Quest for Life
BY: Shinto of Lave
Chapter 1
The sun crept down toward its nightly resting place and the people of the city were lying
down in their nightly resting places.
A dark shape moved against the dark side of a building, without making a simple noise. He
wore all black, from head to toe, along with having a slim sword strapped to his back.
Another shaped popped up out of nowhere, right in front of the first shape. The new one
also wore all black and carried a short sword in its diminutive hand.
"Get out of my way, stupid little halfling!" the first snarled.
"When's supper? I haven't eaten since dinner." The halfling whimpered back, his lower lip
quivering.
The first shape rummaged in his pockets and pulled out some jerky then shoved it at the
halfling.
"Now be quiet! And put that thing away before you hurt someone, namely me!" the first
shape said.
The halfling strapped his short sword on his back then eagerly started to nibble on the
jerky.
"Dinan, Who are we stealing from today?" The halfling asked between nibbles.
"Tasslehorn, Keep your mouth shut when you eat, I don't want to see your food. We are
going after one of the rich families, the Vanderhalls." The first shape replied.
The pair quickly left their place and quietly ran to the other side of the town. They
scaled a tower next to a gigantic manor, guarded by a high wall.
"Don't forget to give me the warning if the Centurions come. Last time we barely got
away because you didn't give me the signal." Dinan scolded Tas before slid across the
wire to the manor.
Dinan quickly undid the window locks and slid into the manor. He landed on plush carpet
in a huge room full of books.
"Great, I'm in the study." Dinan thought to himself.
He flipped through a few books, stuffing 2 books into his tunic, and then bolting to the
next room.
The next room was a guest room. Dinan scanned the room but nothing of value showed up.
He sprinted to the door to the next room. He could hear light breathing.
"Yes, the Master Bedroom!" Dinan thought, mentally patted himself on the back.
He crept into the room along the floor and right up to the bed. He peeked over the edge
of the bed and saw a sight that made his blood go cold.
"Dinan Ko'Tret, you are under arrest for stealing. Come peacefully or we will have to
incapacitate you." The Head Centurion stated plainly.
A squad of ten Centurions and the Head Centurion were standing on the other side of the
bed. All eleven held their dwarven-made long swords out, ready to attack if they head to.
"I give up." Dinan sighed as he slowly took his sword off his back and laid it at the
Centurions feet.
"Thank you, Sir Vanderhall, for letting us use your house to catch this thief." The Head
Centurions smiled then turned to face Dinan," Where's your partner?"
"I don't have one." Dinan replied coldly.
"We know you do! Where is the Halfling?" a centurion snarled, his sword rose above his head.
"He is in the tower to the west of the house, on the top floor." Dinan sighed.
Two Centurions started to walk forward to take Dinan when their heads rolled off their
shoulders.
"You thought I'd give up to you." Dinan laughed as he looked at his blade, dripping the
blood of the two Centurions.
Dinan bolted out of the room but didn't get too far when a pan came down on his head,
knocking him unconscious.
BY: Shinto of Lave
Chapter 1
The sun crept down toward its nightly resting place and the people of the city were lying
down in their nightly resting places.
A dark shape moved against the dark side of a building, without making a simple noise. He
wore all black, from head to toe, along with having a slim sword strapped to his back.
Another shaped popped up out of nowhere, right in front of the first shape. The new one
also wore all black and carried a short sword in its diminutive hand.
"Get out of my way, stupid little halfling!" the first snarled.
"When's supper? I haven't eaten since dinner." The halfling whimpered back, his lower lip
quivering.
The first shape rummaged in his pockets and pulled out some jerky then shoved it at the
halfling.
"Now be quiet! And put that thing away before you hurt someone, namely me!" the first
shape said.
The halfling strapped his short sword on his back then eagerly started to nibble on the
jerky.
"Dinan, Who are we stealing from today?" The halfling asked between nibbles.
"Tasslehorn, Keep your mouth shut when you eat, I don't want to see your food. We are
going after one of the rich families, the Vanderhalls." The first shape replied.
The pair quickly left their place and quietly ran to the other side of the town. They
scaled a tower next to a gigantic manor, guarded by a high wall.
"Don't forget to give me the warning if the Centurions come. Last time we barely got
away because you didn't give me the signal." Dinan scolded Tas before slid across the
wire to the manor.
Dinan quickly undid the window locks and slid into the manor. He landed on plush carpet
in a huge room full of books.
"Great, I'm in the study." Dinan thought to himself.
He flipped through a few books, stuffing 2 books into his tunic, and then bolting to the
next room.
The next room was a guest room. Dinan scanned the room but nothing of value showed up.
He sprinted to the door to the next room. He could hear light breathing.
"Yes, the Master Bedroom!" Dinan thought, mentally patted himself on the back.
He crept into the room along the floor and right up to the bed. He peeked over the edge
of the bed and saw a sight that made his blood go cold.
"Dinan Ko'Tret, you are under arrest for stealing. Come peacefully or we will have to
incapacitate you." The Head Centurion stated plainly.
A squad of ten Centurions and the Head Centurion were standing on the other side of the
bed. All eleven held their dwarven-made long swords out, ready to attack if they head to.
"I give up." Dinan sighed as he slowly took his sword off his back and laid it at the
Centurions feet.
"Thank you, Sir Vanderhall, for letting us use your house to catch this thief." The Head
Centurions smiled then turned to face Dinan," Where's your partner?"
"I don't have one." Dinan replied coldly.
"We know you do! Where is the Halfling?" a centurion snarled, his sword rose above his head.
"He is in the tower to the west of the house, on the top floor." Dinan sighed.
Two Centurions started to walk forward to take Dinan when their heads rolled off their
shoulders.
"You thought I'd give up to you." Dinan laughed as he looked at his blade, dripping the
blood of the two Centurions.
Dinan bolted out of the room but didn't get too far when a pan came down on his head,
knocking him unconscious.