His information was short and to the point. The princess was with only a single hand-maiden, and was frequently in town on her town, in and out of local shops. It was like someone was purposefully making this easy on him. Either that, or he was being set-up in a bigger way than he could have possibly predicted. Kamron watched from the shadows as the princess left the shops. It was raining, which was another blessing on the thief’s plight. There would be very few people out and about. He couldn’t hear the conversation between the princess and the maid, but he saw the princess gesture towards a less occupied path, and he waited until they started down it to move up quickly behind. The sound of the rain helped to drown out the sound that he had made catching up to them, though he was still quite light on his feet. His boots, unlike the Princesses, was made for walking through all types of terrain. He caught up to them quickly, and spent a few moments debating how to take care of the maid before he proceeded.
When the thief acted, it was very quick. He rushed up behind the pair and grabbed the hand maiden, pulling her arm behind her back and pushing her up against the wall. He pulled out a small blade and pressed it gently against the woman’s back, and then turned to the princess. “If you scream, call out, or do anything sudden, I will kill your hand-maiden. Nod if you understand, but do not speak.” He directed, pulling on the woman’s arm slightly to make her call out, and hopefully get the princess to agree more quickly.
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The ship was called the Ocean’s Whore. It wasn’t a particularly beautiful name, but it wasn’t a particularly beautiful ship either. The massive vessel had seen some good days, but most had not been so kind to her, largely due to the black flag that waved high with the wind…or rather, the captain who had adorned the ship with such a flag in the first place. It was late afternoon, and had been a difficult trip for Kamron, but he had made it to the ship, and spoke to the captain, as he had been instructed. The arrangements were settled. He had a map with the position marked where the ship would be waiting. Once he had his cargo, he would take a skiff from the docks to the ship. They would provide him transport, no questions asked. It was the best deal he could get, and though the price was steep, it was necessary.
The once-small-time thief left the pier, and went back to the horse he had commandeered from a man too drunk to notice a few days before. He would ride to the castle, get the princess, and then bring her to the group who had tried to destroy his life. The Midnight Society, usually just called the Society, demanded the girl, and while Kamron would have never taken a job this big, he was out of options. They had some sort of magic, or religious text, he didn’t know. In any case, he was sick, and he was going to get worse until he delivered the girl. He had been stupid enough to wait a few days already, doubting that it was real. But already his hair was beginning to thin, and this think black vine was beginning to appear on the skin of his chest, spiraling out slowly, every day stretching further across his body. Soon, he would truly look like a monster.
The man made his way to the castle, and paid off a servant for information on when the princess would be coming and going. Ideally, he could catch her outside of the castle, because going inside of the place and getting back out again would be incredibly difficult. However, if there was no information provided that helped him to catch her outside and largely unguarded, then he would simply have to slip in as a servant and try his luck at that. Kamron didn’t know much at all about the princess. He knew that there was a younger brother, heir to the throne, and that she was around marrying age. He was pretty sure he would recognize her by her clothing, but he knew also that she was fair skinned and blonde...though that was about it.
The once-small-time thief left the pier, and went back to the horse he had commandeered from a man too drunk to notice a few days before. He would ride to the castle, get the princess, and then bring her to the group who had tried to destroy his life. The Midnight Society, usually just called the Society, demanded the girl, and while Kamron would have never taken a job this big, he was out of options. They had some sort of magic, or religious text, he didn’t know. In any case, he was sick, and he was going to get worse until he delivered the girl. He had been stupid enough to wait a few days already, doubting that it was real. But already his hair was beginning to thin, and this think black vine was beginning to appear on the skin of his chest, spiraling out slowly, every day stretching further across his body. Soon, he would truly look like a monster.
The man made his way to the castle, and paid off a servant for information on when the princess would be coming and going. Ideally, he could catch her outside of the castle, because going inside of the place and getting back out again would be incredibly difficult. However, if there was no information provided that helped him to catch her outside and largely unguarded, then he would simply have to slip in as a servant and try his luck at that. Kamron didn’t know much at all about the princess. He knew that there was a younger brother, heir to the throne, and that she was around marrying age. He was pretty sure he would recognize her by her clothing, but he knew also that she was fair skinned and blonde...though that was about it.
