~What Has Been Stolen~
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				Title: <strong>~What Has Been Stolen~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>08-07-2010, 22:56:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 28pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: pristina;" class="bbc_font">What Has Been Stolen</span></span><br><br>(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs37/f/2008/248/e/a/red_rose_by_CrisisCorps.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-family: segoe print;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">A rose is a beautiful thing, something sacred. Perched upon the height of the stem, where the thorns grow.<br>It is not meant to be clipped at the base or bud. <br>It is not meant to be taken from its home.<br><br>But many things are not meant to be. <br>I was once a rose, before I was pruned from my home and tossed to the sandy earth to wither.</span></span></div><br><br>The city was quiet, the night having settled. The stars were flickering into place, one by one. The air was chilled, smooth and gentle, the perfect temperature. The streets of cobblestone were pretty much clear, save for a few last minute vendors trying to squeeze out whatever bit of gold or silver they could from passerbys. The buildings, at first, were weaker in build, ragged and scratched, weathered by time. But the more inward the figure moved, the more these buildings began to become quite lavish...<br><br>Ethel turned her head, spotting the building. It was a stone home, rich and by the clean nature, she supposed a wealthy man lived there. The woman stepped closer, and was gently nudged aside by someone else.<br><br>"Excuse me boy." The older man said, and Ethel nodded. Yes, she didn't appear to be what she was. Ethel was a lot of things on the outside that was merely a facade of a broken past and unique adventure.<br><br>Ethel stood, 5'7 in height. Her body was lean, and richly tanned. Her hips were somewhat wide, sloping into thick, sultry thighs and long shapely legs. Her chest was wrapped tight beneath two heavy bandages to hide her full breasts, keeping her upper body shape just barely in that of an hourglass. And to hide the mass of her true figure, she wore rags. Her top was a loose shirt of tan cotton, with a very wide, torn collar that unveiled the white of a tank top beneath. Then her pants were a darker brown, loose and baggy, held up by a deep green sash. Beneath that was a pair of almost black riding breeches, only barely seen if someone saw her reach upward or lean back. Across her waist was a shape, but her shirt covered it; the shape being a dagger's sheath. Along her back was a small sack, and on her feet were flat bottomed black traveling boots of leather.<br><br>The thief slid closer to the walls of the house, walking casually around it. But when she came upon the side, she moved back and crossed the bit. Her eyes of a rich amber scanned the walls, finding the windows and creating a 3D map in her mind. She slipped around the back, then turned back for the other side. And there, she readied her action. <br><br>Ethel pulled the sack off of her back, rubbing her beige-fingerless gloved hands against her head. She removed the wrap and her hair fell out from it. So she pushed it back, fingernails grazing through it and straightening it. Then she gripped it, twisted it all the way down, then wrapped it flatly around her head twice, her hair's straight and smooth nature making it easy to do such without looking odd or big-headed. Ethel clipped it with a pin and then wrapped the cloth around her head once more, tying it in the back and letting the end trails run down her back. <br><br>From her sack she withdrew a slightly 'L' shaped tool, and pried it under the window. And with a soft <em>'pop'</em>, the window slid open just about a half foot. Ethel gripped it, pushed it open, and slipped inside. <br><br>The window remained open as the woman then made to quick work. She found stairs and raced up them, fingers dragging on the railing as she slid the knapsack back over her shoulder. She slipped through the hall, and peeked into one bedroom. Ah, jackpot so quickly. She was quiet as a mouse. Ethel stepped inside, and began to shuffle through the things there. Drawers, under the bed, night stand and journals. Then she found a jewelry box. Her fingers pushed it open and she pushed through a series of thin chains and things, all old and not striking her much interest. <br><br>But then something did. One single amulet, lacking a chain. She picked up the gem intricately laced in gold and then looped a golden chain through it. She moved then to slip the thing into her pocket, but realized the chain was hooked on the jewelry box as it pulled it off the dresser. A loud clatter rang through the room as the box hit the floor and jewelry sprawled over the floor. She pulled the chain free and shoved the amulet into her pocket. <br><br>"Dammit," Ethel said quickly, darting out of the room. She gripped the railing at the second floor and swung her legs over it. The drop would've hurt someone who was not trained in it, and hadn't done it before. But Ethel landed on palms of her feet, rocking forward and her hands catching her. She came to a stand, and raced for the door, looking back to see if anyone was following when she threw the door open and moved to the street. <br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~What Has Been Stolen~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 00:52:46</strong>
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				Dargoth Quilindor, at 28 years old, had carved out a small niche for himself in the Merchant Guild. Certainly not the most wealthy of Merchants, he had a small fortune that allowed him to live in comfort and luxury. Of course, a twist of fate or a bad season had the potential to ruin him and could change at any moment - just like his own fate had changed when he had found the Amulet.<br><br>The Amulet was beautiful - a rare rose-red diamond set into a golden bracket. It was meant to be worn as a necklace and had a thin gold chain loop with it. He had found it several years ago in his more adventuresome day (albeit in some decrepit crypt) and his luck had changed ever since. It was certainly magical and allowed him to read a persons thoughts when he was touching it. The Amulet of Truths, as he called it, was the only reason he had been able to come as far as he had in a few years. It was amazing the sort of reaction you got from some one when you spoke their mind - literally - and it had revealed a lot. He had been able to coerce people through its use, get that edge over them, threaten to reveal their darkest secrets.<br><br>Dargoth knew he wasn't using the Amulet to its full potential. He didn't posses magic, nor did he know of the Amulets history. It was quite by accident that he had discovered its use and had momentarily thought that he had gone insane the first time he had felt its affects. It was his most closely guarded secret, an item he kept by his side at all times. It had given him a false sense of security. The jewelry box crashing to the floor shattered that false sense of security completely.<br><br>He bolted upright in his bed at once, taking a moment to realize what had happened. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he comes to the realization of exactly what had just happened to him and he bolts out of bed. He quickly pulls on a nearby tunic, pants, and boots (the latter being pulled onto the wrong foot due to his haste) and he grabs his sword belt too, bolting down the stairs after the thief.<br><br>"STOP!" He yells at the top of his lungs. "THIEF!" He had no personal guards and the only person who would be able to follow the boy was himself. He barely caught a glance of the devilish little man, already with a good head start, and Dargoth quickly pursues, running like his life depended on it - it certainly did!
