youngmastervivi
Black Mage from Valactia
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The names Rey Loys. I run a little shop downtown Varnasia, selling magic scrolls. Of course that's all for show. The scrolls are useless.
The truth is I'm a criminal. A thief to be exact, a rob banks for a living ... sometimes vaults. People hire me, the rich folk. They tell me about a painting another ones got locked in a vault, they say I can keep whatever else is in there usually.
See I got meself into a little trouble the other day, this guy sends me a letter. He's one of those rich folk see. He says he got me little sister safe right?
Now the guy wants me to a job for him. Otherwise bye bye sister.
You see I maybe a crook but I got me own set of morals. Families should be untouchable right?
Any ways, I'm in a bit of a jiffy. See here the rich guy wants me to rob this bank that he himself owns. Weird eh? Long story short the truth is that he's a pawn, his uncle owns the bank, he wants out of this trap, see? So he comes up with this plan to steal all the riches inside, then run off into the land. Probably hire some mercanaries to keep himself safe.
The security for the banks top notch. Guards at all times. Plus what other demons they got.
The problem for me is that I just one guy. I need like a whole crew to take that place down.
The Breed of Criminals.
I hope some one will read the flyer. Come to my shop. The reward is how much you can take. I want nothing - jus' me sis'.
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The whole place had seen better days, it wasn't long ago that he had gone out on a quest but his little shop was now a mess. His sister had done a great job at screwing up all the sections. Scrolls were everywhere.
He began to tidy wondering how much she had sold for him when he was out. First he fixed up the healing isle at the front of the room. Then worked around the small little shop.
Rey had taken off his coat when he walked in the door, it lay flat on a rackk near the counter. When everything seemed in order he sat back behing the counter, he though where is she?
'Urghh' he groaned as he stood up, time to check the supplies out back ... or rather his own personal .... gear.
He opened up a small locked door behind the counter, boxes of scrolls lay everywhere. He weaved through them to the back of the room. A small table lay alone with a couple of cabinets and a small safe. First he checked the safe, a combination of 4, 17, 2, 14, and 5 opened it. It was empty as he had left it.
He moved onto the cabinet, it contained his files. He shifted his hat out of his eyes to check the contents.
'Good.' he muttered as he noticed the last one read ..... Job: Theif - cash, RR. That was the last job he had done before leaving for his .... other business.
He sighed as he sat down on the only stool at the table, everything was in order. He brushed his hand across the table and layed down. His hand felt a small bit of paper.
'Huh,' groaned Rey.
He unfolded the paper.
We got your sister. Come meet us alone. We'll be waiting at the Last Oak.
It wasn't signed.
'What!' shouts Rey after he finishes reading.
Well that was a week ago. He had met the people at the inn, they had a job for him ... bigger than any thing he had ever done before .... anything that any criminal had done in this town before.
He had sent out an offer through the local net works ... but no one replied. This job was impossible for just one person. The other crims of Varnasia must of thought the job was too risky, even though the pay could keep them along for a few years at least.
So Rey Loys needed some other way to find some guys to help him.
Late afternoon 8th day.
The scroll shop was closing soon, Rey noted that he had a larger amount of customers than usual. Around this time most days he could close early, he sister must have brought in some new customers. Rey wasn't concerned though.
A couple of girls was searching through a section, Rey decided to help out.
'Everythin' 'right gals, don't need any help?' he ask behind the pair.
'No sir, just this one.' she giggled
'That'll be jus' a copper.' he smile.
They were his last customers that day, he closed the store not long after they had left. He pulled his brown coat and hat over himself and left out into the night.
The streets were packed as usual. Not really to his liking, he took the back streets to his local bar. Varnasia was a widespread city, apart from the main line of shops and stalls the rest of the place was in all directions.
The tavern was just a small walk away. He knew the locals inside well enough but wasn't close to any of them. He picked his usual spot at the far corner of the bar. He sat with his back up againast the wall. The metal in his coat was nice against his back.
'The usual.' he muttered.
The owner wasn't much to look at, sort of over weight and had a long grey beard. His head was bald. He cleaned a large glass and half filled it with a brown liquid then topped up the glass with what appeared to be water. He slid it down the bar to Rey.
The drink didn't really have much of a taste, one time it was bitter and another slightly sweet. All Rey cared for was that is was very strong.
'So hows it going Rey? asked the owner jokingly.
'Ye know, so shut up.' he muttered angrily.
Even though Rey had hated his magic it had it's uses sometimes. He flicked a small flame to his pointer finger, it spread to his other fingers tips. The sprang awy to the owners beard, it roared with fire, Rey clicked and the fire was gone.
The bar keeper mumbled something then walked away.
Rey sat back and closed his eyes. He continued to drink silently.
join if you wish ...
