Hail friends,
Another beautiful day in Luna, and another round of public heckling. (Heckling that interrupted my sale of a AoF to Rockwell. How rude.) No one said being a thief wouldn't a glamorous profession. (They should have warned me.)Ah, my deeds do not go unnoticed after all!
I thank thee kind sir/ma'am! But flattery will only get you so far with me... it also makes me sloppy. I soak up as much Chad-envy I can take, hand him a bar of soap to wash out his mouth, tell him "good day!" and I'm off!
Today's adventures lead me to Minoc moongate. Perhaps fate, perhaps dumb luck, or perhaps felucca is not as deserted as "the sky is falling" crowd would have you believe.
Either way the scent of blood is in the air. There will be dead bodies by this time tomorrow. (I swear!)I decide to visit the once great player city of Paws.
Barely escaping the undead as I rush past the cemetary, I eventually find myself on familiar ground. I let myself in, ready to booze myself up and go streaking up and down the roads--preferably holding sharp objects. Ah, just like old times.
"Hello? Hellllllllooooo?" I call out, "I promise not to steal." *crosses fingers*
"You liiieeeee" my echo answers back.
*foiled again*
Everywhere I go, they all flee my presence.*check self for cooties*
Nope.
...then I find this...DAMN YOU TRAMMEL! A POX ON YOU AND ALL WHO DWELL WITHIN YOU. I'm so pissed I could wet myself. I need a drink--OH WAIT, THAT'S RIGHT. THE BAR IS CLOSED.
...
*looks around*
...
*lifts rear leg*
*marks territory*
...
I ponder life as I walk along the nearby beech. Sober and alone... not a good combination.Maybe they were right? Maybe felucca is deserted? Maybe it's time to finally hang up these flee infested robes and--
--Hello. What's your name? What was I saying? I'm sure it's not important.
Recall in. Recall out. Recall in. Recall out. Ah, I've met one of your kind before. Tirelessly they work. These lumber-bots can chop wood like I drink ale.
And from the looks of things, he's been busy.I take a closer look.
Nothing too exciting. Some tools... a few scrolls... Fortunately for him, if he can't pay me in cash, my bank accepts direct deposit. ^^
I get in position and wait for him to return. I grab my dagger tightly now. No mistakes.
::You see Keebs::
*You are attacking Keebs!*
...
*wiff*
*wiff*
What?
*bonk*
Ouch.
*wiff*
*bonk bonk bonk*
Quit.
Untouched, he starts pummeling my skull with his staff... he pops to life and takes a step to the left and runs for the front doors!
I finally scratch him but not deep enough for the poison to take effect! With his front door open I quickly grab my shurikens and start tossing them wildly.
*miss*
*miss*
*miss*
::The front door closes::Confused and sober..... I wait. I must have soaked up more Chad-envy than I had anticipated. Tricksy those bards are.
Unsure if he is finally alone, Keebs inspects his front steps... and does a horrible job at it. And just like that he goes back to his business. As if nothing had happened. As if he was not in danger. As if I wasn't worth his time... and could do as he pleased even if I was still watching and waiting.
...I think he also said something about how bendy my mom is.
I keep my composure and move in for round 2.GOTCHA BITCH. What's that about my mom? No? That's what I thought. ^^
Success!
Pleased (and sober) I wait to see if any of his friends will arrive. But sadly, he has no friends. I then look to the south, to see what oth--
"ooOOoOOooOO"
hm
...
"An Corp"Perhaps there's more to this quote unquote mercy thing everyone always talks about.
A lesson in mercy? I think not.
'Til next time!
