Post by Trianna A'rymquil on Dec 14, 2006 10:49:40 GMT -5
Trianna woke in heap in the gutters of Trevalen. The chill of the night bit her to the bone. She groaned as she pushed herself up to her feet and stiffled a yawn as she gazed up at the sky and its rising sun.
She pulled her black cloak around her, and surveyed her weapons. Her sword was securely fastened to her back, and a knife was still in her right-legged sheath.
Her stomach growled, a reminder to her that she had not eaten since the previous morning; an apple she stole from a passing merchant. She sighed.
"This is not a way to live; even for a rogue!" she said to herself, under her breath. She was thirsty, hungry, frustrated and itching for a fix!
The life of a thief was one of adventure, risk, adrenaline and fear. Sleeping in a gutter, alone - especially alone and without the comfort of warm flesh to ease her mind, was no way for her to live. She had great dreams and aspirations. To run her own guild. To have men and women at her beck and call to fetch her things, and haul in the loot. Sure, it would take much work, determination and grit. Sure, she had a lot to learn... and learn it she would. No one had ever accused Trianna A'Rymquil of being lazy.
She made her way into the merchant's district. Surely there must be some work to be had. She eyed the alleyways for glimmers of a hidden figure looking for a prospect... and there, not much past the blacksmith's stand - was a shadowy figure; a man - not 5 feet tall.
"Gromlick." she said.
Changing course, she made her way to an adjacent alley, and took a tour around the smithy's shop, and with slight of foot, came up behind the dark-haired half-pint.
"Gromlick Thorgun - Imagine my surprise at finding you skulking in shadow!" Trianna said with a hint of seduction.
The Southern-Dwarf let out a grumpy grunt and spun on a heel to face Trianna with a look of fury that could threaten any man. However, as he beheld Trianna as she openned her cloak to reveal a half-cut tunic, and her flat-bellied apparel, his face softened and released a smile.
"You, my dear, were not what i had expected."
"Clearly!" Trianna giggled...
"What brings you to my alley, A'rymquil!"
"Why - you do, my handsome little half-pint!"
Gromlick pulled upon his beard. He dispised being a dwarf, and the reminder that he was usually invoked a violent response, but with a touch of Trianna's hand upon his bulbous face, he relented and allowed himself to be cooed.
"How may I be of service, my dear?" he straighted up and pulled away from Trianna, "And make it quick; I have business with which to attend."
"Work!" Trianna said factly, her tone now turning to a more business-like chatter, "I was hoping that someone as tied into Delain's underground like you can point me in the direction of work!"
"I have nothing for you. I have my own thief within my employ, Trianna - and you refuse to join any guild of repute -and so, I am afraid that i cannot help you!" Gromlick said, eyes back upon the milling streets of Trevalen.
"It does not have to be pickpocket or lockpicking work, Gromlick! Anything that will get me out of this cursed place; i've been idle too long." Trianna said.
Gromlick stared at the goings-on in silence, clearly struggling with a dilemma.
Trianna looked down at the dwarf patiently. She would not beg; could not, beg!! Besides, she had nowhere else to go. Her stomach growled and she grit her teeth against the sound. It sickened her that Gromlicks lips smiled. He had leverage upon her - and it killed her. She sighed.
"I will not beg for information. All I have are services..or favours; take your pick of them..." Trianna leaned against the smithy's shop...
"I do have some information of a job in Auregon. A posting by a Merchant there looking for adventurers! I could send a missive to him on your behalf; you would need not apply through his agents... "
Hope shun in Trianna's mind. This was what she had been waiting for.. "In return for... what??"
"This merchant has something that I need..."
"Need? or want?"
"What is the difference to you. What matters is that I want you to get it for me... within a month of your leaving Delain - I will have a man meet with you in secret and we will make the exchange. Deliver it not - and I will send a missive to him, that you are there to rob him blind and he will have your head on a plate!" A mischievious grin befit the dwarf's face.
"I see your point, clearly, Gromlick. Who is this Merchant - and I will go to him immediately." Trianna resigned to the job.
"Thistlefoot. Messir Palledon Thistlefoot. He is a merchant in Auregon .. directly in the heart of Merchant's row. I trust you can find him on your own!" Gromlick tugged upon his beard.
"And what is the item!?"
"A ruby that he keeps within his cloak pocket, secured in a bag.. I care not how you get it. Make it look like someone else stole it if you must - for if you are found out - to the dungeon it will be, and your payment forfeit!" the dwarf nodded, "I know you can do this."
"Very well. it will be done..." Finally some excitement, thought Trianna. "Thank again, Gromlick - once again you have prooved your worth!"
"I have.....?" a red faced dwarf spun on Trianna, who smiled and made to walk away. A dwarven hand lashed out to grab her hand - and she made to take hold of her knife, when the half-pint held an apple before her...
"Eat!!" Gromlick said, "I cannot stand to see such a beauty of a thing starve... and I like my women with some plump upon their rumps..."
