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Post by Dark-Eyes on Mar 21, 2006 12:06:55 GMT -5
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Heavy footsteps could be heard outside the one room 'apartment'. The room was sparsly decorated; It had a table with a single chair, a large single bed, two old chests, and one large window that allowed anyone on the bed to gaze out it. The heavy footsteps got closer and louder, until finally the door opened and Dark-Eyes walked in. The door wasn't locked, it didn't need to be. Anyone who wanted in for any particular reason wouldn't care about a simple lock.
Dark-Eyes walked across the room towards the bed, tossing his hat onto the table and sliding out of his jacket and gun holsters and hanging them on the back of the chair. He got to the bed and flopped down on it, the old springs creeking under his weight. He looked out the window as he lay on his back. The view overlooked most of Faethaven as his appartment was atop one of the taller factories in Faethaven. It was one of the best views one could hope to get inside the city.
"What a day..." he said to himself in a low voice, trailing off as he began to relax and day dream, "I'll have to go see Guy later, I'm getting low on ammunition."
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Post by Dark-Eyes on Jun 4, 2006 12:35:15 GMT -5
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It was nearing dusk by the time that Dark-Eyes woke up, it seemed that he had dozed off while he was day dreaming. "Hmm, not quite what I had in mind for my afternoon, but whatever it was certainly refreshing." he said, sitting up and looking out into his room. His stomach growled ferociously at him, demanding food and drink. Sighing, he got up and walked over to his cupboard, rubbing his empty stomach all the way. He pulled out a loaf of bread, some cheese, and a small amount of meat and placed all the ingredients on his table before setting about making a sandwich. His cupboards were rather empty after he had removed most of its contents, being an outlaw and a hunted man really didn't pay. He never made any money as he could not take a job without being captured by the guards and only the stupid thieves kept money on them, and it was never much.
Looking over at a small sack that sat on the table not far from him he noted that he was beginning to run low on money too, the sack was looking rather empty. "I'll have to ask Guy to get me a few groceries and then hope that I catch a few more stupid thieves or murderers tonight..." he said to himself, biting into his newly prepared sandwich. Both the bread and cheese were stale, but neither bothered Dark-Eyes much food was food to him. "Maybe I'll start a garden or something..." he thought aloud, "Ah well even that'd take awhile and I'll need food long before that, I'd better get going."
With that he stood up and walked over to one of the chests and opened it. It held his few articles of clothing in it, neatly folded and, some, clean. He pulled out a few things and changed into some nice but plain clothes; if he was going to go into public he didn't want to look like a wanted man, but he didn't want to stand out either. He washed his hands and face in the wash basin that sat on top of the second chest in the room before grabbing his other pair of boots that sat near the door. They were plain work boots, but with one small change. They each had a holster for his revolvers. He changed his boots and placed his precious guns into their new holsters and slid his pant legs over the boots to hide the guns. Dressed and armed he walked out the door and began making his way through the streets heading for his friend's home.
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Post by Dark-Eyes on Jan 19, 2007 15:52:12 GMT -5
The Next Day...
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Dark-Eyes returned to his home late the night before. It had been a long night as Boast proved to be a little more resistant then he had expected before Dark-Eyes finished him off with a bullet to the head; the deserved fate of a man such as Boast. However after all the work and tracking he had been doing recently he had finally found something worth his efforts.
'RaMort...'[/b] He had heard that name a long time ago from his father's lectures about remembering the nobles and showing due respect to the proper individuals, but they had been a dead house for years now. 'Could she be a surviving member of the house? No... It probably isn't, this Dai character is far too shifty and probably had some grudge against the family. Taking the name was likely an insult to the noble family's honor and title.'[/b] However, the old house of RaMort still existed and it was certainly worth checking out. The noble house might be dead, but the name might not have been all Dai had taken from the RaMort's. Dark-Eyes made note of the various names that Dai had gone by and had suspicions about her power since she frequented the Shadow Den. 'She's a big figure in the rough sections of town, everyone that's not already working for her, wants to be.'[/b] He knew of the Thieves' Guild and that it had a single head, but if Dai held this much power then she could only be one of a few things. She could be doing work for the master of the Thieves' Guild as the front man, she could be a rival to the master, or she could actually be the master. However, he doubted the last for the time. He was very pleased by the description that Boast had given of his quarry as it matched the woman he had been following. 'A small woman who is thin and harsh. Her hair is sometimes black, but she possesses a number of faces. Her clothes are never the same, but she can make knives appear from nowhere.'[/b] Dai was indeed worth his attention and he now knew that she could actually fight if the event called for it. Dark-Eyes rested the night peacefully and without trouble. In the morning he repeated his usual morning schedule and got ready for the day. He would check out the house of RaMort and investigate the woman that Boast had mentioned as his superior. That was in fact how he hunted many of the thieves. He would get the name of another thief and then continue his hunt to weed out the Thieves' Guild and carefully get information about possible whereabouts of his daughter. [/color]
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