This is a story I started on a while ago, I just found it on a cd yesterday.
*Note* I used the race of Kender in this story which is a race from the Dragonlance series.
I have no qualms in regards to criticism, please be honest and in-depth. "That totally pwnd" or "My god you suxor" does not help me. Please provide details as to why you did/didn't like the story.
Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.
Dernshelm was the land of opportunity, a city where all were welcome to come and join in the riches. It was the home to the one of the three Trennorian Knight head-quarters. It housed the High Clerist Palace, a white and gold palace, where aspiring clerics from all over the world came to take their test and train in the healing arts. Many families had come to Dernshelm poor and became some of the wealthiest people in the nation. Yes, there was an area of profession for every one from mage, to warrior, to laymen.
The only flaw in the beautiful city was that it was the base of operation for the entire Shadow Guild. The Shadow Guild, a group of master thieves, spies, and assassins had formed an alliance and made their base somewhere in Dernshelm. Many believed the Shadow Guild to be a division of the Shadow Knights, one of the enemies of the Trennorian Silver Knights, but the wise knew full well that the similarities between the two ended at the word “shadow”. The Silver Knights finally gave up trying to find the secret hideout of the thieves and now have learned to co-exist with them.
The sun beat down on the Knight making him sweat inside his heavy silver armor. Beads of sweat ran down his face, stinging his eyes and tickling his nose. He reached up, removed his helmet and wiped the sweat from around his eyes. Looking up he glanced at the sun; his watch would soon be over. He turned his head to glance down one of the numerous streets of Dernshelm, the light reflected off the white paving stones, used to mark the main roads, making the ground look as though it were covered in expensive marble. There. The Knight spotted what he had been searching for. His relief guard was slowly making his way towards the wooden watchtower to take over guard duty. Smiling to himself the sweat covered knight leaned against a wooden beam and waited with anticipation for his guard duty to finally be over.
As the knight looked to the sky he noticed that in the far-off distance what seemed to be large storm clouds rolling in. The clouds resembled large gray fortress walls moving towards Dernshelm, more so than normal storm clouds. Frowning, the knight estimated he had three to four hours before the storm hit the city in full force.
“Such a fierce storm when our clerics read calm weather…A bad omen”, he mumbled under his breath.
Turning his attention back to the road the relief knight was gone! Suddenly there was a resonating clunk, as though someone had dropped a hammer onto a metal table. The noise continued at steady intervals, always the noise seemed to be getting closer. The trap door on floor of the tower was quickly flung open and a silver gauntlet poked up through the hole. A few more seconds and the hand was followed by a head, torso, and a pair of legs. Finally a man stood before the knight wearing all silver plate mail, medals decorated the chest of his silver armor, a large polished sword was strapped to his side. The relief guard had finally arrived.
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A small hand slid into the leather purse of a passing noble. Upon removal the hand held several steel pieces. Swiftly placing the coins in one of his numerous pouches the owner of the hand, a small kender, turned his head and jogged off down another busy street, his topknot bobbing behind him.
Kenders resembled the elves; they have the pointed ears the large almond shaped eyes and the thin frame. Yet, unlike the elves the kender grow to be on average only three to four feet tall. They wear only brightly colored clothes, usually a bright red or brilliant shade of yellow. Kenders are quite adept at thievery, lock and pocket picking, as well as shadowing, which means they can vanish in shadows. One of the most remarkable facts about kenders is their immunity to fear of all kinds, normal or magically induced. This is probably best since most kender live adventurous lives and find things such as being attacked by a dragon, or being devoured by the dead to be quite “interesting.” Kenders are known all over the world as pests, vermin and petty thieves. Of course one should never tell this to a kender, who are quite adamant about the fact that stealing is bad and that they have found or borrowed all the items they have acquired.
