Post by Wise Idiot on Oct 31, 2006 23:59:17 GMT -5
This little story has nothing to do with any game, it's just a little story I made in my spare time. Enjoy!
Thieves' City
Nobody remembers the name of the city. Even the city archives seem to be missing a name. Some say all the records were stolen...like so many other things. It has remained a mystery to this day. But many have given the city a name, even though officials never openly use it. Thieves' City.
The streets were crowded, as always. People were going about their business, whatever it may be. Merchants shouted their wares from their small stands, carts rolled along the cobblestone street, and everyone was minding their own business, whatever it may be.
A small hooded figure moved in the shadow of the houses lining the streets, staying out of the site of patrolling city watch. It bobbed and weaved in the dense crowd, staying close to his mark. His mark, an old woman, clothed in a fine blue silk dress with an arm-bag dangling on her shoulder, stood at the street corner, waiting for a caravan to move by. This was it. The figure rushed forward and snatched the bag. The woman cried out in surprise as the bag was yanked from her arm, and quickly called out, "Help! Thief! Stop him!"
The figure shoved through the crowd, stepping on toes and knocking over people. Two city watch were only a few yards behind him, trying to get to the thief without having to shove. The thief leaped over a stack of crates, while the first watch tripped over them, spilling the oranges that the boxes contained, causing the second to stumble. The thief turned a corner and headed down an alley. He turned another corner, only to find himself facing a brick wall too high for him to climb. He then heard footsteps behind him. Spinning around, he saw the two watchmen standing there, swords unsheathed.
The thief backed against the wall. No options. No escape. This was my first try at thievery, too the thief though. One of the watchmen smiled wickedly and said, "This is the end of the line, thief--urgh!" The watchman fell forward as the second spun on his heel, only to be knocked onto his back. Two men clothed darkly stood over the watchmen, holding cudgels, laughing. "Ah I got 'em good! Did you see me, Harry?" one of the men said. Harry smiled and replied, "Aye, that I did! A good hit!" The men then turned their attention on the thief, who stood there, staring at them through the darkness of his hood. Harry stepped forward and said, "That was some fine footwork you did back there, mate. You had those watchmen scrambling to keep up, and that means you have some skills. Tell me, would you like to join the Thieves Guild?" The thief gasped, not expecting to meet actual members of the famous guild. The thief reached up and pulled off his hood, revealing a boy only in his mid teens. The boy smiled and said, "I'd be honored to join the great Thieves' Guild."
And so begins the tale of another great thief.
Thieves' City
Nobody remembers the name of the city. Even the city archives seem to be missing a name. Some say all the records were stolen...like so many other things. It has remained a mystery to this day. But many have given the city a name, even though officials never openly use it. Thieves' City.
The streets were crowded, as always. People were going about their business, whatever it may be. Merchants shouted their wares from their small stands, carts rolled along the cobblestone street, and everyone was minding their own business, whatever it may be.
A small hooded figure moved in the shadow of the houses lining the streets, staying out of the site of patrolling city watch. It bobbed and weaved in the dense crowd, staying close to his mark. His mark, an old woman, clothed in a fine blue silk dress with an arm-bag dangling on her shoulder, stood at the street corner, waiting for a caravan to move by. This was it. The figure rushed forward and snatched the bag. The woman cried out in surprise as the bag was yanked from her arm, and quickly called out, "Help! Thief! Stop him!"
The figure shoved through the crowd, stepping on toes and knocking over people. Two city watch were only a few yards behind him, trying to get to the thief without having to shove. The thief leaped over a stack of crates, while the first watch tripped over them, spilling the oranges that the boxes contained, causing the second to stumble. The thief turned a corner and headed down an alley. He turned another corner, only to find himself facing a brick wall too high for him to climb. He then heard footsteps behind him. Spinning around, he saw the two watchmen standing there, swords unsheathed.
The thief backed against the wall. No options. No escape. This was my first try at thievery, too the thief though. One of the watchmen smiled wickedly and said, "This is the end of the line, thief--urgh!" The watchman fell forward as the second spun on his heel, only to be knocked onto his back. Two men clothed darkly stood over the watchmen, holding cudgels, laughing. "Ah I got 'em good! Did you see me, Harry?" one of the men said. Harry smiled and replied, "Aye, that I did! A good hit!" The men then turned their attention on the thief, who stood there, staring at them through the darkness of his hood. Harry stepped forward and said, "That was some fine footwork you did back there, mate. You had those watchmen scrambling to keep up, and that means you have some skills. Tell me, would you like to join the Thieves Guild?" The thief gasped, not expecting to meet actual members of the famous guild. The thief reached up and pulled off his hood, revealing a boy only in his mid teens. The boy smiled and said, "I'd be honored to join the great Thieves' Guild."
And so begins the tale of another great thief.
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