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[quote][i]Originally posted by Korbin Deathstalker[/i]
[br][blue](EDIT:  OOC:  This is just a creative moment that chatting with a friend brought to mind.  The character Korbin has a long long history for me (being created in 1989 for a D&D game) and his history is long with the old games, little short stories here and there, and with RPing him in Skullport and Kindred.  A question posed to me was over why I had remarked a ways back that I had been on the run from Waterdeep when I came to the Port of Shadows.

A little thinking, and staring at my computer screen wondering precisely what would put a neutral good fighter/thief on the run.

And this is the result. )[/blue]

Another bad day. Since entering the City of Splendors nothing had gone right for Korbin.  Not only had he been duped out of half his gold, now it seemed that every guard knew he had just filched from the fat money lender that he felt cheated him.

It was as if he had assualted a Lord of Waterdeep.  There was no way that the over sized Mirt 'The moneylender' had the wit to be one of the rulers of the port city.

The Elf dashed through an alley only to spy another mass of green and silver.

"Gods be damned!!" The warrior/rogue curses aloud despite the his need for stealth.  He scales a wall, like a firghtened squirell to put distance between him and the half dozen guard.

Crisp air blasts across his face, instantly cooling the sweat on his face.  Scrabbling across the roofs and making maddening leaps across the smaller streets Korbin finally slips away once again.

Regaining the streets Korbin tries to blend in again, taking a moment to think of something to get himself out of trouble.  Waterdeep frowned heavily upon theft, especially against merchants.  It was likly he would be taking a trip to the deep prisons supposedly within Mount Waterdeep.

"You there!  HOLD!" sounds behind him.  Korbin does not even bother to see if it was him they were calling to.  The Elf take off at a sprint, recoiling off of folk walking the avenue.

Skidding on cobbles the rogue dashes into another alley.  This time he runs back into the shadowy recess and ducks down behind some crates.

The rogue almost gags at the stench in his hiding place.  The oder washing over him from a sewer grate.  Darkness looks back at him from the opening as he peers inside.

His curosity is halted with a tumbleing of wood.  Crates were being overturned by the watch, trying to pick out his hiding place.  The Elf looks down the other way to find an escape route.

The alley was a dead end.

Thinking fast the rogue pulls out a set of picks, going at the locked grate with a vengance.  Tymora finally smiles on him as he pops open the lock in a scant few seconds.

Pocketing the presous tools Korbin makes ready to decend.  As his feet slip into the dark recess something yanks him back, chokeing him with his cloak.

"Gots ya' you little grubber!!"  A human voice says as he gets yanked back.

The guards man hoists the elf into the air, spinning him around to see the half score of watch scattered in the alley.  The closest one was near enough to smell the ale on his breath.

"Disarm him you fool!!"  One that seemed to be the partol captain called from behind three of the searching guardsmen.

Disarm, the word rang in his ears echoing like he was in a deep cave.  Disarm.  To the hells with that thought, he had to get away!!

Korbin fights in a breath and grabs his short sword tightly.  Drawing it backwards he thrusts it back clipping the arm of his captor.

"[i]Diachess[/i]" he murmers to the sword, alighting the Elvin fires within it.  The cut and the flaming burst were enough for the guard, he half drops and half throws the Elf away.

It was enough, Korbin lands solidly on his feet, with only his former captor between him and escape.  The Rogue hesitates briefly, knowing the penalties for killing a guard were more grave than robbing a merchant.  He draws his long sword as he flips about his short sword into a proper combative hold.

Killing them was a grave crime, but he had the advantage, the narrow passage would be a hindrance to them trying to get to him.  Korbin felt he had the skill to not severly injure any and still get away.

With an Elvin battle cry the rogue launches into his nearest opponet, his whirling swords battering the already cut guard ruthlessly as he struggles to draw his own weapon.  In seconds the guard falls to the ground, his head batterd to the point of passing out.

The rogue whirls, feeling the closeness of another guard.  He barely stops the downward chop, turning it aside and into the wall.  Again he fights to subdue his opponet, feigning battle lust upon his opponet.

The Elf batters both sword and shield aside with his own blades and steps in with a hop.  As he reaches head level he delevers a headbutt to the nose of second Human.  He howls just as his comrade steps up beside him.

The two entangle briefly, the stumble Korbin saw brought a smile to his face.  The Rogue delevers a fake thrust to the third man's midriff.  The human closes in his shield and sword to stop the attack that never came.  The guard's eyes glance up just as the Elf's foot smashes into his face.

The third guard stumbles back stopping more from closeing briefly.  Korbin wastes no more time, he steps back and slides into the sewer grate.