The kender turned towards one of the countless merchant stands that lined the edge of the white paving stones that were used to mark the main roads. He pushed his way through throngs of people walking, standing, and shopping along the road. Finally reaching a relatively open area the kender breathed a heavy sigh, adjusted his many pouches, tossed his topknot over his shoulder and began to push through the crowd again. Catching a glimpse of something shiny he stopped. Shiny things always seemed to catch his eye. Moving out of the way of a sudden stampede of large humans the kender dove off the city street into a side alley going back behind one of the larger stores in this part of town.
It was very dark in the alley, so dark that it seemed as though someone had pulled a black sack over his head. The kender turned to leave until he heard something that caught his attention.
“You know what you must do. Find the Tre… Knight and...kill him.” Hissed a deep voice. The kender could barely hear what was said. Yet, he heard the word “knight” and though eavesdropping was not very nice, he decided to move a little closer.
“But I thought we weren’t supposed to kill him? The boss wants him alive.” whispered another voice, this one not quite as deep.
“Whatever. Fine, don’t kill the bastard. Here take this,” said the deep voiced “demon” as the eavesdropping kender pictured him in his minds eye. There has a noise, as of something dropping to the ground, followed by another sound that was quite similar. The kender was hoping it was something interesting like an ogre’s head but was quite disappointed when he found out what it really was.
“Shadow armor? What need have I for this? I am a mage I can’t wear this armor!” the higher voiced “assassin mage” grew louder at the thought of wearing the shadow armor for the job.
“Have your guards wear it you fool!” the “Demon” bellowed. “ Here is your item. The Ring of Invisibility. It took long hours of debating to get the High Dragon Council to release it but there it is.” Chuckling the “demon” turned from the mage and hastily departed out the back end of the alley.
Quickly the kender dove behind a nearby crate and watched as the mage walked out into the light. He was tall, of course to the kender most creatures were tall. He appeared to be human, with black hair hanging about his shoulders, and definitely a mage from what the kender saw. His blue robes were all the evidence needed, but when he vanished from sight, that clenched it.
Walking out of the alley the kender thought it best to tell his friend, a Silver Knight, of what he heard. But not before he went shopping.
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The relief guard stood tall, he was an older man, in the knighthood for many years. A respected veteran and skilled swordsman, he now took the day to relax and go on guard duty. The older knight had bushy white eyebrows and a thin, neatly trimmed, graying beard that covered a wrinkled and jolly face. He was a little less than six foot, just shorter than the younger knight standing across him was. The older knight’s eyes sparkled a stunning blue, an almost unnatural color. He reached out his gauntleted hand and firmly grasped the younger knight’s hand. The strength in his grip was alarming for someone of his advanced years.
“How goes your watch Sir Jarwen Avstadar?” the older knight asked releasing his firm shake.
“Lonesome, but now that you are here I will be able to leave. And how does your day go thus far Captain Serge Deverathalas?” The formalities over the conversation relaxed to a friendly chat. “What news do you bring Serge?”
Serge moved to lean against the waist high wall of the watchtower. “Well, as you know our runners have lost the band of Shadow Knights that marched from the city Nathes, just east of us.” Serge sighed hating to go on with the rest of the news.So instead he turned and watched the people bellow going about their business.
Jarwen looked at the older knights back quizzically; he always could tell when Serge was keeping something from him. “What else Serge? I saw it in your eyes that you are leaving something out.” Watching the old knight intently, Jarwen waited for the rest.
Serge began to chuckle and turned to look at Jarwen with a large smile across his face. “I don’t know how you learned to read me so good. Well, this part is rather confusing; our runners last reported seeing some strange lights on the Tasmon Plain. They told us it was the Black Mages that are in league with the Shadow Knights doing some strange magicks. So General Bastin decide to recruit the ‘Whisper Runners’ to find out what the light was.
“The what?” interrupted the younger knight. “What are ‘whisper runners’?
