Rogue's Run (Quinz128 x Countdown)
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				Title: <strong>Rogue's Run (Quinz128 x Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quinz128</strong> on <strong>16-01-2017, 23:47:56</strong>
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				The darkness of the woods were not going to be as safe as she hoped. If she could see this well in the night, so would the others when they noticed she had gone missing. Then again, she was but one of many in the Snarl, so the miners wouldn't notice and it would only be when the All-Speaker tried to find her to keep that 'all-watching-eye' upon her would it be noticed that some gems, mechanisms and weapons had gone missing. Would they really care if she was gone, though? They wanted her gone after all, but death usually meant no loose ends. She did know where the Snarl was... What if she returned? That was, no doubt their concern.<br><br>A pause came when the sound of hunger came. She put her hand down, settling it upon her stomach and staring down at it at this point realizing just how stupid she had been! In her haste to grab the more difficult items, she had completely forgotten to get food! Of course, if worse came to worse she could devour the very earth below her to sustain her, but... She detected something not too far. It smelled of burning and when she turned her attention over in the direction of the smell she noticed the light flickering off the trees about. That meant there was some kind of fire, which meant a local encampment. Depending on how many were there, she could sneak in and grab some food before slinking out, but being by herself she had to be very careful.<br><br>So, a plan came. She set her items down, the rat-leather pack was pushed down, hidden in a bush until she came back to claim it... Or she died and it was left for some lucky person to pull it and get some decent money in gems and mechanisms. With that, she took up a small dagger, mainly using that as a way to cut things if it came to that... mainly for rope or twine in her mind than people as she was sure she'd end up worse for wear if it came to direct combat. A deep breath came as she pressed the tip of the dagger to the tip of her finger before nodding at the sharpness. It took a few minutes for her to hype herself up before heading out.<br><br>Slowly, the kobold would move to the fire, she ducking down, keeping low to the ground and watching it. The fire hurt her eyes a bit while staring directly to it, but... she couldn't notice anyone. But that could just be because of the light sensitivity. She circled the encampment, briefly before moving in, trying to avoid anyone if they were there, trying to see some pack or something that would hold some food. The little brown-scaled kobold had a small crest of spines along from her snout to head, and wore a simple pair of sack breeches and a belted tunic that kept close to her chest. However, despite her stealth, her stomach growled out a bit loudly, causing her to freeze and keep low, looking around the area in concern, to see if someone noticed...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue's Run (Quinz128 x Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>17-01-2017, 07:42:05</strong>
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				Larson had had a long day of adventuring.&nbsp; Only a few hours ago he had “liberated” some thieves of their “finds”.&nbsp; Wasn't much, but he didn't like seeing the victims of the scum sucking rogues that prayed on the weak.&nbsp; No, in his usual line of work it was usually preying on those that had too much money to begin with.&nbsp; It had been a few months since he had last travelled with other companions.&nbsp; He had needed some space, some time apart.&nbsp; Didn't want to grow too attached, nor did he want them to start cramping his style.&nbsp; Dashingly handsome, he was perhaps on the wrong side of the law most of the time, but ultimately a good man at heart.&nbsp; Always one to notice when things were wrong, always the one to wake up during watch when there was trouble, he was a light sleeper, and tonight was no exception.<br><br>The fire had died down to a few embers and a few flames licking at the wood that was barely left there.&nbsp; There was a little bit of food left on the spit, but it was something that might be unwieldy for someone smaller to get considering the size of the fire.&nbsp; Larson could take the spit off, remove some of the meat and put it back on.&nbsp; Someone of a “smaller nature” might have to get INTO the fire.&nbsp; The only problem with not having travelling companions is that there was no companionship at all, whether it was as friends or lovers or anything else in between.&nbsp; It made for some boring times, but he did his best to not go crazy in between.&nbsp; Tonight he slept in his normal tent, only using the nicer one when he was with female company.&nbsp; It gave more room after all.&nbsp; In his bag was some bread and cheese though, left over and meant to be some of what he ate for lunch the next day.<br><br>The smell would waft around for sure, easily caught on the wind, especially by someone who's stomach was grumbling as much as hers probably was.