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Post by Spooks on Apr 18, 2005 9:13:37 GMT -5
Clotho Clulalen sat on a log in the middle of a forest on the outskirts of the northwestern part of Cormyr, obviously waiting for something. She looks through the tree branches above her, getting a rough estimate to what time of day ti was, then looked around wondering if her charge had been caught. She decided that if she was to be payed for wasting the better part of this week in travelling to this part of Cormyr, she would need to go and scout for her charge. She stood, brushed off her tunic's behind, readjusted her helmet, and started in the direction she assumed her charge would be coming from.
She walked around the area, doubling back often to make sure she hadn't missed the person, and was about to give up when she saw something strange.
"What in Mask's name...?"
She approached what looked like a brown pile of rags and some other material she couldn't discern. So as she got within a good distance to it she got a whiff of what it was. She sighed as she held her nose, walked over and confirmed it was a corpse burnt well beyond reason. Clotho sighed as she searched the body and realized this was the person she was to meet. Again she shook her head and pulled from a burnt pile of leaves nearby a silver necklace that once (she assumed) belonged to her charge and pocketed it, hoping that she can get some kind of payment from it being as it wasn't her fault her charge didn't seem to make it to the meeting point. She went back to the meeting place and grabbed her bag. She liftad the lightly wieghted bag hearing dozens of her Shuriken clinking.
She walked for about an hour through the forest when she heard horse hooves approaching. She ducked behind a tree and waited until what looked like the Purple Dragon knights pass by, headed the direction she just came from. She bit her lip and stepped out of her aclove only to come face to face with 2 more guards who were on foot...
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Post by Spooks on Apr 19, 2005 16:13:30 GMT -5
"You there! Halt!"
Clotho looked around for a second and dove into a bush, rolled with it and took off sprinting. She heard the guards crash through the bush and clink along in ther armor. Clotho turned slightly waved, winked and continued to weave behind trees until she had lost them.
She approached Waymoot's borders as she approached the borders or Thunderstone she withdrew the necklace. She examined it, not seeing anything too special about it other than what she could figure was a weak light enchantment. She shrugged and veered off toward a cabin on the far outskirts of the town.
Inside she dropped the necklace on the table and her bag on her bed, making a bee-line for her desk. She grabbed a quill, sucke don its end and dipped it into the nearby inkwell.
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Jam,
I missed the delivery and someone stole it from my doorstep. Found a piece of it though, and am enclosing it.
Signed,
Gloves
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She signed the letter, folded it, and wrapped it in another piece of paper to envelope it, dropped the necklace in with it, sealed it and placed it in her bag.
Clotho sighed as she sat outside her cabin, she had almost been caught the other day by those guards, she should have been more careful. She is wanted as Pamela Huebern but had effectively changed her name and has managed to keep any affiliation to crime from being pinned to it (Even if she is still committing crime, she just isn't being caught). She needed a change of atmosphere... A cabin between the Thunderstone had hidden her well for the majority of her career and she grew fond of its walls but she knew she would be discovered soon enough. She wrapped her hands around the back of her head, running her fingers through her hair and leaned back thinking of where she could go that wasn't a bustling Metropolis... Waymoot? No... Wheloon... no. She thought about it for the rest of the night before she finally went inside and slept for the night.
As she rolled over in her pelt covered bed, she heard people talking outside. She threw on her robes, and tossed on her helmet as she picked up her bag. She pulled up two boards which were loosely resting on the floor and ducked into the dark passage below it. She replaced the boards, and felt around for the lantern. She groaned realizing she had brought it up to refill the oil, but had forgotten to put it back. She dug through her pack, ripped open the envelope and put on the necklace she had found. She looked around and saw the trap door which was covered by logs on the otherside. She nodded knowing she good topple the logs and make a run for it incase any found her hiding spot. She sat quietly as she heard her door bashed open without so much as a knock and heard footstepsabove her head.
"Where is she! That blasted wench is here somewhere and we aren't leaving until she is found!" The voice was deep and an accent of a Waterdhavian... She pieced together it was the voice of Alen, the brother of one of the people she smuggled out of the country... seems he wasn't too happy with his brother being kidnapped and had found out who was to blame with him never being found.
She heard her two room cabin being ripped apart, tables being smashed and chairs going out the door... being a lack of windows(she valued privacy).
"Hey Alen,"said another voice"look what I found here!" There was a jingle of coins upon coins as she heard footsteps above her. She cursed silently, at these lucky idiots... Why would they ever look in a wood oven for a person?
"By Tempus's wrath..." *pause* "There must be over Twenty five thousand gold in here!" came Alen's voice. "We just hit the big stash... I just made back all the money plus more, for the information about where her cabin was hidin'!" The two men laughed joyously and Clotho clenched her fist."Now go put this in the wagon... doesn't look like she is here, but she will be back." She heard the coins being transferred into a bag and heard one set of footsteps leave. Now was her chance.
She snuck over to the boards and waited for the other set of footsteps, which she figured to be Alen's, to walk nearby.
"Wohoo... Looks like I found where she keeps her underthings.."