“The elves that have made the alliance with us. The Chekraathas Elves. They sent us a platoon of their best scouts, they call themselves the ‘whisper runners’ because they claim that they are unable to be heard when running” Serge looked at Jarwen to make sure he followed before continuing. “The elves have reported a small black crystal lying on the ground and nothing else. They say the shadow knights are gone!”
Jarwen shook his head in disbelief; no way could a whole squadron of knights just vanish. It must be a trap. He decided to be wary from now until this whole ordeal was settled. “I don’t trust this Serge. You be on the look out for any attacks alright?” Seeing the older man look at him strangely before nodding made Jarwen feel ridiculous. Here he only a full knight for ten months telling Serge to be wary when Serge has been a knight since before he was even born. Shaking his head at the irony of it, Jarwen smiled sheepishly at the other knight before grasping his hand.
“Take care this watch Serge.”
“I will Jarwen. Enjoy your day son.” replied Serge, chuckling at the other knight’s strange attitude.
Jarwen turned his back on the older knight and began his descent down the long ladder leading up to the watchtower. As he climbed down his eyes rose and he gazed upon the sky. The storm was closer. Jarwen never claimed to able to read weather like the clerics but he knew a bad storm when he saw one. Resolving to make the best of the day while he could the knight started of towards the inn, he had made lunch plans with a friend.
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The kender had already put from his mind the alley incident and was making his way into one of the large buildings. He entered a mage ware shop carefully, not wanting to draw attention to himself. The room was large, filled with shelves and glass casings taking up most all the space, barely giving shoppers room to move around. The shop housed all kinds of magical things. It had components for spells such as crushed roses, crystal shards, and magic dust. It sold magic scrolls and spell books, it had wands and staves set up in one corner. Next to the wands were all the enchanted weapons, such as a small throwing axe that when thrown flew back to the owners hand, or the enchanted arrows that could push through any armor. Finally the kender came upon the most prized possessions in the mage ware shop, the rings, amulets, cloaks, and belts, all of which were off by themselves, contained in a glass casing. The little kender reached out to touch one of the rings, just to touch it, but a ward cast over the items stopped him. The ward not only prevented him from touching the items but it prevented him from moving at all! His entire body was stiff, as though the air itself had solidified and formed a prison about him. After standing like this for a moment a tall man walked out and glared at the kender with his hands folded across his chest.
“Oh, hullo, my name is Okushar Lightfoot. Well, Oku for short” said the kender, or at least tried to say. It ended up sounding as though someone had been trying to speak while gagged. Oku began his mumbling again this time asking to be released from his magical imprisonment. Frowning down at the kender, the shopkeeper turned and headed towards the back of the room. Upon return to the case of rings, amulets, cloaks, belts, and one kender, the keeper held a small pendant. The shopkeeper got down on one knee and placed the pendant into a small indention on the underside of the display case. With a quick twist of the pendant the magic spell was broken and the kender was freed from the invisible bonds.
The keeper grabbed the kender as soon as he was free. Jerking him roughly, the keeper turned Oku towards the door. With a quick warning never to enter the shop again he shoved the kender towards the exit.
Oku stumbled forward, a little startled by the keep's abruptness. Turning back he yelled to the shopkeeper. “You are a very rude man! Only one person I have ever met was ruder than you…Well maybe two, but the first was named Tilk Firehammer, a mountain dwarf who had a filthy mouth. Why, old Tilk could make a sailor blush! Which I don’t understand why you would want a sailor to blush? I guess a sailor blushing is just not a common thing? What do you...” Oku ducked just as one of the magic daggers the shopkeeper was displaying whizzed by his head narrowly missing him.
“Next time I won’t miss little thief” growled the keeper in a low sinister voice.