&nbsp; It wasn't until she was close by the front of his tent, which was open, his bag sort of out and leaning against a makeshift seat he had made out of a nearby piece of deadwood, did he wake up.&nbsp; Listening very carefully, he made sure not to jump to conclusions. Sure, often someone being in your camp meant an enemy and it was sort of an “attack first and ask questions later” kind of thing, but the last time he had done that he had almost skewered one of his ranger friends that had come looking for him in the middle of the night with a favour to ask.&nbsp; Larson always slept light and always with a dagger and his rapier off to his side, so it was easy to pick them up and shift up so that he peered out of the front of his tent.&nbsp; His eyes not catching exactly who or what it was, he slipped quietly out and confronted her.<br><br>“Put your weapon down...slowly and turn around...”, he said, his eyes adjusting to the lack of light, the dying embers of the fire and the moonlight helping to paint the picture for him.&nbsp; He had put the tip of his rapier to the side of the creatures head, whatever it might have been, dagger in the other hand, waiting for it's response, hoping he wasn't going to have to dig a grave tonight.&nbsp; Was it Pidgi?&nbsp; The form was kind of a bit slimmer then his hobbit friend who was also known to pay him visits to “borrow” things that he felt he didn't need to ask Larson for permission to borrow.&nbsp; With her Darkvision, it would be much easier for her to make out his form and features, his brown hair shoulder length, his body athletic and nimble looking, he held the sword and dagger with obvious skill.&nbsp; The colour of his eyes were perhaps harder to make out, some sort of blue, and he wore the most basic of clothing&nbsp; but under closer inspection it would seem he slept in his studded leather armor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue's Run (Quinz128 x Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quinz128</strong> on <strong>17-01-2017, 15:27:13</strong>
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				The pause seemed to be fine, as she didn't notice anyone out just yet. Despite her darkvision, she didn't seem to notice the minor lifting of a tent flap to peer upon her silhouetted form. So she started moving again, slowly coming to the fire as she could smell meat that had been burnt and the glowing embers and light flickering of flames seemed to show off the meat as if it was some delectable idol impaled on a stick. Of course, the embers still had an orange glow and the fire, though having died down, still flickered with enough intensity that a red-scale would be able to not worry of it, but she had the dull browned scales of a common kobold without an immediately notable lineage of dragonkind. It was certainly a conundrum as the fire was just big enough that she couldn't reach it. She could tell just by looking as she stood at the ring of rocks that kept the fire contained.<br><br>So intent on the meat-puzzle, she soon heard a voice when she hadn't even noticed footsteps. Her back tightened, tail straightened and she could feel her nose itch with worry. That was a common-tongue. A trade tongue amongst the surface dwellers. She had been lucky enough to learn the words in expeditions, even learning mimicry to an extent to draw unsuspecting suckers to an ambush, yet that was a completely different encounter than what she had. Slowly, one of her green eyes rolled to the side to note the point of a sword set in place to stab her in the temple should she make any sudden moves. There had to be a way out of this, though. She couldn't run, the person would get a free swing on her, no doubt and that was it! The brutes could cleave a kobold in two.<br><br>A new puzzle to solve. She didn't leave the snarl just to die, so she had to calculate and fast. Already three seconds passed, but he hadn't stabbed her. She had the dagger and he knew that so the first thing would be to - She dropped the dagger, allowing it to fall to the ground, kicking up dirt as it dropped. Next, she was facing the fire so she interposed him and the flame. This meant that she was but a silhouette to him. There were common allies amongst the people here, short ones. Dwarves? They were stocky and loud, no one would mistake her for one. Five seconds passed, she had to think. Halflings were fat things too, and why would a child be here? So those were out. Then she squinted her eyes in contempt.<br><br><em>Gnome</em>. She could pretend to be a poor straggler of one of them. They were thin and short and with the blackness she could fake being one. Regardless she needed to say something, and try to move so the flames didn't reveal what she really was... She had to speak, eight seconds, it would be suspicious by now! Slowly she started to turn, spinning in place and lowering her head so that her snout wasn't overly noticed and her tail would be tucked as far between her legs as possible as she tried to give a mimicry of a gnomish female voice. "Pardon, sar, I have just been hungry and sniffed the meat. I was hoping to get some and saw none in the camp. I meant nothing by it, just forgot my own rations, you see..."<br><br>That would do it right? But then she realized that if he did offer the meat he would just go past and see she wasn't really what she pretended! IDIOT! But in that case, he would move past and she could run... But she was hungry... But humans usually stabbed kobolds first and asked questions later. Tall folks weren't to be trusted... Then again... Neither were small folks. Dwarves were hideous and gnomes were flat evil... In fact she couldn't trust anything non-draconic! ... And then she remembered the snarl... No... She couldn't trust anyone... But her stomach growled in protest of her thinking too much. She would have to wait and see the reaction of this one, now... Hopefully she didn't make a critical error in judgement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue's Run (Quinz128 x Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown</strong> on <strong>19-01-2017, 06:45:21</strong>
