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DayVampyre · 04-17-2003, 06:20 PM

The sun rose over the city buildings, but that was not what woke Avery from her revery. A sharp poking in the side of her ribs is what roused her into reality. She opened her eyes and saw a finely dressed man standing above her.

"Come on, now! I don't need you street rats in front of my place of business"

Avery scowled at the annoying man. She had fallen asleep on a wooden bench outside a store. Not that it looked like a store in the dark. She stood up and walked away. The rich man watched her until she was a safe distance away from his shop. Avery strolled down the city streets. The streets which she had called home for about ten years now. Soon, Avery would have to leave.

Being a thief wasn't easy. Avery was one of the best and up until recently had never been caught. A few close calls, everyone has them in the business, but Avery had gotten caught while trying to rob a bank. It had been a big job. But sometimes the fates turn on you and they turned on Avery. The judge had been about to sentence the seventeen year old to hang, but recieved a reprieve at the last minute.

"Or, if you so desire, you will travel to the Fanghorn, and try figure out why the Huorns are restless. Your, cleverness, might help you there"

Avery had agreed. She would have agreed to anything at that point. She had two days to leave Gondor. Avery was on the outskirts of the city when she noticed a stable. There was a sign next to the stables. What it said, Avery certainly didn't know, for she could not read, all she needed to know was that a stable had horses and horses meant faster travel. Avery smiled to herself.

With shouts of "STOP!" and "THIEF!", Avery sped away on a brown horse. She traveled about a day or so, gathering directions from locals and other wayfarers and she arrived at Isenguard by nightfall. She slowed the horse down from a gallop to a canter and then to a moderate walk. She stopped the horse at the top of a hill and looked down a sleepy village below. Smoke had begun to rise out of chimmnies and candles glowed from windows. A small kick to the horse's sides and Avery continued down the path.

She continued until she arrived at a small tavern. Being tired of riding and traveling, Avery rode the horse over to a small stable and after securing the horse, she walked back over to the tavern and entered...

[ April 28, 2003: Message edited by: DayVampyre ]

04-17-2003, 06:20 PM	#2
DayVampyre Wight Join Date: Mar 2003 Location: With Gambit, ambushing VanimaEdhel, most likely Posts: 117	The sun rose over the city buildings, but that was not what woke Avery from her revery. A sharp poking in the side of her ribs is what roused her into reality. She opened her eyes and saw a finely dressed man standing above her. "Come on, now! I don't need you street rats in front of my place of business" Avery scowled at the annoying man. She had fallen asleep on a wooden bench outside a store. Not that it looked like a store in the dark. She stood up and walked away. The rich man watched her until she was a safe distance away from his shop. Avery strolled down the city streets. The streets which she had called home for about ten years now. Soon, Avery would have to leave. Being a thief wasn't easy. Avery was one of the best and up until recently had never been caught. A few close calls, everyone has them in the business, but Avery had gotten caught while trying to rob a bank. It had been a big job. But sometimes the fates turn on you and they turned on Avery. The judge had been about to sentence the seventeen year old to hang, but recieved a reprieve at the last minute. "Or, if you so desire, you will travel to the Fanghorn, and try figure out why the Huorns are restless. Your, cleverness, might help you there" Avery had agreed. She would have agreed to anything at that point. She had two days to leave Gondor. Avery was on the outskirts of the city when she noticed a stable. There was a sign next to the stables. What it said, Avery certainly didn't know, for she could not read, all she needed to know was that a stable had horses and horses meant faster travel. Avery smiled to herself. With shouts of "STOP!" and "THIEF!", Avery sped away on a brown horse. She traveled about a day or so, gathering directions from locals and other wayfarers and she arrived at Isenguard by nightfall. She slowed the horse down from a gallop to a canter and then to a moderate walk. She stopped the horse at the top of a hill and looked down a sleepy village below. Smoke had begun to rise out of chimmnies and candles glowed from windows. A small kick to the horse's sides and Avery continued down the path. She continued until she arrived at a small tavern. Being tired of riding and traveling, Avery rode the horse over to a small stable and after securing the horse, she walked back over to the tavern and entered... [ April 28, 2003: Message edited by: DayVampyre ] __________________ ~~Your finger hired the crew? ~No, that's silly. The man who lives in my finger hired the crew, Mr. Bimbol.