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Sun Jan 10, 2010 12:51 am Post #1 |
 
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The streets of Balefire were dimly lit as always, the lanterns that had so long ago earned its name glowing outside each building. Still, shadows crept in each alleyway, never quite defeated in this city of eternal night. There was a feeling of foreboding in the air, and everyone seemed on edge tonight; people were always keeping a hand near their pockets or moneybags, and there were few words spoken between anyone. Yet even in this pernicious atmosphere, there seemed to be a few select people who were unaffected. There were still those few who walked through the streets with heads held high, hands put wherever they pleased; each of them seemed to have an air about them that said, "Rob me, and see the consequences." These were the perfect targets, in Yaksha's opinion. Many of them could go miles on end before thinking to check a pocket, and by then he'd be long gone. Their smug glances always left the lich with a desire to see them knocked down, to remind these people that every man would be left with nothing eventually; it was those with little who faced their deaths with dignity, in his experience. And so he walked through the streets slowly, silently, and often almost invisible to those he passed. His form was cloaked in heavy robes, and there was a sound as of the jingling of coins with every step he took. He was hunched forward, his exact height impossible to tell from his lurching gait. He passed by one man, and deftly slipped a hand into his coin pouch. There was a split second, before his pale, slender fingers withdrew, holding several coins in their grasp. The lich gave a wry chuckle, and muttered a quick "Thanks" once the man was out of earshot. Another one had fallen into his hands, and so easily. Sometimes, Yaksha lamented over the state of things; so many fools, running everything that mattered, and thinking that they were making a DIFFERENCE. Thinking they were helping. And all the real heroes, the ones who could stop all of this, were left high and dry on the side, to watch everything fall apart. It left him drained, and depressed, to see how the fools were in charge, and the real brains simply overlooked in everything. Still, there was time to lament, and time to make a change. And talking had long since grown stale... |
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