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~What Has Been Stolen~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 01:48:09</strong>
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				Ethel ran, ran for her life. A smile formed on her lips, feeling the wind whip across her skin. The energy flooding through her legs as they coiled and released in the quick pursuit. She could hear him behind her, racing with her whole heart. She moved over to a fruit vendor and jumped up. Her feet crashed against the wooden part and she gripped the top, rocking her body back. Soon she jumped off, just in time to dart out from under the toppling fruit stand. One four by four fell and then fruit rolled over the cobblestone, a perfect distraction she found it to be. <br><br>Her smile broadened as finally she saw five city guards coming towards her. They barred the path ahead, and she turned to see the man hot on her trail. Ethel felt the energy just building up in her body, about to overflow. She needed to do something. Move, jump, run, scream. The action she took on though was much different. She reached at her side and drew her dagger, while her other hand shot out towards the guards. Fire jumped from her fingertips and lapped at their metal armors. They screamed and sizzling skin could be heard from two of them, as many of them danced out of their armor and into the almost nakedness of being in their trousers alone.<br><br>Ethel then turned to the man, holding her dagger tightly as finger danced in a little loose orb in her palm.<br><br>"So, here we are." She said. Her voice could've been a young man's, like a young teen boy's, if one tried to dismiss it. Otherwise, it was a low, rich alto voice, deeper than most yet traced with a most gorgeous accent, a taunting tone. Her fingers curled and she tipped the dagger towards him. "Fight me rich man, let's see if your skills are as fulfilling as your wealth."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~What Has Been Stolen~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 19:06:51</strong>
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				Dargoth had to slow down as the fruit stall collapsed in front of him. Something went squish beneath his feet as he leaped over the debris, catching one of his feet on something that sent him tumbling to the ground. His anger and rage burned even great, embarrassment now added to his emotions. Cursing to himself, he picks himself up off the cobblestones and continues the pursuit. He NEEDED his Amulet back, no matter what the cost.<br><br>Finally, the boy comes to a stop, City Guards approaching from the other side. Dargoth beamed - they would help him get his stolen property back! The boy was cut off now for sure! The grin that spread over his face, however, quickly turned into a look of horror as flame shot out from the boys hand, taking out the guards the approached. Even worse, the boy turned to him and challenged him to a fight!<br><br>Dargoth was mortified! While bigger then the boy, the boy clearly possessed magic and probably knew how to fight as well. Dargoth on the other hand only carried a sword for show - he had never used it at any point of his life and had only had a few basic lessons so that he didn't end up spitting himself on its point. Now confronted, Dargoth drew his far to clean, smooth blade from its scabbard, hand shaking as he raises its tip up towards the boy.<br><br>"Just, just give me the jewel back and you can go." He pleads, trying to sound like he was the one in control. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ~What Has Been Stolen~</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>09-07-2010, 20:04:53</strong>
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				Ethel watched him, and her intuitive studying began. She scanned his form, every inch of his figure. To how loosely his clothes were thrown on, to his shaky hand, the quivering blade, the open stance, the eyes furious. She studied this man back and forth, and in a matter of two whole minutes, she had decided him weak, and unfit for battle. She held her dagger out to him, a wide grin spreading over her expression. <br><br>"You, are you so pathetic? If your trinket meant anything to you, you'd be engaging me for it. But instead you stand over there, looking almost like you are to urinate yourself. I'll be sure to back off and give you a minute to blush should a wet spot appear at your groin." She laughed loudly, flames dancing into her hand. <br><br>"You must be weak. How easy." She jumped forward, racing towards him, and clashing her dagger against his sword. He was more powerful, but she was nimble. And fast; moving like a slender mouse around his legs. Soon she was behind him, punching the hilt of the blade towards his back, before she dipped down and moved again. And in an immediate second, she cast ice beneath his feet, encircling all but where his feet were so that if he took a step he'd be on the slippery ice. <br><br>"Step forward, and fight me like a man."