She burst through the boards and scrambled up behind the man. She was about her height but had his hands full of unmentionables. She clocked him right in the jaw, her gloves melting away part of his face. He screamed in pain as he stumbled backward onto her bed, her underthings still clenched in his hand, though now being used as rags to wipe of the acid which her gloves had covered his face with. She glanced out her door and saw his counterpart running back toward the cabin. She pulled a shuriken from her pocket and tackled the man on her bed, slit his throat and turned to throw the same blade at the counterparts eye as he stepped in. He stumbled out backward, crying in pain, scrambling slowly toward the wagon trying desperately to get the throwing star out of his eye. She jumped off her bed, pulled out a handful more of shuriken and stepped over to her doorway. The man wasnt 15 feet away from her cabin before he fell, his back peppered with the throwing weapons.
She sighed, but soon realized she had just lost twenty five thousand gold, as she heard someone cry out a yell and horse hooves and wagon wheels sounded toward Thunderstone. She cursed loudly, went inside, grabbed supplies, and dumped the Oil canister and lamps over, spilling its contents all over the floor. She dragged the body laying outside into the house, and proceeded to make kindling out of the table they had destroyed.
She walked toward the forest as her cabin lay smoldering behind her, not a shred of evidence left discernable. She sighed, reached into her pouch and pulle dout a map. She scanne dit over and looked at the miscelaneous "X"s all over it. She looked them over and saw Isinhold, recalling how she had helped a flamboyantly dressed pirate named Jafar get passage there to. She pondered for a second, recalling the few days they spent together on their way to Isinhold and nodded. He would help her get setup their, she was sure of it. She looked around and headed westward... Off to Isinhold
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Post by Spooks on Jul 26, 2005 14:30:23 GMT -5
Clotho sat on the edge of her bed, throwing shuriken lazily at the back of her heavily scarred door. She though about how she had regretted needing to leave Thunderstone to go to Isinhold, and smirked at the luxurious life she led now... She had found a group of people she now called friends and their guild was prospering. Though through all this, she sighed. She had come close to romance a while back with a man she had smuggled into Cormyr.
"Damn that Jafar, if he isn't dead I swear I will kill him when i see him..." She lied to herself.
She took a deep breath and rolled off her bed, onto her feet, and walked over to the door to pick off the throwing stars. She collected them, tossed them into an open trunk where they clinked upon hundred more.
Upon exiting her room she sighed as she glanced to her right at the door which look as unused as ever, but continued on toward the exit of her new home and off into the city, pulling on her helmet as she did.
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Post by Spooks on Jul 29, 2005 3:04:51 GMT -5
Clotho strolled into the Ogre, and took a seat in the back, tossing her helmet onto the table and waving the waitress over. She ordered her usual, 2 bottles of Softe, and a glass.
She sighed, her training had finally proven to be advantageous... In her meditation she had learned to focus a powerful energy within herself and could thus expel it in combat, giving her target a nice surprise...
As the waitress returned with her order, she wiped some blood off the floor nearby and walked off, leaving Clotho alone (for the most part) to... to remember
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It was a warm day, sitting in the tree's of Chondalwood. Pamela was 10, and was waiting for her master to return. She had been sold into slavery as soon as she was able to work, but instead of being a servant, she was raised more as an "apprentice" so to speak. Pamela was an apprentice assasin. She had been raised to learn that she could only trust her master and that he could only trust her. She soon saw him as a father and a brother in both respects, and they had taken to their training in the wood's which was rumored to be haunted and plagued with beasts... which it was, but they had declared territory which most monsters strayed away from, knowing that it wasn't worth the effort to try and take over when there was so much more woodland to inhabit.
So Pamela yawned, about to fall asleep in her tree when she heard a thunk as something implanted itself in the tree next to her ear. She giggled and pulled the dart from out of the trunk and pocketed it, before making her way out of the tree. Once she was on the ground she came face to face with a middle-aged man about 6 feet tall and a burn scar, in the shape of a dart, on his neck. He was ruggedly handsome, with pitch black hair and a scruffy facial hairstyle, all complimenting his black loosely fit clothing.
"So Pamela, what is it we were supposed to do today?" He said in a scolding tone.
Pamela looked completely confused for a few moments before a look of shock and horror crossed her face,"Oh no... I totally forgot about the Trial! Please forgive me Thanatos, my thoughts were on the mark we are to collect in a few days..." but before she could finish her apology jabbed her in the shoulder, spinning her around, and before she could make another sound, he had his bicep constricting her windpipe.
"Meela, your ability to survive in the world you will be living in is as crucial to me as your ability to actually be effective at what you do. Now if you miss another trial, no matter the reason, you will undergo seclusion.. for longer this time." and with that he released her, letting her fumble forward gasping.
She looked up at him, a hurt look in her eyes, but when her eyes met his glaring stare, she immediately silenced her gasps and pressed to control them, as well as removing the emotion from her expression. She knew he did not make empty threats, and when she risked seclusion, she could not risk being rebellious. So she stood up straight and as she did he spoke again.
"You will do the trial's tomorrow, but since you missed it today, you will need to do it without your shuriken... You must do it all with your dagger and your hands." And with that he turned and started to walk away, saying. "But upon completion... you will earn your Alias."
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Clotho jumped a bit as a fight broke out nearby causing a loud crash and bang occasionally. She sighed and finished one of the softe, and bagged the other while grabbing her helmet, before making her way out, paying the waitress on the way.
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