And falls into darkness.
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Korbin Deathstalker	Posted - 24 Mar 2003 : 04:31:41 (EDIT: OOC: This is just a creative moment that chatting with a friend brought to mind. The character Korbin has a long long history for me (being created in 1989 for a D&D game) and his history is long with the old games, little short stories here and there, and with RPing him in Skullport and Kindred. A question posed to me was over why I had remarked a ways back that I had been on the run from Waterdeep when I came to the Port of Shadows. A little thinking, and staring at my computer screen wondering precisely what would put a neutral good fighter/thief on the run. And this is the result. ) Another bad day. Since entering the City of Splendors nothing had gone right for Korbin. Not only had he been duped out of half his gold, now it seemed that every guard knew he had just filched from the fat money lender that he felt cheated him. It was as if he had assualted a Lord of Waterdeep. There was no way that the over sized Mirt 'The moneylender' had the wit to be one of the rulers of the port city. The Elf dashed through an alley only to spy another mass of green and silver. "Gods be damned!!" The warrior/rogue curses aloud despite the his need for stealth. He scales a wall, like a firghtened squirell to put distance between him and the half dozen guard. Crisp air blasts across his face, instantly cooling the sweat on his face. Scrabbling across the roofs and making maddening leaps across the smaller streets Korbin finally slips away once again. Regaining the streets Korbin tries to blend in again, taking a moment to think of something to get himself out of trouble. Waterdeep frowned heavily upon theft, especially against merchants. It was likly he would be taking a trip to the deep prisons supposedly within Mount Waterdeep. "You there! HOLD!" sounds behind him. Korbin does not even bother to see if it was him they were calling to. The Elf take off at a sprint, recoiling off of folk walking the avenue. Skidding on cobbles the rogue dashes into another alley. This time he runs back into the shadowy recess and ducks down behind some crates. The rogue almost gags at the stench in his hiding place. The oder washing over him from a sewer grate. Darkness looks back at him from the opening as he peers inside. His curosity is halted with a tumbleing of wood. Crates were being overturned by the watch, trying to pick out his hiding place. The Elf looks down the other way to find an escape route. The alley was a dead end. Thinking fast the rogue pulls out a set of picks, going at the locked grate with a vengance. Tymora finally smiles on him as he pops open the lock in a scant few seconds. Pocketing the presous tools Korbin makes ready to decend. As his feet slip into the dark recess something yanks him back, chokeing him with his cloak. "Gots ya' you little grubber!!" A human voice says as he gets yanked back. The guards man hoists the elf into the air, spinning him around to see the half score of watch scattered in the alley. The closest one was near enough to smell the ale on his breath. "Disarm him you fool!!" One that seemed to be the partol captain called from behind three of the searching guardsmen. Disarm, the word rang in his ears echoing like he was in a deep cave. Disarm. To the hells with that thought, he had to get away!! Korbin fights in a breath and grabs his short sword tightly. Drawing it backwards he thrusts it back clipping the arm of his captor. "Diachess" he murmers to the sword, alighting the Elvin fires within it. The cut and the flaming burst were enough for the guard, he half drops and half throws the Elf away. It was enough, Korbin lands solidly on his feet, with only his former captor between him and escape. The Rogue hesitates briefly, knowing the penalties for killing a guard were more grave than robbing a merchant. He draws his long sword as he flips about his short sword into a proper combative hold. Killing them was a grave crime, but he had the advantage, the narrow passage would be a hindrance to them trying to get to him. Korbin felt he had the skill to not severly injure any and still get away. With an Elvin battle cry the rogue launches into his nearest opponet, his whirling swords battering the already cut guard ruthlessly as he struggles to draw his own weapon. In seconds the guard falls to the ground, his head batterd to the point of passing out. The rogue whirls, feeling the closeness of another guard. He barely stops the downward chop, turning it aside and into the wall. Again he fights to subdue his opponet, feigning battle lust upon his opponet. The Elf batters both sword and shield aside with his own blades and steps in with a hop. As he reaches head level he delevers a headbutt to the nose of second Human. He howls just as his comrade steps up beside him. The two entangle briefly, the stumble Korbin saw brought a smile to his face. The Rogue delevers a fake thrust to the third man's midriff. The human closes in his shield and sword to stop the attack that never came. The guard's eyes glance up just as the Elf's foot smashes into his face. The third guard stumbles back stopping more from closeing briefly. Korbin wastes no more time, he steps back and slides into the sewer grate. And falls into darkness.
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Korbin Deathstalker	Posted - 26 Mar 2003 : 07:43:33 quote: Originally posted by Artalis Nice work Korbin... very interesting and entertaining. Constructively speaking the only thing that I could really say to watch/improve, upon would be the use of tenses. Past and present get mixed in together pretty easily sometimes and it's something we all tend to do now and again. Sadly that is my bane, I have caught and edited hand written or computer written scripts and noted it. Not as bad if I take my time. The faster I go or if taken by a sudden urge the worse it is. But at least I am aware that I do it "on the fly" severly enough for others to readily notice. Thanks for pointing it out.
Artalis	Posted - 25 Mar 2003 : 15:55:18 Nice work Korbin... very interesting and entertaining. Constructively speaking the only thing that I could really say to watch/improve, upon would be the use of tenses. Past and present get mixed in together pretty easily sometimes and it's something we all tend to do now and again.
Korbin Deathstalker	Posted - 25 Mar 2003 : 08:52:45 Given time to let something rattle in my head I can do far better. It was a spontainous thing. If I go further it will have had time to "brew" some and get a little better.
Bookwyrm	Posted - 24 Mar 2003 : 07:43:05 Not a bad result. Not bad indeed.

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