The long hallway stretched out before me. My bleach white hooded cloak flowed as a mysterious gust of wind flew at me but I kept walking. When I got to the end of the hallway I cranked the shaft on a giant runite door. When I entered the room there was a large table with nineteen other figures sitting in various other types of armor and robes. "Did you get what was asked of you?" the monk on the opposite asked me. "Take a guess smart one," I replied as I threw a small cloth sack on the table. When the monk grabbed sack I pulled the chair out in front of me and put my feet up on the table.
I am a thief for a secret group dating back to the third age. We have lived in secrecy for hundreds of years passing down our code from generation to generation. We have twenty members each a master of there perspective skill. I am a master thief as tout to me by my father. And this is my story.
As I ran through the back ally ways of ardounge with my sister, the third age archer dressed in all white dragon hide, we found our target. A man with a blue party hat with no armor. We crouched in the ally and I held three fingers out. Pulled one in; then the next. When I curled in the final finger into a clenched fist she shot the arrow direct hit, as always, when I saw the crystal arrow connect with his body I dashed out grabbed the hat and kept running. Is I ran I heard the clanking of guard armor so I dashed into a near by store. The panicked shop keeper ducked behind a cabinet as I ran up the stairs. When I got up the stairs I realized that I was trapped. I spun around franticly looking for anyway out. There was only one. I pulled the scimitar off of my back and was ready to fight my out. Eleven came up the stairs and withdrew there weapons. The first came at me with a swing from above, I quickly countered the attack and glided behind him kicking him into the wall. I then impaled him pinning him to the wall; soon my white sleeves were dyed red. Then I spun around and sliced another's neck blood sprayed onto the wall. In the blood I drew a star in the middle of a circle. Then I ran into the wall with the circle and was gone. I reappeared on a roof top a few bocks away. I then cut the sleeves off my robes and sheathed my sword. I knew I had to get out of town before I was spotted and make my way to falador to sell my prize, but first I had to get to west ardounge where it would be safe. As I hopped from building to building through the supposedly plagued city I noticed that Khazard soldiers were running riot through the destroyed city. I ground my teeth crouching on top of the roof. As I was about to jump off my sister grabbed my arm. "Don't you dare move brother." she said in a low voice.
"Why not? These people need our help."
"You dumbass, if you go down there our whole society goes down the drain"
"So we are just supposed to let them die!"
"Ya what's the problem? Not getting soft on me are you?"
I froze I couldn't say anything. All I could do is watch the people die and listen to the screams of the people. I looked at my sleeveless arms and the party hat in my hand. That was the first moment that I began to doubt myself.
As I looked back down at the people I took off my hooded robe top and gave as well as the party hat to my sister. She gave me a confused look then the shock of seeing my scars. I turned around and hopped over the rusted rail of the roof. I remembered my training, I pulled out my dragon dagger and sped towards a soldier rampaging into a house. I leaped onto his back stabbing him deep into his triceps then slashing his ankle. As the behemoth fell to ground I kneed him in the head, knocking him out. I ran out of the crumbling building to the next soldier round house kicking him in the face.
Hey guess what cliff hanger!! (sorry to cut it short this is my first time writing)