Don't Mind Me, Nothing To See|Haven, Ilyamen
Nov 23, 2009 0:16:33 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on Nov 23, 2009 0:16:33 GMT -5
Virgo glanced back over her shoulder, panting as she ran hard and fast through the streets.
Damnit! she thought in exasperation. I thought by now the mercenaries would have stopped!
True the amount of caught thieves had tapered a bit but in hindsight that didn't mean they'd quit entirely and now she had two men chasing her as solid proof of that. She'd lost the younger man, though not entirely easily - he'd had the brilliant idea of taking to the skies in order to better track her movements.
It'd cost her precious seconds of sprint time but she'd called on her own winds to bring him back down to the ground. If it hadn't been for the partner, she'd have taken the time to dispatch him with her crossbow instead. As it was, she wasn't entirely sure where the young man was, but was feeling at least enough optimism to assume he was out of the game.
But the older man chasing her now was an expert. He either knew the Ilyamen streets well (and the criminal mind too) or he was simply good at chasing people, which was always an irritation to a thief. She'd already had one close call when she'd taken the time to bring the first one down from the skies - he'd manage to catch up and swing his weapon, an odd but sharp hook that he twisted to try and dig into her flesh while ensnaring her arm in the process. She'd manage to slip out of that one before the hook could do more than scratch a gouge down the underside of her arm. It bled freely now, but she couldn't feel the sting for all the rush of the chase.
But she was tiring; Virgo was good at sneaking. She was meant to pick out adept hiding places, safe distances away, and do her dealings there. Or break into homes. She could pickpocket but the odds of being caught in a close confrontation warded her away from the skill and so it had fallen into relative disuse.
Running top speed for the good part of what felt like eternity was not really in her job description.
She'd wisely avoided running back to her home or the guild; no point in endangering her family or her friends in that way. But that left her little in the way of bolting holes.
She found a blessed moment when she heard the mercenary's footfalls leading away from her location. She did not disillusion herself that he would quickly catch his error and correct his course. So she took the moment to look around... and noticed with a start she'd run right into the general area that she recalled Garrick lived in.
She hazarded a guess (luckily correct) as to which house was his and hurriedly jogged over to it, checking to see if he was awake even at this late, silent hour of the night. Even as she peeped around to find a window or a source of light, she was drawing her lockpicks.
Sorry Garrick, she thought. But I'm getting in there one way or another.
Damnit! she thought in exasperation. I thought by now the mercenaries would have stopped!
True the amount of caught thieves had tapered a bit but in hindsight that didn't mean they'd quit entirely and now she had two men chasing her as solid proof of that. She'd lost the younger man, though not entirely easily - he'd had the brilliant idea of taking to the skies in order to better track her movements.
It'd cost her precious seconds of sprint time but she'd called on her own winds to bring him back down to the ground. If it hadn't been for the partner, she'd have taken the time to dispatch him with her crossbow instead. As it was, she wasn't entirely sure where the young man was, but was feeling at least enough optimism to assume he was out of the game.
But the older man chasing her now was an expert. He either knew the Ilyamen streets well (and the criminal mind too) or he was simply good at chasing people, which was always an irritation to a thief. She'd already had one close call when she'd taken the time to bring the first one down from the skies - he'd manage to catch up and swing his weapon, an odd but sharp hook that he twisted to try and dig into her flesh while ensnaring her arm in the process. She'd manage to slip out of that one before the hook could do more than scratch a gouge down the underside of her arm. It bled freely now, but she couldn't feel the sting for all the rush of the chase.
But she was tiring; Virgo was good at sneaking. She was meant to pick out adept hiding places, safe distances away, and do her dealings there. Or break into homes. She could pickpocket but the odds of being caught in a close confrontation warded her away from the skill and so it had fallen into relative disuse.
Running top speed for the good part of what felt like eternity was not really in her job description.
She'd wisely avoided running back to her home or the guild; no point in endangering her family or her friends in that way. But that left her little in the way of bolting holes.
She found a blessed moment when she heard the mercenary's footfalls leading away from her location. She did not disillusion herself that he would quickly catch his error and correct his course. So she took the moment to look around... and noticed with a start she'd run right into the general area that she recalled Garrick lived in.
She hazarded a guess (luckily correct) as to which house was his and hurriedly jogged over to it, checking to see if he was awake even at this late, silent hour of the night. Even as she peeped around to find a window or a source of light, she was drawing her lockpicks.
Sorry Garrick, she thought. But I'm getting in there one way or another.