Stolen Goods (Circl and RPFan)
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				Title: <strong>Stolen Goods (Circl and RPFan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>07-09-2006, 22:30:52</strong>
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				"Ten thousand, all in advance."<br><br>The man was terse and to the point.&nbsp; He'd been doing this for a long time, after all.&nbsp; Long enough that the dark figure across from him, though obviously magical in nature, didn't intimidate him.<br><br>The figure's eyes glew briefly red.&nbsp; "That is quite a sum.... perhaps you might agree to five thousand now, plus fifteen more when I have her."&nbsp; Its voice was inhuman to a fault, though what sort of abomination couldn't be seen through the spell masking it.<br><br>"Five plus twenty five."<br><br>There was a sharp hiss; the figure was clearly not happy.&nbsp; He knew it wouldn't be, but he also knew it had to pay.&nbsp; "...Done."&nbsp; The table was enveloped in unnatural darkness, and when it cleared, the figure was gone.&nbsp; In its place on the table was a sack of coins for the down payment, and several sheafs of paper: information on the target.<br><br>He went over the documents almost casually; he had time for this assignment, and he didn't want to rush himself.&nbsp; Name: Princess Siona of Caerlion.&nbsp; Elven if ever there was such a thing.&nbsp; Quite beautiful too, if the sketch was any indication.&nbsp; He could make it to Caerlion in about three days, if he pushed his mount.&nbsp; Two older brothers; they wouldn't be a problem, probably too busy working out rulership between them.&nbsp; Only minor magical talent, nothing dangerous.&nbsp; It'll be easy to snatch her and deliver her to his employer.<br><br>After he'd had his fun with her, of course.<br><br>Packing his usual gear, he set out on horseback that night, with a smile on his lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Goods (Circl and RPFan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RPFan01</strong> on <strong>08-09-2006, 03:10:43</strong>
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				Princess Siona was currently standing on the balcony, staring out over the lands. She had no real interest in ruling the kingdom she was just content to being the prinecss she was. She wore a beautiful gown which flowed over her body in almost perfect appeal, every curve of her body seemed to be accented perfectly by the gown. She trembled lightly as a night breeze began to blow, causing small bumps on her skin to begin to form as she grew chilled in the night air. She knew of no enemies that she might have, so for the most part her life was a peaceful one, other than having to constantly listen to her brothers bicker about who would rule.. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Goods (Circl and RPFan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>08-09-2006, 03:56:18</strong>
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				He had ridden the horse hard during the night and day, and now at sunset he left it tied to a tree to rest.&nbsp; His tent was larger than he needed, for good reason: he anticipared a second occupant soon.&nbsp; His mount would need to be rested to carry them both back with speed, but he didn't want to linger too long in elven lands.<br><br>He sat awake in the tent, lit by a small lantern, and went over the documents on Siona again.&nbsp; He knew most of the information would be useless, but he always insists on comprehensive details, just in case.&nbsp; More than once, a footnote had saved his life. It seemed Siona is a virgin, with three potential husbands for an arranged marriage.&nbsp; All elves, two to the north and one to the east, so his escape route ought to be clear.<br><br>Setting the papers aside, he extinguished the lamp and got some rest.&nbsp; He had a long week ahead of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Goods (Circl and RPFan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RPFan01</strong> on <strong>08-09-2006, 06:51:41</strong>
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				As she grew cold on the balcony, she slowly turned and entered her room. She moved over to the bed and sat down bringing a large robe around her shoulders to warm her up as she remained facing the window, staring out at the stars as they began to fill the sky and dance around in the night sky. She sighed as she laid back and began to restfully drift off to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Goods (Circl and RPFan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>08-09-2006, 08:43:50</strong>
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				The next day was spent in another hard ride.&nbsp; He could tell his horse would not be able to ride at this pace another day, but he did not mind.&nbsp; He was on schedule to arrive at the city of Caerlion tomorrow.&nbsp; He could afford a day of rest for himself and his mount, for the ride back will be as hard or harder.<br><br>That night, he could not help but think of what his employer had in mind for the girl.&nbsp; She was royal, elven, and virginal; practically a trifecta for most dark sacrifices.&nbsp; His contract did not specify her remaining virginal, however, so he ruled out some of the darker arts.&nbsp; With the corruption of royal bloodlines in modern times, there was little way to be sure a princess was fit for such a ritual; of course, that may have been the reason for specifying an elven noble.&nbsp; Long lifespans and astute recordkeeping make for surer pedigrees.&nbsp; And lastly, of course, elven blood was often used in necromantic rituals.<br><br>It didn't really matter to him.&nbsp; What mattered was the chance to do with her whatever he wished, and in the end receive payment for it.&nbsp; Nice work, if you can get it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Goods (Circl and RPFan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RPFan01</strong> on <strong>08-09-2006, 21:01:29</strong>
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				She slept peacefully through most of the night, though as the night pushed on she did begin to turn and twist as a nightmare began to seep into her dreams. She might not have been very magical, though dreams for most people were always slightly precognicent.. her nightmare was of a dark man who ravaged her.. and she woke up at the break of morning in a cold sweat trembling slightly as she curl up against the pillows of her bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Goods (Circl and RPFan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CirclMastr</strong> on <strong>09-09-2006, 07:57:35</strong>
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				One more day's ride, and he was at an inn just inside the borders of Caerlion.&nbsp; He put on a smile for the innkeeper, of course, as well as his daughters.&nbsp; If he wasn't otherwise engaged, he might have tried to get his satisfaction from one of them.&nbsp; As it stood, he was polite and respectful to everyone, knowing the elves would take excellent care of his horse.&nbsp; The bed wasn't bad, but not like his own back home.&nbsp; It was just an inn, after all.<br><br>As he went over Siona's documents one last time, he couldn't help but think about how he got into this line of work.&nbsp; He didn't really consider himself a bad person, despite some of the things he'd done over the years.&nbsp; Sure, he'd slept with more than his fair share of women, and perhaps more than a few were perhaps less than willing, but there was more to him than that.&nbsp; Twice he'd broken up slave rings in less scrupulous regions.&nbsp; He always tried to avoid killing anyone he didn't have to.&nbsp; He'd even taken a poisoned arrow for a king once.&nbsp; It's just that when people hire him to do certain things, he takes advantage of the situation.<br><br>Finally he set the papers aside and went to sleep, with a casual day and a very busy night ahead of him tomorrow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stolen Goods (Circl and RPFan)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RPFan01</strong> on <strong>18-09-2006, 10:07:52</strong>
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				Day break came, and Siona dressed in her gown as she was planning on heading to the garden. She finished dressing and put a wreath of flowers on her head, which sat beautiful atop her silken hair as she began to ascend from her room down the stairs.. heading towards the center of the castle where the garden was. She entered the garden area, where she moved over to the fountain and knelt down.. she placed her wreath upon the water and said a quiet prayer then moved over to a bed of flowers where she knelt down once more taking some of the flowers and beginning to form another wreath.. She did this every day.. she would make a fresh wreath of flowers.. which the next day she would once more pray upon at the fountain.
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