Name: Anna<br/>Race: Human<br/>Class: rogue (very low level, low trained and extremely clumsy)<br/>Gender: Female<br/><br/>Stumbling trough the staircases of the great building she cursed of her own stupidity once more. How could she have been foolish enough to invade the scarlet monastry? She couldn't believe she had been able to sneak past the guards and all the doors, though most of them were very tricky for her trembling hands to be opened. She had decided to break in and steal some golden chandeliers or something, some valuable candles of some sort. But now she was in, she was afraid someone might hear her own heartbeat, her fear leaving her restless. She heard something, voices talking and her own blind fear took over her body. Having fled trough the first door she could find when she saw a glimpse of a strong muscled body walking up the stairs, she rested her head against the cold stones of some hall going down to a dungeon. After a few minutes of catching her breath again, and making sure nobody was outside to hear her, she slowly moved downwards to the dungeon. As afraid as she might have been just a few minutes ago, her light-forsaken curiosity her parents always warned her about was taking over her senses now. Stealthed in her own, not welltrained way she held her breath upon seeing the sight of a forsaken chained and strapped to a device. Her eyes glided over his lean-muscled body, the signs of decay making her slap her hand before her mouth. This was definitely the first time she saw an undeath, and she was shocked, but intrigued. Then again, undeath or not, it was the first time seeing a mans body,though he was still wearing his silk knickers.<br/><br/>Amazed as she was, she didn't pay attention at all to her surroundings, stumbling into a table she moaned out loud of the sharp pain in her side. Realising she had dropped her disguise she quickly tried to cloak herself in shadows again, not knowing the skilled eyes and training of the rogue undeath would see trough it all. A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, hoping the man would not have seen her, dressed as she was in nothing then some leather scraps she had picked up from robbing peoples houses and bags. Her leather pants were 3 sizes to big for her small lean hips, held up by suspenders with a bright red colour she once had stolen from the bags of a paladins horse. She could still feel the hammer of light on her head as she ran away as fast as she could, the only thing she seemed to had properly mastered from all her training. Underneath the red suspenders, she wore a tight white blouse, barely able to hold her firm breasts as the buttons were already gone from the pressure, replaces by bend nails she had picked up on her travels from the ground. The only thing that seemed to fit were the long thigh-high boots she had stolen from a warrior in training, the most easy steal she had done. "Oh.. by the light, I hope he didnt saw me..." She mumbled softly, again showing off her failure of silence.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>