Deciding that staying in the mage ware shop could prove to be hazardous to his health Oku turned and jogged to the door. Just as he was about to leave a glimmer caught his eye. At first he thought it was one of the gold bands holding his topknot in place, but upon further investigation it proved to be something much more interesting. It was a small dagger. It looked like one of the enchanted daggers that the mage had displayed in his cases in the back. The dagger, Nights Lance as the label named it, had a hilt made entirely of dark jewels such as sapphires and black opals. It was an ornately designed dagger, the blade made of obsidian. As the kender read on further down the label he noticed where the dagger received its name. The dagger was imbued with two charms; the first and original enchantment gave the owner the ability to make the dagger invisible. Now this was not a extremely powerful invisibility spell so if someone happened to look at the silhouette of the person holding the dagger they would see that the shadow held something in its hand that was not seen when looked directly at the person. The second spell, which was added years later by a powerful mage who carried the weapon, enabled the owner to throw the dagger and upon saying the command word ‘return’ the dagger would materialize in the owners hand.
Oku pulled his owner dagger from his belt and looked at the smooth wood handle, rubbed his hand along the shiny blade. His dagger, which he lovingly termed ‘Rabbit’s Bane’, had been with him for almost 4 months now. An all-time record for Oku. Sighing to himself he pulled out his lock picking set, a birthright once a kender reaches the age of 18. He pushed one of the thin pieces of metal into the lock, then carefully selected another. Sliding the second pick above the first he gave it a careful push and then twisted. Click. The glass lid popped up, without a second thought Oku reached down and grabbed the magical knife. He was about to grab the scabbard for it but at that moment there was a shout from near the back of the room. Looking up Oku decided it was time to go as an infuriated shopkeeper came bounding towards him waving his massive fists. With unbelievable speed the kender turned and made a hasty retreat to the door of the shop. Bursting out the door Oku ran into the thick of the crowd. Moments later the little thief was lost to sight, lost in a sea of people.
*Note* I used the race of Kender in this story which is a race from the Dragonlance series.
I have no qualms in regards to criticism, please be honest and in-depth. "That totally pwnd" or "My god you suxor" does not help me. Please provide details as to why you did/didn't like the story.
Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.
Prologue
It was a warm Midsummer Day. The sun shone brightly overhead like a large burning eye watching the world from its throne in the sky. Hanging just over the Trennorian Knight, the sun illuminated his silver armor, making it appear almost like platinum. This knight was on duty, standing guard in the watchtower at the main gate in Dernshelm. Turning his head he looked over the breath-taking city. The knight sighed; he never tired of gazing at the massive city. Dernshelm was once a small trading outpost, until the generals of the Knights of Trennor realized the strategic advantage the outpost could serve if built and developed properly. So through years of toil and fighting the generals spared the manpower to build Dernshelm into the booming city it had become. The generals did not stop there, to prevent the fall of Dernshelm the knights erected thick white mortar walls around the city, Making Dernshelm one of the safest cities in all of Aladar.Dernshelm was the land of opportunity, a city where all were welcome to come and join in the riches. It was the home to the one of the three Trennorian Knight head-quarters. It housed the High Clerist Palace, a white and gold palace, where aspiring clerics from all over the world came to take their test and train in the healing arts. Many families had come to Dernshelm poor and became some of the wealthiest people in the nation. Yes, there was an area of profession for every one from mage, to warrior, to laymen.
The only flaw in the beautiful city was that it was the base of operation for the entire Shadow Guild. The Shadow Guild, a group of master thieves, spies, and assassins had formed an alliance and made their base somewhere in Dernshelm. Many believed the Shadow Guild to be a division of the Shadow Knights, one of the enemies of the Trennorian Silver Knights, but the wise knew full well that the similarities between the two ended at the word “shadow”. The Silver Knights finally gave up trying to find the secret hideout of the thieves and now have learned to co-exist with them.
The sun beat down on the Knight making him sweat inside his heavy silver armor. Beads of sweat ran down his face, stinging his eyes and tickling his nose. He reached up, removed his helmet and wiped the sweat from around his eyes. Looking up he glanced at the sun; his watch would soon be over. He turned his head to glance down one of the numerous streets of Dernshelm, the light reflected off the white paving stones, used to mark the main roads, making the ground look as though it were covered in expensive marble. There. The Knight spotted what he had been searching for. His relief guard was slowly making his way towards the wooden watchtower to take over guard duty. Smiling to himself the sweat covered knight leaned against a wooden beam and waited with anticipation for his guard duty to finally be over.
