Hastings stalked closer and closer to his target. This was it, this was what they had spent all night and day trying to get.. His brother, Mathias, was doing a great job, he was always a master at card tricks. The woman seemed clueless, she had no idea Hastings was moving closer to her sack full of gold. She was fascinated by Mathias's skill... Begging him to do the tricks over and over so that she could decipher his secrets. At last Hastings was within reach, he pulled out his dagger and began to cut the rope holding the sack in place.. Skillfully and unnoticed, something he had done hundreds of times before. The bag was about to fall when out of the corner of his eye he saw a glint from the Elite Guards armor flash  in the sunlight. They were in a big hurry running towards him.. Hastings tried to pull back but the rope finally snapped dropping the bag into his hands with a loud clangy thud.<br/><br/>The woman glanced down at her bag, now sitting in Hastings palm.. She spun around with her hands outstretch trying to grab the bag. Hastings jumped back and bolted. The woman screamed, " Stop him! Thief! " The guards ran right by the woman ignoring her yells, obviously much more interested in something else. While the woman was distracted, Mathias gathered up his cards, and ran off in the other direction. He would go in a wide circle just in case.. He didn't feel like anything going wrong today, especially if Hastings holds on to that bag he just stole. They would feast well tonight.<br/><br/>Hastings made sure no one was following him.. That was a little too close with the Elite Guards.. He made a mental note to check the surrounding blocks next time.. He ran into an alleyway then a crack between two buildings. He covered the entrance up with a couple of barrels. He sat down and emptied the sack of gold. " 20 gold.. " He muttered to himself.. " Not bad at all, but not worth that close call.. " Hastings looked up into the sky.. This sunny day was turning into a very misty day.. He had a bad feeling about this mist, it was very gray, with the scent of dirt, and a light layer of decay.. It moved in fast covering most of Silvermoon... Hastings jumped up when he heard the warning horn go off. Silvermoon was under attack..<br/><br/>Where was Mathias? He was taking longer then usual to show up.. Hopefully he didn't go check out what the warning was about.. Mathias always loved putting himself in risky situations. That must have been why those guards were in such a hurry, a disturbance somewhere.. " Oh well " he said to himself.. " I might as well rest up here, while I wait for Mathias. " He was extremely tired, he had been up the entire night, and day after gold, it had been a slow night.. He opened up the sewer lid and climbed down, he rested his body against the cold hard stone. The sound of the sewage rushing past was soothing. He wasn't too worried about the attack, nothing had ever gotten past the city walls, threats were always dealt with quickly. He closed his eyes and fell asleep...<br/><br/>While he slept he had a horrible nightmare, all he could hear were the sounds of screaming, roaring, and the clang of metal against metal. " How long did I sleep, and where the hell is Mathias. " He asked himself. He pushed the lid up emerging back into the crack. He was quite rested, he must have been sleeping for at least 12 hours, in fact the misty afternoon had ended, and it was a misty morning already.  He moved the barrels and moved into the alleyway.. He stopped as his foot stepped in something wet. He looked down to see a severed head, with blood pouring out the bottom...<br/><br/>(( Alright, that's how I'll start it for now.. Head in to bed, feel free to join in ^.^ ))