"Your heart is in the right place," Trianna accepted the apple, and bend to kiss the dwarf upon his bulbous nose... "You will hear from me in a fortnight!"
She pulled her black cloak around her, and surveyed her weapons. Her sword was securely fastened to her back, and a knife was still in her right-legged sheath.
Her stomach growled, a reminder to her that she had not eaten since the previous morning; an apple she stole from a passing merchant. She sighed.
"This is not a way to live; even for a rogue!" she said to herself, under her breath. She was thirsty, hungry, frustrated and itching for a fix!
The life of a thief was one of adventure, risk, adrenaline and fear. Sleeping in a gutter, alone - especially alone and without the comfort of warm flesh to ease her mind, was no way for her to live. She had great dreams and aspirations. To run her own guild. To have men and women at her beck and call to fetch her things, and haul in the loot. Sure, it would take much work, determination and grit. Sure, she had a lot to learn... and learn it she would. No one had ever accused Trianna A'Rymquil of being lazy.
She made her way into the merchant's district. Surely there must be some work to be had. She eyed the alleyways for glimmers of a hidden figure looking for a prospect... and there, not much past the blacksmith's stand - was a shadowy figure; a man - not 5 feet tall.
"Gromlick." she said.
Changing course, she made her way to an adjacent alley, and took a tour around the smithy's shop, and with slight of foot, came up behind the dark-haired half-pint.
"Gromlick Thorgun - Imagine my surprise at finding you skulking in shadow!" Trianna said with a hint of seduction.
The Southern-Dwarf let out a grumpy grunt and spun on a heel to face Trianna with a look of fury that could threaten any man. However, as he beheld Trianna as she openned her cloak to reveal a half-cut tunic, and her flat-bellied apparel, his face softened and released a smile.
"You, my dear, were not what i had expected."
"Clearly!" Trianna giggled...
"What brings you to my alley, A'rymquil!"
"Why - you do, my handsome little half-pint!"
Gromlick pulled upon his beard. He dispised being a dwarf, and the reminder that he was usually invoked a violent response, but with a touch of Trianna's hand upon his bulbous face, he relented and allowed himself to be cooed.
"How may I be of service, my dear?" he straighted up and pulled away from Trianna, "And make it quick; I have business with which to attend."
"Work!" Trianna said factly, her tone now turning to a more business-like chatter, "I was hoping that someone as tied into Delain's underground like you can point me in the direction of work!"
"I have nothing for you. I have my own thief within my employ, Trianna - and you refuse to join any guild of repute -and so, I am afraid that i cannot help you!" Gromlick said, eyes back upon the milling streets of Trevalen.
"It does not have to be pickpocket or lockpicking work, Gromlick! Anything that will get me out of this cursed place; i've been idle too long." Trianna said.
Gromlick stared at the goings-on in silence, clearly struggling with a dilemma.
Trianna looked down at the dwarf patiently. She would not beg; could not, beg!! Besides, she had nowhere else to go. Her stomach growled and she grit her teeth against the sound. It sickened her that Gromlicks lips smiled. He had leverage upon her - and it killed her. She sighed.
"I will not beg for information. All I have are services..or favours; take your pick of them..." Trianna leaned against the smithy's shop...
"I do have some information of a job in Auregon. A posting by a Merchant there looking for adventurers! I could send a missive to him on your behalf; you would need not apply through his agents... "
Hope shun in Trianna's mind. This was what she had been waiting for.. "In return for... what??"
"This merchant has something that I need..."
"Need? or want?"
"What is the difference to you. What matters is that I want you to get it for me... within a month of your leaving Delain - I will have a man meet with you in secret and we will make the exchange. Deliver it not - and I will send a missive to him, that you are there to rob him blind and he will have your head on a plate!" A mischievious grin befit the dwarf's face.
"I see your point, clearly, Gromlick. Who is this Merchant - and I will go to him immediately." Trianna resigned to the job.
"Thistlefoot. Messir Palledon Thistlefoot. He is a merchant in Auregon .. directly in the heart of Merchant's row. I trust you can find him on your own!" Gromlick tugged upon his beard.
"And what is the item!?"
"A ruby that he keeps within his cloak pocket, secured in a bag.. I care not how you get it. Make it look like someone else stole it if you must - for if you are found out - to the dungeon it will be, and your payment forfeit!" the dwarf nodded, "I know you can do this."
"Very well. it will be done..." Finally some excitement, thought Trianna. "Thank again, Gromlick - once again you have prooved your worth!"
"I have.....?" a red faced dwarf spun on Trianna, who smiled and made to walk away. A dwarven hand lashed out to grab her hand - and she made to take hold of her knife, when the half-pint held an apple before her...
"Eat!!" Gromlick said, "I cannot stand to see such a beauty of a thing starve... and I like my women with some plump upon their rumps..."
"Your heart is in the right place," Trianna accepted the apple, and bend to kiss the dwarf upon his bulbous nose... "You will hear from me in a fortnight!"