Episode 0019: Good Things Still Come
After the retirement of Chad Sexington, thieving on Napa seems to have died out - at least I haven't seen
or heard tale of a good robbery - not from thieves, nor from victims.
I myself have long ago retired pickpocketing and the art of stealing - but I still crawl in the shadows,
following great warriors to battle, in hopes of gold and loot, and delivering an occasional blow to a near-dead
champion of monsters.
It ain't glorious living, but a living it is, and this recent tale reminded me of times and tales now seemingy
gone - so I thought I'd share:
It was 4:30 in the morning and I was very tired, yet unable to settle down and rest. The night hadn't been too
prosperous. More to pass the time than anything, I visit the dungeons for prey that probably won't be there. I meet
some blues killing ophidian berserkers in the terethan keep - but they have the situation under control - how boring!
It's nearing 5 am, its time to head for the inn.
I quietly step out of Britain's moongate - but someone else is there already, and I stop to observe. Alas, two people!
The murderer Essence of Hesk is casually talking to another citizen who looks out of place at this meeting place of
killers and brawls. I gather from their talk that there is going to be a duel. This should provide me with some
entertainment.. so I follow to a nearby field where Hesk madkes easy target practice out of his opponent.
Just as I'm about to toss some rotten tomatoes at these lousy duelers and shouting for my money back, I notice that the
newly resurrected one has uninsured items on her. Some damn nice ones too, by the looks of it - although I can't see under
her robe. I step away to watch them without the remotest chance of being detected. She tells Heskal that she will be right
back - and heads for the gate.
No, I don't wait. Damnit! No way she's coming back to another slaughter. Why would she? She's just an obviously spoiled
rich brat who has no business in Felucca. I make my way to the gate and guess her destination correctly: Luna. I watch her
from a distance. What the hell is she doing at a bank at this hour?! I was sure that she was buying insurance for her
armor... Its almost 5 o clock, I shoul.. what?! She's heading back for the gate! I follow her easily through the large
Back at the gate, Hesk is still there, now accompanied by a /US\ person. Damn! Is this my competition to be? Hesk asks her
casually for a re-match. She accepts. I can't believe it.. The three make it back to the field of battle. My hands begin to
sweat, but I'm ready. I know the fight will be short.
Hair and robe on fire, the unsporting duelist begins to run.. but Hesk quickly finishes her off with a well aimed spell
between the shoulder blades. As her body hits the dirt, I shadowjump next to it. Time is of the essence. My enemies see me
ravaging the corpse. I look for my prize... I shift aside large and undesirable crap like a shield of invulnerability. I've
seen her wear them... I know they're here.. BINGO! Now to run for it . . . damn! I am surrounded by fields of energy on all
sides . . . I can't hide! Heskal and his accomplice start pounding away on me . . . I'm surely screwed. But wait!
*headdesk* I should use my remaining 2 seconds in life to do what she failed to do . . . . I let out a laugh as I die.
Resurrected, back in town, I smile as I examine my new toy: a pair of stormgrip gloves.
-Ewert, Napa Valley