyalty is to the thrill of the tale and the warmth of a well-told lie. Still, for all his aloofness, the right people know: if a lantern flickers three times at the edge of town, and you leave out a saucer of cream and a sealed letter, the cat may come.   And when he does, the world changes.

Knighted (Sort Of):

Publicly knighted by the High Chancellor of Valoria during a diplomatic banquet. The Chancellor was mid-sentence when Tibbles leapt into his lap, purred, and refused to move. In response, the Chancellor mockingly dubbed him “Sir Tibbles of the Nine Lives”—a title the cat has wielded ever since with zero shame and maximum authority.  

Delver of the Emerald Vault:

Successfully infiltrated the supposedly impenetrable Emerald Vault beneath East Arandor. Left behind nothing but pawprints and a note reading “Too easy. Try harder.”  

Founder of the Free Paw Pact:

Created a loosely organized network of awakened animals, beastfolk, and sympathetic smugglers who work under the motto: “If it shines, it’s ours.” Their symbol? A scratched pawprint on a gold coin.  

Exposed the Bone Minister of Khaur:

After months of suspicious disappearances, it was Sir Tibbles who revealed the Minister of Health in Khaur to be a necromancer. How? He knocked over a wardrobe containing 37 stolen femurs during a “routine visit.”  

Won a Duel Without Weapons:

Provoked a noble swordsman into a duel, then stared at him silently until the man tripped over his own cape. Tibbles yawned and walked away before anyone could blink.  

Escaped Capture in Jou’lunn 17 Times:

Guards refer to him as The Purring Plague. He has escaped from sacks, cages, magical bindings, and once an extradimensional vault by slipping between realms “out of sheer spite.”  

Officially Banned from Four Taverns and One Monastery:

All bans stem from unrelated incidents involving gambling, misappropriated cheese, and seducing a barmaid while being a cat.  

Rumored Descendant of a Forgotten Prince:

This claim is made exclusively by Tibbles, with absolutely no evidence, but he tells it so often and so well that some bards just accept it.