The names Rey Loys. I run a little shop downtown Varnasia, selling magic scrolls. Of course that's all for show. The scrolls are useless.
The truth is I'm a criminal. A thief to be exact, a rob banks for a living ... sometimes vaults. People hire me, the rich folk. They tell me about a painting another ones got locked in a vault, they say I can keep whatever else is in there usually.
See I got meself into a little trouble the other day, this guy sends me a letter. He's one of those rich folk see. He says he got me little sister safe right?
Now the guy wants me to a job for him. Otherwise bye bye sister.
You see I maybe a crook but I got me own set of morals. Families should be untouchable right?
Any ways, I'm in a bit of a jiffy. See here the rich guy wants me to rob this bank that he himself owns. Weird eh? Long story short the truth is that he's a pawn, his uncle owns the bank, he wants out of this trap, see? So he comes up with this plan to steal all the riches inside, then run off into the land. Probably hire some mercanaries to keep himself safe.
The security for the banks top notch. Guards at all times. Plus what other demons they got.
The problem for me is that I just one guy. I need like a whole crew to take that place down.
The Breed of Criminals.
I hope some one will read the flyer. Come to my shop. The reward is how much you can take. I want nothing - jus' me sis'.
________
The whole place had seen better days, it wasn't long ago that he had gone out on a quest but his little shop was now a mess. His sister had done a great job at screwing up all the sections. Scrolls were everywhere.
He began to tidy wondering how much she had sold for him when he was out. First he fixed up the healing isle at the front of the room. Then worked around the small little shop.
Rey had taken off his coat when he walked in the door, it lay flat on a rackk near the counter. When everything seemed in order he sat back behing the counter, he though where is she?
'Urghh' he groaned as he stood up, time to check the supplies out back ... or rather his own personal .... gear.
He opened up a small locked door behind the counter, boxes of scrolls lay everywhere. He weaved through them to the back of the room. A small table lay alone with a couple of cabinets and a small safe. First he checked the safe, a combination of 4, 17, 2, 14, and 5 opened it. It was empty as he had left it.
He moved onto the cabinet, it contained his files. He shifted his hat out of his eyes to check the contents.
'Good.' he muttered as he noticed the last one read ..... Job: Theif - cash, RR. That was the last job he had done before leaving for his .... other business.
He sighed as he sat down on the only stool at the table, everything was in order. He brushed his hand across the table and layed down. His hand felt a small bit of paper.
'Huh,' groaned Rey.
He unfolded the paper.
We got your sister. Come meet us alone. We'll be waiting at the Last Oak.
It wasn't signed.
'What!' shouts Rey after he finishes reading.
Well that was a week ago. He had met the people at the inn, they had a job for him ... bigger than any thing he had ever done before .... anything that any criminal had done in this town before.
He had sent out an offer through the local net works ... but no one replied. This job was impossible for just one person. The other crims of Varnasia must of thought the job was too risky, even though the pay could keep them along for a few years at least.
So Rey Loys needed some other way to find some guys to help him.
Late afternoon 8th day.
The scroll shop was closing soon, Rey noted that he had a larger amount of customers than usual. Around this time most days he could close early, he sister must have brought in some new customers. Rey wasn't concerned though.
A couple of girls was searching through a section, Rey decided to help out.
'Everythin' 'right gals, don't need any help?' he ask behind the pair.
'No sir, just this one.' she giggled
'That'll be jus' a copper.' he smile.
They were his last customers that day, he closed the store not long after they had left. He pulled his brown coat and hat over himself and left out into the night.
The streets were packed as usual. Not really to his liking, he took the back streets to his local bar. Varnasia was a widespread city, apart from the main line of shops and stalls the rest of the place was in all directions.
The tavern was just a small walk away. He knew the locals inside well enough but wasn't close to any of them. He picked his usual spot at the far corner of the bar. He sat with his back up againast the wall. The metal in his coat was nice against his back.
'The usual.' he muttered.
The owner wasn't much to look at, sort of over weight and had a long grey beard. His head was bald. He cleaned a large glass and half filled it with a brown liquid then topped up the glass with what appeared to be water. He slid it down the bar to Rey.
The drink didn't really have much of a taste, one time it was bitter and another slightly sweet. All Rey cared for was that is was very strong.
'So hows it going Rey? asked the owner jokingly.
'Ye know, so shut up.' he muttered angrily.
Even though Rey had hated his magic it had it's uses sometimes. He flicked a small flame to his pointer finger, it spread to his other fingers tips. The sprang awy to the owners beard, it roared with fire, Rey clicked and the fire was gone.
The bar keeper mumbled something then walked away.
Rey sat back and closed his eyes. He continued to drink silently.
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