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Post by Slanker on Aug 28, 2007 9:33:05 GMT -5
‘It’s such a pretty bow!’, Frullip thought to himself as he stood outside the fletcher shop in Suzail. Without any thought his hand moved down to the small pouch, which was tied to his belt. Slowly he lowered his hand into the pouch and began to run the few coins in there through his fingers. He turned around and took another look inside the sop through the window. ‘I will never be able to afford something great like that’, a small sigh left his lips. ‘Not as long my dad doesn’t allow me to spend a little more time out of Shally’. He stood like that for a few minutes, when all of a sudden he heard three simple words, almost like a whisper ‘…Dhedluk…Temple…’Tithe…’.
He turned, clearly expecting to see anyone. ‘What ya mean bu...’, he stopped as the street was empty. ‘Must have been the wind…yeah for sure!’, he shrugged off the idea of hearing anything and started his journey home.
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Post by Slanker on Aug 30, 2007 7:42:02 GMT -5
Somehow he couldn’t get those three little word out of his head. As he laid in his bed, staring at the sealing he murmured them over and over to himself. ‘Dhedluk, Temple, Tithe’. It was only a few weeks ago when he visited the temple in that little town. Even then, he remembered, it almost looked too easy. A tithe full with coins, no one around at that time to keep an eye on it.
He turned on his side and reached with one of his hands under his bed, picking up a pouch belt.
Then he sat up straight and emptied it on his bed. Just a few coins he could count. ‘For months now I tried to save up, and this is all I have to show for it?’, then his thoughts drifted back to the tithe. Quickly he placed the coins back in the pouch and hid it under his bed again. ‘Dhedluk, here I come!’, he had made up his mind and nothing could stop him. ‘They have more then enough anyway! Plenty of people stupid enough to keep donating. If I just take a little bit, no one is gonna miss it!’, nodding at his own words that just convinced him to go through with it. He slammed the door of his room behind him and headed to the caravan.
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Post by Slanker on Sept 1, 2007 11:01:11 GMT -5
His heart pounded like never before and the adrenaline rushed through his veins as he snuck through the woods in search of a quite place to calm down. ‘There!’, he whispered to himself as he saw the perfect place. He sat down in a small alcove, leaning with his back against the wall. He could still see the temple of Helm in the distance from here and kept a keen eye on any possible movement. But as time passed by and his heart started to beat in a more regular pace a slight grin appeared on his face ‘I did it!’. Then, it hit him, he hadn’t felt it at first but now there was no denying. Something was wrong here, he couldn’t place it but his whole body felt weakened. Not just physical, but mentally as well. ‘The tithe’, he thought. ‘Now I remember! The gods, they punished me when I took the gold!’. He wrapped his cloak tighter around himself and crept closer inside the alcove, more and more out of sight of things. ‘I’ll better sleep here, maybe it will wear of. Ha!’, he thought to himself. ‘If this is the best the gods can do, then there’s no stopping me. Just annoying that’s all!. Today Helm and tomorrow those two shrines in Waymoot’, with that though he fell asleep.
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Post by Slanker on Sept 12, 2007 9:39:28 GMT -5
For several minutes he stared at a piece of paper he held tightly in his hands. ‘Something’s not right here!’, he thought to himself. In the last weeks he travelled all across the land, stealing gold from every temple he could find. Even turned it into a sport, by keeping track of each and every temple he robbed. And now...now that he had crossed off the last place on his paper, he expected to feel something. After all, didn’t he just accomplish, in his eyes, the unthinkable?
A couple more minutes he sat like that on the edge of his bed, rocking back and forth. Waiting for a feeling that wouldn’t come. The excitement and all the adrenaline that rushed through him the first few times slowly ebbed away by each new temple he visited. He needed something new, something that paid well, cause for all the time he spend in all those temples he still had nothing much to show for it.
A loud knock on the door disturbed his thoughts. ‘Frullip! Chores! NOW!!’, the sound of a woman’s voice could be heard right through the door. Frustrated he began tearing up the note and jumped off his bed. ‘Really! One of these days…’, before he could finish his sentence the woman’s voice interupted him. ‘You better not finish that if you know what’s good for you! Now, get your lazy ass out here and start helping your father. There’s much to be done on the farm this day! ‘.
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Post by Slanker on Sept 9, 2008 9:54:23 GMT -5
He knew, the moment the sheriff, walked into his room it spelled trouble. And not the usual trouble where he would get punished by having to help his parents for a whole month. This time it was serious.
‘Frullip, lad, we need ta talk.’, the sheriff closed the door behind him. He sat down beside Frullip at the edge of his bed and put his arms around his shoulder like a father. With his head lowered and eyes closed he listened to the sheriff. You're a good kid there Frullip and I have held my hand above your head many times when you pulled one of your little pranks. This time though…’. With a heavy sigh the sheriff continued. ‘This time though, I can’t look the other way. Stealing from the gods themselves, what were you thinking?’. All Frullip could come up with was a quiet ‘Not sure’.
Then the sheriff stood up and motioned Frullip to follow. ‘Your parents already packed some of your clothes. And I arranged some discrete transport for you to another town. You’ll have to spend some time in jail there, nothing even I can do about it. But to the rest of the town you’ll be spending time with some relatives. Now, I’ll come and visit you as much as I can and when your back we won’t speak of this anymore. You understand?’
Frullip stood up, took one last look at his room and left with the sheriff.
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