Rugs wrote:Rugs, dearest and most beloved of thieves will now recall a tale of tradegy and woe.
Rugs had snuck up to the gate of the deserted town, keys in hand. Being the master thief and deadliest foe of farmer and miner alike, simply had to pick one of his many, many keys to open the gate. Once inside, the thieving began.
Suddenly, from a house, Corr emerged. Panic! Rugs, despite all his foresight and cunning, had not planned for this event. Corr was engaged by a single marksman, hoping to drive him back into his house and force him to log off. It was not to be. Corr bravely soldiered on through the hail of arrows, after he had located the rather well hidden source of them. He chased the archer out of the gates, locking them behind him, sealing his fate. He lunged at the nearest target, despite their vastly superior numbers. He engaged one, but he was outskilled and could not land a blow as heavily armed bandits surrounded him. The fight lasted several minutes, Corriander standing his ground as he was slowly whittled down. Before long he collapsed, the vicious band of thieves realised the magnitude of what we had done! The thievery began again, two-fold in speed as the thieves heart hung heavy with guilt.
They had had no choice, Rugs could not risk his new alias being uncovered, murder was an ugly business.
Thievery on the other hand, is beautiful.
That was great. How can you not like getting killed by this guy?