As the knight looked to the sky he noticed that in the far-off distance what seemed to be large storm clouds rolling in. The clouds resembled large gray fortress walls moving towards Dernshelm, more so than normal storm clouds. Frowning, the knight estimated he had three to four hours before the storm hit the city in full force.
“Such a fierce storm when our clerics read calm weather…A bad omen”, he mumbled under his breath.
Turning his attention back to the road the relief knight was gone! Suddenly there was a resonating clunk, as though someone had dropped a hammer onto a metal table. The noise continued at steady intervals, always the noise seemed to be getting closer. The trap door on floor of the tower was quickly flung open and a silver gauntlet poked up through the hole. A few more seconds and the hand was followed by a head, torso, and a pair of legs. Finally a man stood before the knight wearing all silver plate mail, medals decorated the chest of his silver armor, a large polished sword was strapped to his side. The relief guard had finally arrived.
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A small hand slid into the leather purse of a passing noble. Upon removal the hand held several steel pieces. Swiftly placing the coins in one of his numerous pouches the owner of the hand, a small kender, turned his head and jogged off down another busy street, his topknot bobbing behind him.
Kenders resembled the elves; they have the pointed ears the large almond shaped eyes and the thin frame. Yet, unlike the elves the kender grow to be on average only three to four feet tall. They wear only brightly colored clothes, usually a bright red or brilliant shade of yellow. Kenders are quite adept at thievery, lock and pocket picking, as well as shadowing, which means they can vanish in shadows. One of the most remarkable facts about kenders is their immunity to fear of all kinds, normal or magically induced. This is probably best since most kender live adventurous lives and find things such as being attacked by a dragon, or being devoured by the dead to be quite “interesting.” Kenders are known all over the world as pests, vermin and petty thieves. Of course one should never tell this to a kender, who are quite adamant about the fact that stealing is bad and that they have found or borrowed all the items they have acquired.
The kender turned towards one of the countless merchant stands that lined the edge of the white paving stones that were used to mark the main roads. He pushed his way through throngs of people walking, standing, and shopping along the road. Finally reaching a relatively open area the kender breathed a heavy sigh, adjusted his many pouches, tossed his topknot over his shoulder and began to push through the crowd again. Catching a glimpse of something shiny he stopped. Shiny things always seemed to catch his eye. Moving out of the way of a sudden stampede of large humans the kender dove off the city street into a side alley going back behind one of the larger stores in this part of town.
It was very dark in the alley, so dark that it seemed as though someone had pulled a black sack over his head. The kender turned to leave until he heard something that caught his attention.
“You know what you must do. Find the Tre… Knight and...kill him.” Hissed a deep voice. The kender could barely hear what was said. Yet, he heard the word “knight” and though eavesdropping was not very nice, he decided to move a little closer.
“But I thought we weren’t supposed to kill him? The boss wants him alive.” whispered another voice, this one not quite as deep.
“Whatever. Fine, don’t kill the bastard. Here take this,” said the deep voiced “demon” as the eavesdropping kender pictured him in his minds eye. There has a noise, as of something dropping to the ground, followed by another sound that was quite similar. The kender was hoping it was something interesting like an ogre’s head but was quite disappointed when he found out what it really was.
“Shadow armor? What need have I for this? I am a mage I can’t wear this armor!” the higher voiced “assassin mage” grew louder at the thought of wearing the shadow armor for the job.
“Have your guards wear it you fool!” the “Demon” bellowed. “ Here is your item. The Ring of Invisibility. It took long hours of debating to get the High Dragon Council to release it but there it is.” Chuckling the “demon” turned from the mage and hastily departed out the back end of the alley.
