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| While the Pickin's Good!; Open | |
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| Topic Started: Thu Aug 12, 2010 4:41 am (71 Views) | |
| Munnin | Thu Aug 12, 2010 4:41 am Post #1 |
 
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He hadn't been here when the attack had started. He hadn't even been close. He had been on practically the other side of Imythess, hunting a contract in the Dragon Pine Mountains when the attack of the demons had begun. He hadn't learned of it until after it was a smoldering ruin, its only inhabitants left now were corpses. He was however, one of the first to arrive when the thievery started. But things were hasty then, grabbing what little he could before being chased out by more powerful looters, or those who came to drive the thieves away. It hadn't been much. But that was okay, for there was always what was left by the clumsy and the stupid. Munnin, though a thief, cutthroat, and killer extraordinaire, was neither. He came back when many of the thieves had left, foolishly thinking that they had gotten all that was valuable among the ruins. Munnin didn't consider himself a bad person per se, more like a bird of opportunity. After all, it wasn't him that killed all these people. It was the demons! Oh sure, he killed people all the time, but that was strictly business. Most of the time it was for a good cause, one life lost to prevent hundreds from dying, that sort of thing. He should be praised for that! And the gold earned didn't hurt either. The flames had all died down from the last time he was here. Now instead of a mass grave the town more closely resembled a tomb. Occasionally he would kick over some rubble with his talons, inspecting what lie underneath. Every time it was just more rubble, more garbage that wasn't of use. He was about to give up and move on when something shining caught his beady black eye. Within a crumbled, barely recognizable building that must have been someone's living quarters something glimmered in the afternoon sun. Eagerly the Kenku scrambled over to retrieve whatever treasure it was. Munnin clawed away the debris until the object was in full view. It was an elaborate looking silver spoon, just a little charred but altogether intact. He picked it up delicately between his hand talons, holding it up to the light. A pretty piece to be sure, but would it be worth anything? He wasn't so sure. It might just end up being a fake. All well, he figured as he dropped it into the pocket of his cloak. Might get at least a small meal's worth from it. Just as he was about to stand again and leave the wreckage a loud and alarming cracking resounded about him. Too late he realized what it was and tried to leap out of the way before the burned cinders holding up the floor above the house's cellar gave in to his weight, and came crashing down. He hit the bottom hard, coughing violently from the dust the crash stirred up. His backside hurt, but not more than his pride. Rising with a slight grunt, he assessed the situation and searched for a way out. His front most toe-talon struck something hard that made him squawk as he moved forward, and he lifted his foot up to cradle the injured part. When he looked down to see what he had hit, he was surprised to find a chest at his feet. With great excitement he crouched down and tried to pry open the box, but it was locked tightly. This would take some time with no tools on hand. But still, what a find! Perhaps his luck was changing he thought as he slipped his pinky talon into the tiny slot. |
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