Raissa
Anthro Gecko
Sticky Fingers!
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Post by Raissa on Nov 14, 2006 18:04:53 GMT -5
Raissa woke, yawning, and stretched in the narrow crawl space of someone else's attic. The residents would be back soon, and the gecko needed to keep looking for that confounded Thieves Guild. She squirmed outside, ripping her shirt slightly on a protruding nail head. Grumbling, she slowly wriggled out of the entrance-hole far enough to cling to the wall. After maneuvering her legs out of the crawl space, the gecko quietly dropped to the adjacent roof, where she examined the scenery for a moment. The weather was looking miserable, again. The sky was grey and cloudy, the air damp, as it had been the last few days. Aren't those weather mages supposed to be good enough to keep us from having permanent crappy weather? Raissa sighed, climbing down into an empty alley. Of course, no one can afford to hire the weather mages, with their extortionist fees. I've no idea why they aren't accused of thievery... The gecko ventured out of the alley, occasionally passing the lamplighters at their work. Humming, she wandered the streets, thinking of dinner and how to get the attention of the mysterious thieves guild without also attracting the local constabulary forces. First, she probably needed to find a bar. Raissa liked inebriated, slightly randy men.
They were easy to steal from.
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Post by Non-Player Characters on Nov 17, 2006 18:20:28 GMT -5
"You cain't throw me out! I'm...I'm powerful! I'm a forsche to be *hic* reckoned wit'!" "Yer drunk and unwanted; Get out and STAY OUT until you can pay back all the gold on yer tab!" The raised voices could easily be heard for quite a distance. A door slam punctuated the end of the argument as Hortis was forcefully removed from the bar. "May the curshes of Tur *hic* yk the Des...Deshtroyer fall upon yer heads!" Disgruntled, the drunken man rose to unsteady feet. "I used t' own the Marketplace. Men feared me. But then... then....then the Hawk! Th' Society! They ruined me! Ruined! My boys wouldn't listen...they wouldn't stay with me. One of the lunkheads thought HE would be a better 'leader'. What does HE know about leadin'? I was the besht!" Hortis was by this point shouting again. He didn't care who heard; he was past caring. "They'll pay, they will. Ol' Hortis will get them back! The Society, my team...They'll all PAY!" Finally, the alcohol in his system overpowered even his anger, and he crumpled to the sidewalk. Those who had ignored his drunken rant went out of their way to avoid his fallen body, but no one helped him up. The same people who he had extorted and threatened now laughed at his situation. They didn't have to lock him up; watching him suffer the reversal of his life was enough. Contrary to his rant, he wasn't poor. He was just in a lower station of life now, and if he didn't watch himself, he soon would be as poor as those he used to bully.
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