Quickly the kender dove behind a nearby crate and watched as the mage walked out into the light. He was tall, of course to the kender most creatures were tall. He appeared to be human, with black hair hanging about his shoulders, and definitely a mage from what the kender saw. His blue robes were all the evidence needed, but when he vanished from sight, that clenched it.
Walking out of the alley the kender thought it best to tell his friend, a Silver Knight, of what he heard. But not before he went shopping.
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The relief guard stood tall, he was an older man, in the knighthood for many years. A respected veteran and skilled swordsman, he now took the day to relax and go on guard duty. The older knight had bushy white eyebrows and a thin, neatly trimmed, graying beard that covered a wrinkled and jolly face. He was a little less than six foot, just shorter than the younger knight standing across him was. The older knight’s eyes sparkled a stunning blue, an almost unnatural color. He reached out his gauntleted hand and firmly grasped the younger knight’s hand. The strength in his grip was alarming for someone of his advanced years.
“How goes your watch Sir Jarwen Avstadar?” the older knight asked releasing his firm shake.
“Lonesome, but now that you are here I will be able to leave. And how does your day go thus far Captain Serge Deverathalas?” The formalities over the conversation relaxed to a friendly chat. “What news do you bring Serge?”
Serge moved to lean against the waist high wall of the watchtower. “Well, as you know our runners have lost the band of Shadow Knights that marched from the city Nathes, just east of us.” Serge sighed hating to go on with the rest of the news.So instead he turned and watched the people bellow going about their business.
Jarwen looked at the older knights back quizzically; he always could tell when Serge was keeping something from him. “What else Serge? I saw it in your eyes that you are leaving something out.” Watching the old knight intently, Jarwen waited for the rest.
Serge began to chuckle and turned to look at Jarwen with a large smile across his face. “I don’t know how you learned to read me so good. Well, this part is rather confusing; our runners last reported seeing some strange lights on the Tasmon Plain. They told us it was the Black Mages that are in league with the Shadow Knights doing some strange magicks. So General Bastin decide to recruit the ‘Whisper Runners’ to find out what the light was.
“The what?” interrupted the younger knight. “What are ‘whisper runners’?
“The elves that have made the alliance with us. The Chekraathas Elves. They sent us a platoon of their best scouts, they call themselves the ‘whisper runners’ because they claim that they are unable to be heard when running” Serge looked at Jarwen to make sure he followed before continuing. “The elves have reported a small black crystal lying on the ground and nothing else. They say the shadow knights are gone!”
Jarwen shook his head in disbelief; no way could a whole squadron of knights just vanish. It must be a trap. He decided to be wary from now until this whole ordeal was settled. “I don’t trust this Serge. You be on the look out for any attacks alright?” Seeing the older man look at him strangely before nodding made Jarwen feel ridiculous. Here he only a full knight for ten months telling Serge to be wary when Serge has been a knight since before he was even born. Shaking his head at the irony of it, Jarwen smiled sheepishly at the other knight before grasping his hand.
“Take care this watch Serge.”
“I will Jarwen. Enjoy your day son.” replied Serge, chuckling at the other knight’s strange attitude.
Jarwen turned his back on the older knight and began his descent down the long ladder leading up to the watchtower. As he climbed down his eyes rose and he gazed upon the sky. The storm was closer. Jarwen never claimed to able to read weather like the clerics but he knew a bad storm when he saw one. Resolving to make the best of the day while he could the knight started of towards the inn, he had made lunch plans with a friend.