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				There was a pause, an uneasy silence before the squeaky voice broke it.&nbsp; With the fire behind the shorter creature and not having his eyes adjusted to the darkness as of yet, his head would cock to the side, as if to inspect and take his time figuring out who this was.&nbsp; It wasn't Pidgi, he sounded different.&nbsp; This was distinctly female.&nbsp; Female?&nbsp; The thought of that ran through his mind as he slowly lowered the tip of his rapier.&nbsp; Female?&nbsp; Not overly curvy it seemed, so it couldn't even be a plump dwarf or a cute hobbling.&nbsp; The amount of time it took for the creature to finally say something, do something, it made him a bit nervous, but if he was completely honest with himself, he was wondering if this was all a bit of a ruse?&nbsp; He was charming and had a sharp wit, but sometimes his ego got the better of him.&nbsp; Gnome?&nbsp; Charselle?&nbsp; Last time he had spoken with her, she was a bit mad with him, but either it was her having come to make amends or it was a complete stranger.&nbsp; <br><br>Either way, if it was a female gnome and she was simply hungry, there was really no harm in helping her out.&nbsp; “Here...”, he said as his blade came up slowly before cutting a piece of meat and skewering it on the end of his sword for her to pluck off the tip of it.&nbsp; “Help yourself, but if you're planning on staying here for shelter as well,&nbsp; it kind of has to be in this tent with me, and it's a bit crammed, but luckily, you're not an orc or something...”, he said in a joking and flattering way.&nbsp; “...I can't exactly see your face either, so if it's you Charselle and you're messing with me, just...have something to eat and take your clothes off after you come inside the tent.&nbsp; You can pay me back how you normally do....”, he said as he waited for her to take the meat from his sword.&nbsp; Turning around and slipping back into his tent, he sighed.&nbsp; He hated having to wake up, he needed his beauty sleep.&nbsp; Brash and arrogant, he had already deemed whatever the creature was outside to not be a threat and yet, had he known it was a Kobold and not a Gnome, he might have had a different reaction.<br><br>Slowly slipping back onto his bedroll, he didn't slip inside it right away, just in case his suspicions were right and maybe it was even a friend that had used alter self or polymorph and was messing with him.&nbsp; Magic.&nbsp; He hated it some times.&nbsp; Other times it was his best friend.&nbsp; Larson had a love/hate relationship with it, just like most of the women he had slept with.&nbsp; It was nights like this that he wished he was travelling with an adventuring party so he could just have them look after things for the rest of the night while he slept like a baby through the night until someone woke him up for either trouble or because they wanted a quick shag in the tent.&nbsp; Grabbing for his waterskin that was next to his bedroll, he finally found it in the dark before uncorking it and taking a long draw from it.&nbsp; “And if you're thirsty, there's water in here.&nbsp; I didn't leave any out there.&nbsp; I get quite the cotton mouth when I sleep...”, he said to the silhouette outside.&nbsp; Had they moved?&nbsp; Something tweaked his brain to wonder if this was all wrong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue's Run (Quinz128 x Countdown)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Quinz128</strong> on <strong>19-01-2017, 14:10:09</strong>
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				At this time, she lifted her eyes, keeping her head low so that she could see the person there, but not raise her head so high that she might be discovered as what she really was. He was a human... very symmetrical, which was good, she liked symmetrical, though she was still particularly frightened of this outcome and the human just might have heard it in her voice. But would he? She silently waited, watching him and only but a couple seconds passed unlike her, what? Ten? His tone seemed rather&nbsp; calm, though stilted. Maybe he was just a bit tired? Regardless of his state, though, he didn't walk past her, he just moved the sword away - a blessing all in itself - and had made a motion and pulled back the blade with a piece of meat hanging off the time. It smelled a bit overdone, but it was meat and she was sure she'd be fine with raw or burnt. Though not starving, she was hungry, after all.