Ah, the smell of burnt corpses in the morning. Nothing better to start the morning. Tobias rocked back and forth in an old chair, his legs up on the study's desk. He glanced to his right, where a big pile of burnt, magically enchanted items laid on the floor. Amongst them stood tall a grandftaher clock inscribed with strange glyphs. A special artefact that was unique amongs the other items. It showed the time without missing a single second in a thousand years, and the display lit the drak room with an eerie blue glow. The light reflected from the shining plates of the corpses, and then faded away on the black stone walls. However Tobias didn't want these practical, but insanely common enchantements of the clock. He was more interested in a custom enchantement the item possessed. If rewinded, it would count back to an event the user had in mind. Thought the previous owner busted it to hell, making it miss by a few days, it was still sueful for any bandit. Tobias looked at the display. The clock's hand ticked between a few days of time from now. With a smirk running through his face Tobias began chanting a song, writing it down on a small paper.
"Come out, come out, wherever you hide
Your time is down, I'll cut your pride
Your future shone, but now it's gone
Only destruction, will meet you hon' "
Re reading the text Tobias let out a childish laughter, and clapped for hismelf. "Perfect, perfect! I am such a poet. Now it's time to leave this stinkhole." With a small dagger he pinned the paper on the study's table and left the burnt room, with the guard's corpses. With a leisurely hop, he entered a small hallway, with another corpse. The walls were burnt here too, just like in all the other rooms. After all he burnt it down. Whistling a song, he grabbed the corpse and started dancing with it to a rhyme. It didn't take long until the head fell down from the body, echoing the thud within the walls of the safehouse. As the whistling intensified, Tobias bent the corpse and whipsred to it. "I'll be taking your ring my lady." Just as hastly as he picked up the corpse, he dropped it on the floor, taking a small ring from it's finger, with the Royal Guard's symbol on it. With a stone cold expression he left the place, no longer with the cheerful mood. "A stinky hole befitting you scum." As the doors closed behind him, he took one last glance at what little remained of the Royal Guard's safehouse.
Ashbourne, was a bustling city, one of noble history, but a disasterous ending. The place used to be a merchant's town, as it had a centralised location if one wanted to travel between the mountains. Traders would stop and go every day, bringing wealth to the town, and those who lived in it. However after Veiron, trade fell, and more and more people began turning into thieves and murderers. Soon the city was swarming with no good people and robberies took place every day. Now it's just a town filled with those who don't want to leave their heritage, but under the surface, the town houses the Thieve's Guild, the only thing that keeps the city running. They restrict the thieves and bandits who are not in the guild, or in any other major bandit faction. Onyl with their help, the city can keep running, and maintaining a liveable economy.
As Tobias walked down the paved road, filled with dirt and mud after the recent rains. People rushed by him in hoods, carrying a small bag of something. A few guards ran after them, but there was no chance they can keep up with the thieves. The slums are of town would make any traveller regret coming to the town. With it's shady figures and run down buidlings, the narrow alleways didn't made the palce into an ideal spot four tourists. But it was the palce where he felt safe. Tobias walked past a group of hooded figures, and as he passed they nodded him. Tobias jsut continued his leisurely walk not in a rush to greet the bunch. People knew him in town, and no one would mess with him. Just his sigil was neough to scare people away, however the few youngters who have never heard of him before all enede up in the canals, rotting there as food for the rats.
After half an hour of walk in teh zig-zag maze of streets, the houses started to thin out, and the road became wider again. The buildings became higher, and all of the windows had bars on them. the district housed those who were the middle class before veiron, and obviously they didn't want their wealth to be stolen. The crowd was also less shady, and the people on the street started to look weird at him. Two guards on patrol passed him, and they nod in greetings. Tobias put up his widest smile and greeted the "gentlemen". After some walk, he reached an area where no people was present, and with a few quick hops, he climbed one of the buildings, and reached the roof. Fromt ehre he could see the clock tower, and along with it, his usual hiding place. With a broad smirk he told himself "Now, we wait for our bird to catch the bait."
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Fish of Oblivion
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