A/N: Ahaha. Well, I've been meaning to write this up for a while. It's just an examination of Rouges/Stalkers and Assassin/Crosses from a Rouge/Stalker's PoV. Um... I guess it kind of came to mind after I was talking to my friend. (He's a Stalker... um, stalker class. :P) He basically lives for PvP/WoE. I know that doesn't apply to all Stalkers, but hey-- I figured whatever. So, I guess it's kind of dedicated to him (even though he'll never read it). I play a High Priestess as my main, and I'm honestly not a big fan of WoE/PvP... too much drama. But he was/is a really good friend... Ahaha, I'm kinda just blabbering now. Anyways! Reviews/C&C would be loved, guys! 3
God, I need to work on my other stories. Like, the ones with actual chapters and stuff. . Someone give motivation!!
You wanna know the difference between us and them?
Not many people know. Or care.
To them, we're both just low-level scum and scoundrels; unfit for any other job.
What a load of bull.
Rouges and Assassins, Stalkers and Assassin Crosses.
Sure, we both start out as thieves. Sure, we both make our living on the 'underhand' of Migard society.
That's only because the rest of society is too weak or too 'noble' to carry out what we do.
If we didn't exist, neither would they.
They lump us together as one. Just one big ugly mass that shouldn't be paid attention to.
But within our community, we know the difference.
Like them, we went from novices to a first class job. We just happened to end up becoming thieves.
But us and them?
They come from all over. There's never much talking between them—they keep to themselves. "Silent, swift, and deadly." That's their motto. Emphasis on the 'silent' part. From my understanding, they didn't chose their paths, their paths chose them. I've met a few, talked to even fewer. They never seem too thrilled with what life gave them. Then again—they never seem too anything. That's the problem with those damn assassins, they've been taught to not show anything. Kind of annoying, really, but whatever. The only thing I've really ever been able to pick up from them is resentment. Resentment and the occasional flash of anger… or sometimes even depression. Sometimes. From my understanding, though, it's all in the past. Literally. Some come from abusive families, some come from a lack of money, and some… well, some don't come from anywhere. They do what they do because they have no other choice. Their reasons can go pretty deep, but all in all, their goal is to survive.
Us, though, we're different. We, too, come from all over. We don't' talk to others too much, not even in our own guild. We form a tight circle of allies that we know we can trust. Usually others like us. Our motto? Well, I don't think we really have one. It's just do whatever you want… Just don't get caught. Oh sure, we have our honor. Every (good) adventurer does. But to an outsider, I suppose, we really do look like just a gang of ruffians. I can see why though. We chose our path ourselves. We wanted to become thieves. We like the fear we see in our prey's eyes. We like the thrill of the chase. We want to continue what we do because we're good at and we know it.
We chose this path. They didn't.
Well, that's it! I hoped you liked it. I might follow this up with a PriestessxStalker fic. Dunno.