<br><br>Two small hands lifted and took off the meat, being careful to not move too erratically nor to get the light to show her true color as that would be suspicious, she was sure... As if she hadn't been already. "You would offer a resting place, sar? That is very kind?" She stated, keeping the mimicry up before pushing the food to her mouth, but halted, figuring it be best that he not see her eat... She didn't exactly have a human-face and if she stuffed it that might give it away somehow... So she waited, allowing the scent to come up to her nose and make her mouth water with anticipation - and stomach growl a bit as it questioned why it wasn't being filled immediately - as he spoke, "Oh, no. No orcs. Nor a Charselle." Take her clothes off and pay him back, she just decided to tilt her eyes to the side, "I am sure I could pay you back in some way." She did try to sound more innocent, not quite sure what the usual way would be for whomever he spoke up, but the nakedness comment did imply something. <br><br>Once the human pushed himself back to the tent she glanced behind her at the fire, briefly, before immediately shoving the entirety of the meat in her mouth. She chewed it, melting a little bit, as she wiggled her fingers. She took her fingers to her mouth and let a long tongue out to lick up any remaining juices or seasonings he may have used, quickly pulling her tongue back and straightening up when he spoke to her. She glanced back to the fire and the direction she came before saying, "Much appreciated, Sar." She decided to say, before rubbing her hands together... Maybe she could risk a little bit? Or... maybe she could figure a good way to pay him back for the meat? That could be her ticket, after all. Make good with someone who could go to townships with other fleshy creatures. Yes, it wouldn't be bad. And she hadn't harmed him, did what he asked and didn't lie! Well, maybe by omission, but not directly! But maybe there was something she could do to prove she could be helpful?<br><br>The human was going to sleep, for sure. She could... wander away and then get her pack. Maybe make something, or just give a gem? A blanket could cover her and she could sleep in the encampment and then he would come out - maybe see a shiny topaz or malachite for payment - and if he stumbled to wake her NOT slit her throat as she slept. A pondering would happen, but as she left. The dagger was grabbed back and she slowly wandered out of the encampment, sniffing her way back to her pack that she hid in the bush and started back. Just sleep with her head under the pack, blanket over - she would be hidden well - and bargain. She would be alone otherwise and it was a risk, but a calculated one. He showed he would help a stranger, as opposed to those back in the Snarl that would offer her on a plate if it meant saving their skin. Then again, maybe he would? But he wasn't actively malicious like the All-Speaker. But he could be, who knew, humans could have grudges against entire races.<br><br>All these thoughts started making her head hurt. Easily she could just wander off, leaving this place and then hoping to live on her own, yet she was afraid of having not even a single one about. All her life, communal sleeping, communal baths, communal work. Communal meals and communal thoughts. All were proud, having heritages of dragon kind, most powerful of species in all of the world! And when those were blessed they came to work for the Snarl like dutiful kobolds! But now she was not dutiful. Unlike others she feared death at the hands of her own so much she ran, she left. As far as others would think she was a traitor. A thief. Unbefit of being related to dragons. Maybe death was a good thing for it, she did speak ill of the All-Speaker, powerful as he was. She had roguish thoughts that wouldn't benefit her Snarl, but her instead. Independence was practically a sin and it landed her in this position. She decided to risk it, now, though. She'd get a chance at an ally or she'd be killed in her sleep. At least hopefully. Many had to sleep heavy to get through the noise of others sleeping in the Snarl, afterall. Unlike the human, she'd have lost all her things in the same situation.<br><br>The walk was but several minutes, not even getting to ten as she looked to the embers still at the fire. Slowly, she placed down her pack, taking out one of the gems and walking to the tent. Her hand went into the tent and settled down one of her Topaz. This particular one wasn't worth a whole lot, but well worth the price of the entire meat, not just the slice. She decided to give him the warning of her intentions. "I have payment for it. I hope you don't mind but I will rest by the fire." And with that, it was laid out. She never lied, but didn't reveal anything that she was sure of. Slowly, she moved back to the fire, taking her small blanket from the pack and laying down. She laid on her belly to prevent the risk of a tail crush, with her chin resting on the ground and snout outstretched. She pulled the blanket over her form and used her tail to adjust it to cover all. After, she pulled the backpack and covered her head. It was heavy, but after she got used to it, she could get to sleep. And so, despite worry of the result of her plans, she did manage to fall into a quiet slumber.
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