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Name: Kamron Blythe
Age: 23
Appearance:6 feet, 160 pounds- lean and thin.
History: Suffering from the classic case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time, Kamron was arrested when he tried to purchase a bracelet for his mother from a man who was a rather well-known thief. Kamron’s home had been burned down in an ‘accident,’ though he never believed it to be such, and he was using the last of his savings to try to replace the bracelet that his mother had loved dearly. The guards were hunting the thief because the bracelet and a host of other jewelry was stolen from a nobleman’s home. Kamron was never sure if they mistook him for an associate, or simply wanted to make an example of him.
His punishment was to be branded with the mark of a thief, a burn that would mark the skin of his right hand, and prevent him from ever being deemed trustworthy again. Some politician had dreamed up the idea that it was more humane than cutting off the hand of the culprit, but Kamron didn’t quite agree. Just before the sentence was executed, word reached the prison that the palace was having a party, and needed more hands. Kamron was rounded up with the other prisoners, where the representative from the palace picked almost twenty men to be sent over. As one of the chosen ones, Kamron’s punishment became a life of servitude, rather than a life in shame. He didn't accept this, though, and found a way to escape. He hid on the streets, in the places that no one wanted to look, and became the man that the guards thought he had been.
Name: Elionwy
Age: 19
Appearance:
Personality/Bio: Firstborn to the king and Queen of the Kingdom of <kingdom>, Elionwy grew up learning languages, politics, and other proper, princess-y things - how to play music, how to dance, how to politely turn down a suitor... She grew up learning nothing else, expecting to be queen. But at the age of fifteen, her parents had a son. Suddenly, Elionwy was no longer heir, at least in the eyes of her father. She has spent the last four years waiting for him to make the announcement official... while trying to prove to him that she deserves the crown.
*I couldn't get your picture up because I don't have the link.*
Name: Kamron Blythe
Age: 23
Appearance:6 feet, 160 pounds- lean and thin.
History: Suffering from the classic case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time, Kamron was arrested when he tried to purchase a bracelet for his mother from a man who was a rather well-known thief. Kamron’s home had been burned down in an ‘accident,’ though he never believed it to be such, and he was using the last of his savings to try to replace the bracelet that his mother had loved dearly. The guards were hunting the thief because the bracelet and a host of other jewelry was stolen from a nobleman’s home. Kamron was never sure if they mistook him for an associate, or simply wanted to make an example of him.
His punishment was to be branded with the mark of a thief, a burn that would mark the skin of his right hand, and prevent him from ever being deemed trustworthy again. Some politician had dreamed up the idea that it was more humane than cutting off the hand of the culprit, but Kamron didn’t quite agree. Just before the sentence was executed, word reached the prison that the palace was having a party, and needed more hands. Kamron was rounded up with the other prisoners, where the representative from the palace picked almost twenty men to be sent over. As one of the chosen ones, Kamron’s punishment became a life of servitude, rather than a life in shame. He didn't accept this, though, and found a way to escape. He hid on the streets, in the places that no one wanted to look, and became the man that the guards thought he had been.
Name: Elionwy
Age: 19
Appearance:
Personality/Bio: Firstborn to the king and Queen of the Kingdom of <kingdom>, Elionwy grew up learning languages, politics, and other proper, princess-y things - how to play music, how to dance, how to politely turn down a suitor... She grew up learning nothing else, expecting to be queen. But at the age of fifteen, her parents had a son. Suddenly, Elionwy was no longer heir, at least in the eyes of her father. She has spent the last four years waiting for him to make the announcement official... while trying to prove to him that she deserves the crown.
*I couldn't get your picture up because I don't have the link.*
i'm here! and I am the only one who matters, lol.
Heya, back on the new new site. glad to see people already flocking towards their rightful home.
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