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 19:23:41</strong>
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				Rage burned in his face. Trinket! It was no Trinket! It was far, far more special then that though he wasn't going to let him know that! But there was something off about his voice - it had a very feminine flavor to it. But the person certainly looked like a boy...he barely got his sword up to parry his thrusts, stepping backwards under the assault. He hits him in the back with the hilt, darting around him impossibly fast. Dargoth responds, swinging wildly, trying to hit the fleet footed figure.<br><br>"Insolent urchin!" He yells as the boy boldly challenges him to fight. He lunges forward, unaware of the slipper fate that awaited his foot on the suddenly iced cobblestones beneath. His feet slide from under him, hand dropping his sword as he arms flail in circles as he tries to regain his balance, shortly before he falls backwards onto his ass and lower back, the wind knocked from him. He writhes on the ground, one hand pressed to his back where it felt like he had just broken his tailbone, chest gasping for air!
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 23:29:36</strong>
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				His attacks were sloppy, weak, and his mind was scattered. Ethel was having <em>too</em> much ease dealing with him. Almost, too much fun. As he slipped and fell he lost his blade, and fell hard losing his breath. Air rushed out of his lungs and he writhed on the ground, the ice now probably soothing the ache of falling. Ethel raced forward, jumping to stand over him. Her feet pressed to the ice and it melted, and she leaned down over him. Ethel leaned to his ear and whispered deeply, in a scoffing remark.<br><br>"<em>Absolutely pathetic, and you call yourself a man?</em>"<br><br>It was then she was struck in the back by an arrow. She fell on top of the man and gasped, reaching into her pocket. She pulled out the amulet and slowly it turned invisible, and she clenched her fists, moving them hectically to put them back into her pockets. A Red Knight came forth, grabbing her by the back of her neck and pulling her up.<br><br>"You are under arrest, street urchin." He roared, the bow on his back glistening in the moonlight as he squeezed til Ethel- thin and writhing in the air- yelped with pain. "Apologize.<br><br>"Never! Not to... this... weak excuse... of a man!" She growled, voice deepened by anger. The man threw her, slinging her onto the street where she rolled and the arrow snapped. She yelped once more, and he returned, grabbing her and slinging her over his shoulder.<br><br>"Resistance to arrest will result in death." He said lowly, as several other knights came forth, escorting her away. <br><br>One knight then approached the man, kneeling and putting a hand on his shoulder.<br><br>"You all right m'Lord?" The man inquired calmly.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>16-07-2010, 19:57:36</strong>
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				"Yes, I am fine." Dargoth growls in response. "My honor is hurt more then anything." He says between gritted teeth. His tailbone hurt something fierce by that Knight quickly helped him to his feet. Dargoth takes a moment to dust himself off and sheath his sword once more.<br><br>"Wait!" He yells out. "That filthy Urchin stole something from me! I want it back now!" He moves frantically after the Knights with the Urchin between them. He wasn't going to let the damned boy still his most precious Amulet! He wasn't going to let the Knights take it either. "The bastard broke into my house and stole an Amulet from my bedside while I slept. I've chased him ever since and I know he has it still on him." He quickly adds. His boots were certainly still on the wrong feet he had been in such a rush to pursue the would-be thief.
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 01:16:16</strong>
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				"Ha!" Ethel said weakly, holding her bleeding side as she looked back. "I have nothing of that man's, I was too fast in escape!" She reached into her pockets, one hand bloodied, and drew them inside out. The amulet- invisible due to her spell- slipped into her palm as she did so, and as if magic, there was nothing there. Pockets empty save for a single feather that slowly glided down to the cobblestone beneath her feet. "Nothing at all." She said lowly, feeling a man jerk her. She yelped, but the thief slid her hands back into her pockets, pushing the things inside and sliding the now invisible amulet back in. <br><br>"You... I will see you again!" She growled at the man, a wily grin on her face as the knights raised her up and carried her towards the local prison...
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>23-07-2010, 03:24:03</strong>
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				Dargoth eyes went wide as the young thief emptied his pockets, his precious Amulet no where to be found! "Wha...what did you do with it!?" He yells after the guards before dropping to his knees in the street. He franticly crawls around, hands patting the ground, searching every little crevice and bump in the cobblestone. Surely it had fallen out during their...battle?&nbsp; He hadn't seen the thief discard the Amulet - why steal it in the first place? - and the only time the thief possibly could have was once he saw he was trapped.<br><br>It had to be here somewhere! Dargoth began to despair that it had been lost as he continued his search. Impossible! Improbable! Ruined! He spent much of the night continuing his search, tears welling up in his eyes. Where had it gone? There was only one thing to do, he realized, shortly before passing out on the side of the street from exhaustion. He would have to pay one of the guards to alert him to when the prisoner was moved or freed. 
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