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[centre][color=82ca9d][b]Theodore Doubleblade[/b][/color][/centre]


Theodore scoffed at the notion of surface ore. It had been so long since he had worked with the inferior product most human settlements could produce he had nearly forgotten how brittle the useless scarp could be if not treated proper. [color=82ca9d]"Tell ye' what, Lass. I see you givin' the shine on me chestguard. You want a taste you had better come up with a convincing trade."[/color] He barked a laugh and strode towards the downed and sleeping elf, looking around for the one who had ran off before giving a shrug.[color=82ca9d] "We're leavin'. I don't care how many guards come looking but I won't be hassled on some nowhere street in the middle of the royals backyard."[/color] An Idea struck him as a mischievous grin took his face from ear to ear. 
Theo bent down and grabbed the downed elf, lifting him over his shoulders like a light sack of potatoes. 

[color=82ca9d]"How many of you feel like finding the backdoor to the castle?"[/color] His grin had not dissipated in the slightest.

Karl slung over his shoulder the grey beard took off in a sprint before the others could answer, despite his armor and the added weight of his new shoulder armor the older dwarf seemed to have no problem pacing ahead steadily, his armor barely made a noise as he sped along the streets and alleyways towards his goal. Karls head bobbed up and down every step of the way breaking any kind of tension Theo felt about his rather odd activities. First the fist fight, then the flirt, and now a break in of the most heavily guarded fortress on the continent. Memories of his wild younger days on the Isle with the Ocular fluttered through his mind at the rush of adrenaline over the sheer prospect. In 400 years of life Theodore had seen the rise of a secret nation and had a firm hand in the taming of such a wild world but the building of its monuments, becoming an integral part of the society while remaining respectfully distant. He had overcome the Turning and earned his poisonous gifts, he had conquered trolls and ogres, mountain giants, colossal insects, and even an ancient pale worm that had nearly taken his life! 

The castle would be no challenge if he willed himself to infiltrate it. But the younglings would not understand that need for adventure he craved in his older years, lost in their own worlds. They swept up the dark alleyways until the fortress was in sight. Guards patrolled the area heavily, and other such traps were likely waiting. [color=82ca9d]"Any ideas?"[/color]