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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 810826" data-attributes="member: 9255">UNDER A DARKSUNSEGMENT 043 “Hired Help”Mania had spent of the remainder of the day walking back to Nibenay.&nbsp; On the way he saw merchants coming and going.&nbsp; Saw nobles travel in the greatest of comfort.&nbsp; He saw slave trade caravans.&nbsp; Ironically, some of the workers were slaves themselves.&nbsp; He saw tradesmen, tired and nearly broken walking to their homes or places of work.&nbsp; “I’m so stupid.”&nbsp; He muttered this over and over again.&nbsp; “Keela is married.&nbsp; Married to the ruler of Nibenay.&nbsp; Why did I think I had a chance to be with her?&nbsp; Her folks were right.&nbsp; He was below her and beyond her means.”“But what of Jocasta?&nbsp; He cared for her.&nbsp; More than he first thought.&nbsp; Has his fling with Keela ruined that?”&nbsp; He kicked a stone in the road.&nbsp; As he walked up to the same stone again, he kicked it again.&nbsp; And Again. And again.&nbsp; Dark now and lost in his thoughts a man standing on the roadside chewing on a piece of straw surprised him.“Got a ceramic bit?” asked the scruffy man.&nbsp; Mania, absent mindedly reaches into his pouch and drops a triangular shaped clay wedge with Nibenay’s seal on it onto the beggars outreached palm.&nbsp; “Thankyou Mania.”He hears one attacker come from behind but finds two knives nearly striking him.&nbsp; The three thieves regroup surrounding Mania.&nbsp; “We’re going to cut you up boy.” Says one rogue.&nbsp; “Feed you to the halflings we are.” Says a second one.&nbsp; The third rogue merely smiles.&nbsp; Each obsidian knife is glazed with a paste. Poison!Mania rolls into one attack taking a scratch on his leg.&nbsp; He springs up solidly pouching one rogue.&nbsp; The others miss the swift moving young man.“Oye! Dirk- grab the blasted elf of a man!” Yells the man that first addressed Mania for money.Mania begins to spin in tight and low motions confusing the rogues.&nbsp; Dirk swings and gets in a hit on Mania’s shoulder.&nbsp; A smear of greenish pastes visible but not in the wound itself.&nbsp; Mania rolls onto his back then kicks straight up trying to keep the large silent man off of him.&nbsp; A solid kick to his jaw causes several teeth to break free.&nbsp; An anguished snarl comes from him.&nbsp; Prone, Mania can not defend himself from the third man’s attack.&nbsp; The blade bites deep into his arm.&nbsp; The wound burns but if from the injury or from poison Mania is uncertain.Grabbing the man’s arm he draws it down into his rising knee.&nbsp; A loud and sharp crack is heard and the man goes limp.&nbsp; The big man stumbles over the body as the other man misses the swift moving Mania.&nbsp; He jumps and rolls between the men.&nbsp; A hard backhand drops the wounded beggar leaving the bigman.&nbsp; He hesitates too long seeing both of his friends beaten and unconscience before him.&nbsp; Mania hits him hard across the head sending the man spiraling limply to the ground.&nbsp; Breathing heavily, Mania presses his palms onto his knees and inspects the would be thieves.&nbsp; “Oh…my my my…. not thieves thugs.&nbsp; He remembers Roturi’s parting words and the fact the beggar spoke his name.”Smiling in way that would stun a templar, Mania says slowly to himself, “Personal, nothing about business.”</blockquote>

[QUOTE="megamania, post: 810826, member: 9255"] UNDER A DARKSUN SEGMENT 043 “Hired Help” Mania had spent of the remainder of the day walking back to Nibenay. On the way he saw merchants coming and going. Saw nobles travel in the greatest of comfort. He saw slave trade caravans. Ironically, some of the workers were slaves themselves. He saw tradesmen, tired and nearly broken walking to their homes or places of work. “I’m so stupid.” He muttered this over and over again. “Keela is married. Married to the ruler of Nibenay. Why did I think I had a chance to be with her? Her folks were right. He was below her and beyond her means.” “But what of Jocasta? He cared for her. More than he first thought. Has his fling with Keela ruined that?” He kicked a stone in the road. As he walked up to the same stone again, he kicked it again. And Again. And again. Dark now and lost in his thoughts a man standing on the roadside chewing on a piece of straw surprised him. “Got a ceramic bit?” asked the scruffy man. Mania, absent mindedly reaches into his pouch and drops a triangular shaped clay wedge with Nibenay’s seal on it onto the beggars outreached palm. “Thankyou Mania.” He hears one attacker come from behind but finds two knives nearly striking him. The three thieves regroup surrounding Mania. “We’re going to cut you up boy.” Says one rogue. “Feed you to the halflings we are.” Says a second one. The third rogue merely smiles. Each obsidian knife is glazed with a paste. Poison! Mania rolls into one attack taking a scratch on his leg. He springs up solidly pouching one rogue. The others miss the swift moving young man. “Oye! Dirk- grab the blasted elf of a man!” Yells the man that first addressed Mania for money. Mania begins to spin in tight and low motions confusing the rogues. Dirk swings and gets in a hit on Mania’s shoulder. A smear of greenish pastes visible but not in the wound itself. Mania rolls onto his back then kicks straight up trying to keep the large silent man off of him. A solid kick to his jaw causes several teeth to break free. An anguished snarl comes from him. Prone, Mania can not defend himself from the third man’s attack. The blade bites deep into his arm. The wound burns but if from the injury or from poison Mania is uncertain. Grabbing the man’s arm he draws it down into his rising knee. A loud and sharp crack is heard and the man goes limp. The big man stumbles over the body as the other man misses the swift moving Mania. He jumps and rolls between the men. A hard backhand drops the wounded beggar leaving the bigman. He hesitates too long seeing both of his friends beaten and unconscience before him. Mania hits him hard across the head sending the man spiraling limply to the ground. Breathing heavily, Mania presses his palms onto his knees and inspects the would be thieves. “Oh…my my my…. not thieves thugs. He remembers Roturi’s parting words and the fact the beggar spoke his name.” Smiling in way that would stun a templar, Mania says slowly to himself, “Personal, nothing about business.” [/QUOTE]

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