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The kender had already put from his mind the alley incident and was making his way into one of the large buildings. He entered a mage ware shop carefully, not wanting to draw attention to himself. The room was large, filled with shelves and glass casings taking up most all the space, barely giving shoppers room to move around. The shop housed all kinds of magical things. It had components for spells such as crushed roses, crystal shards, and magic dust. It sold magic scrolls and spell books, it had wands and staves set up in one corner. Next to the wands were all the enchanted weapons, such as a small throwing axe that when thrown flew back to the owners hand, or the enchanted arrows that could push through any armor. Finally the kender came upon the most prized possessions in the mage ware shop, the rings, amulets, cloaks, and belts, all of which were off by themselves, contained in a glass casing. The little kender reached out to touch one of the rings, just to touch it, but a ward cast over the items stopped him. The ward not only prevented him from touching the items but it prevented him from moving at all! His entire body was stiff, as though the air itself had solidified and formed a prison about him. After standing like this for a moment a tall man walked out and glared at the kender with his hands folded across his chest.
“Oh, hullo, my name is Okushar Lightfoot. Well, Oku for short” said the kender, or at least tried to say. It ended up sounding as though someone had been trying to speak while gagged. Oku began his mumbling again this time asking to be released from his magical imprisonment. Frowning down at the kender, the shopkeeper turned and headed towards the back of the room. Upon return to the case of rings, amulets, cloaks, belts, and one kender, the keeper held a small pendant. The shopkeeper got down on one knee and placed the pendant into a small indention on the underside of the display case. With a quick twist of the pendant the magic spell was broken and the kender was freed from the invisible bonds.
The keeper grabbed the kender as soon as he was free. Jerking him roughly, the keeper turned Oku towards the door. With a quick warning never to enter the shop again he shoved the kender towards the exit.
Oku stumbled forward, a little startled by the keep's abruptness. Turning back he yelled to the shopkeeper. “You are a very rude man! Only one person I have ever met was ruder than you…Well maybe two, but the first was named Tilk Firehammer, a mountain dwarf who had a filthy mouth. Why, old Tilk could make a sailor blush! Which I don’t understand why you would want a sailor to blush? I guess a sailor blushing is just not a common thing? What do you...” Oku ducked just as one of the magic daggers the shopkeeper was displaying whizzed by his head narrowly missing him.
“Next time I won’t miss little thief” growled the keeper in a low sinister voice.
Deciding that staying in the mage ware shop could prove to be hazardous to his health Oku turned and jogged to the door. Just as he was about to leave a glimmer caught his eye. At first he thought it was one of the gold bands holding his topknot in place, but upon further investigation it proved to be something much more interesting. It was a small dagger. It looked like one of the enchanted daggers that the mage had displayed in his cases in the back. The dagger, Nights Lance as the label named it, had a hilt made entirely of dark jewels such as sapphires and black opals. It was an ornately designed dagger, the blade made of obsidian. As the kender read on further down the label he noticed where the dagger received its name. The dagger was imbued with two charms; the first and original enchantment gave the owner the ability to make the dagger invisible. Now this was not a extremely powerful invisibility spell so if someone happened to look at the silhouette of the person holding the dagger they would see that the shadow held something in its hand that was not seen when looked directly at the person. The second spell, which was added years later by a powerful mage who carried the weapon, enabled the owner to throw the dagger and upon saying the command word ‘return’ the dagger would materialize in the owners hand.
Oku pulled his owner dagger from his belt and looked at the smooth wood handle, rubbed his hand along the shiny blade. His dagger, which he lovingly termed ‘Rabbit’s Bane’, had been with him for almost 4 months now. An all-time record for Oku. Sighing to himself he pulled out his lock picking set, a birthright once a kender reaches the age of 18. He pushed one of the thin pieces of metal into the lock, then carefully selected another. Sliding the second pick above the first he gave it a careful push and then twisted. Click. The glass lid popped up, without a second thought Oku reached down and grabbed the magical knife. He was about to grab the scabbard for it but at that moment there was a shout from near the back of the room. Looking up Oku decided it was time to go as an infuriated shopkeeper came bounding towards him waving his massive fists. With unbelievable speed the kender turned and made a hasty retreat to the door of the shop. Bursting out the door Oku ran into the thick of the crowd. Moments later the little thief was lost to sight, lost in a sea of people.
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