17-10-06, 06:03 PM
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| Brigand Dread
Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: Lurking in the night!
Posts: 1,023
| The cold breeze crept under the heavy wooden door and worked its way around the room. Light from a candle flickered in the corner. Henry turned to observe the room, surveying its dark corners with suspicion for a moment. Then he looked back to the fireplace. The warmth of the fire helped him relax and he slipped into a semi sleeping state.
As Henry sat there, the tavern fireplace crackled and popped in front of him. Thoughts began to circle around in his mind. Last eve's meeting with the drows and rogues had gone well. Working with other groups was not something the gang had done before, always turning on those who considered the gang allies.
Henry thought back to those days long ago when the gang had kidnapped Baroness Twothumb and had eventually been thrown out of their own fort for doing so. He knew that should not happen again, it could not happen again! If the gang were to stand any chance of earning real large amounts of gold, alliances would need to be forged and honoured, as much as that idea bothered him.
Thoughts circled around in his mind for a while and eventually broke him out of his relaxed state. He sat up and grabbed the rusty tankard that sat on a table next to him. Before standing he slugged back a few gulps of ale, threw the tankard aside and picked up his axe. Time to go check on that wench mayoress Tussi de Luxe, he muttered to himself, no rest for the wicked?
__________________ Crush your enemies, see them driven before you and hear the lamentation of their women!
Last edited by Henry Winter; 01-03-08 at 11:33 AM.
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