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Bring Out Thine Rogue
"So," Jewel giggles, "I am far from the gentle sprite you have expected.
I tend to be...well...rather assertive." A devious smile plays on Jewel's
lips as she studies your face.
"My poisoned heart had insured my solitude and has also provided me with
an ample weapon." Jewel unpacks her deadly poisoned dirk of stabbing and
watches the foul substance ooze down the sharp blade. "I wasn't as helpless
as I had imagined. My travels to Moorgate taught me to hide well, and I had
mastered the art of running. I could stand alone and had no fear of doing so.
The contents of others' pockets had given me the means to survive, yet I
stayed hidden in the darkness of the catacombs -- just another unwashed of
Moorgate. I was ready to find my place."
"What to do, what to do?" Jewel taps her foot in mock anxiety. "Obviously
there was no other choice. I would be a rogue, since my life thus far had
been the perfect training ground and a firm foundation had already been set.
The catacombs had been my backyard for years now, and I had a hearty laugh
when Robyn tried to challenge me with the task of locating the misplaced
silver acorn. I still chuckle when I think of the look on his face when I
returned so quickly with the bounty in hand. To this day, Robyn knows he can
turn to me and I can find whatever it is he seeks. And my, he pays well."
Jewel draws her finger to her lips and lets you know that is a secret.
"When I first entered the guild, it was dark and chilly. There seemed to
be so much going on behind those stone walls. My palms were sweaty, despite
the chill. I placed them against the wall and edged myself into the fold,
keeping my back against the wall. The shadows reached out to cover me, and
for the first time since I entered Moorgate, I felt welcomed." Jewel pauses
and nods ever so slightly to a slender man that quickly averts his gaze as he
passes the table. She continues when she is certain he cannot hear the
conversation.
"I was a very quiet student, like most young rogues, and focused on
detail. I was precise in my tasks and diligent with my studies. Knowledge
made me strong and my voice was finally able to be heard. I played games of
death with other young ones like Kentonio, Deaconblue, Brouilly, and
Midnightrogue. And that old man Merlorrd was already old back then! He sent
me on a few wild goose chases through Kobold's Lair." Jewel flashes a bright
smile as she remembers that folly. "Of course, I could never forget the other
trouble makers that still afflict me, like Rellick, Mazrim, and Brin."
Jewel's face lights up suddenly and she points with the idea that has
suddenly struck her, "And that damn mage! Rasti, the Necromancer. He is
probably still twisted up with Valtera somewhere in search of power, which I
am sure eventually consumed his soul." Jewel smiles at the irony of it all,
quite satisfied in the revenge fate provides at times.
Jewel smiles at an approaching figure. Cairo saunters up to the table
with three frosted mugs, as Mischief loudly slumps to the floor underneath
her chair. Cairo grins as she loudly whispers, "This is where I come in..."
She nudges Jewel and adds, "And Jewel was never a quiet anything."
Jewel eyes Cairo menacingly and then both laugh loudly as they clink
thier mugs together. It is evident that they are such close friends that they
are able to finish each other's sentences. Jewel leans in to listen to Cairo,
who relates a story so quickly that it would be impossible for another to
understand or follow the conversation. You realize that you will learn
nothing new this way.
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